The one who suddenly barged in was, of course, Harry. Like his father, Harry now wore his hair long to his shoulders, though his expression was much gentler. He had even gained some popularity among the female students, because some of the edgy girls thought a long-haired professor flying through the air on a broom looked very cool.
Yes, hardly anyone mentioned the story of The Boy Who Lived anymore. Now, people talked about Hermione's legend instead, which suited Harry just fine. Having no one pay attention to him made him feel much more at ease.
Now, both his parents were alive, he had a beautiful wife like Fleur, and he had plenty of money in hand. Life was nothing but joy.
He had already decided to live out the rest of his life in peace, like most professors—working at Hogwarts until he was over a hundred, then retiring to enjoy life in seclusion.
As one of the people involved in the whole series of events, he naturally knew that Principal Dumbledore was not dead. He also knew that the Principal had run off with the first Dark Lord, but he did not think that was a bad thing, because it was a solution that required no more bloodshed.
All of this was thanks to Professor Wilson. So even though Harry was now a Hogwarts professor himself, he still deeply respected the man. When Professor Wilson's cousin got married, Harry had even dragged Malfoy along to attend the wedding banquet.
That had been his first time visiting another universal system, and it had truly broadened his horizons.
But seeing the Professor Wilson he respected together with his father, the two of them hiding in an office and playing with women's clothes, still came as a tremendous shock to Harry.
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