There was a moment of shuddering silence, and everyone froze in horror. Then, an overwhelming noise erupted around Harry, with shouts, cheers, and roars shaking the earth. The strong light of the rising sun shone on the windows.

, people shouted and rushed towards him. The first ones to arrive were Ron and Hermione. Their arms hugged him tightly. Their incomprehensible shouts almost deafened his ears. Then, Jin

Neville, Neville and Luna came too, along with the Weasleys and Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout. Everyone was shouting and Harry couldn't hear a word

Even though he was clear, he couldn't tell whose hand was tugging him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug part of his body. Hundreds of people were pushing forward, everyone wanted to touch the boy who survived, precisely because

For him, the nightmare is finally over——

The sun rises over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall is filled with the light of life. People express their condolences and celebrations, sadness and joy, and Harry is an indispensable part of it... Everyone hopes

Harry was with them. He was their leader and symbol, their savior and guide. No one seemed to have thought that he had not slept a wink all night, or that he longed to be alone with a few of them. He had to be with the families of the victims.

Talk, hold their hands, witness their tears, accept their thanks, listen to the news coming from all directions in the morning: people under the Imperius Curse across the country are gradually returning to normal, and some Death Eaters are running away.

Captured, at the same time, the innocent prisoners of Azkaban were freed, and Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed interim Minister of Magic...

They moved Voldemort's body to a room outside the Great Hall, away from Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Colin Creevey and the fifty other people who had died fighting him. McGonagall placed the House table

They returned to their original place, but no one took their seats in the academy: everyone was crowded together in a mess, teachers and students, ghosts and parents, centaurs and house elves. Firenze was lying in the corner recovering from his injuries, and Grawp came out of nowhere.

Peering through a smashed window, someone threw food into his laughing mouth. After a while, an exhausted Harry found himself sitting on a bench next to Luna.

"If it were me, I would want some peace and quiet," she said.

"I'd love to," Harry replied.

"I'll distract them," she said, "with your invisibility cloak."

Before Harry could speak, she pointed out the window and shouted: "Hey, look, there's a bubble-nosed monster!" Everyone who heard it turned their heads to look, and Harry quickly put on the invisibility cloak and stood up.

stand up.

Harry walked in the passage between the tables and saw the Malfoy family huddled together, as if they didn't know whether they should be there, but no one paid attention to them. Harry saw scenes of family reunions everywhere.

Finally, he saw the two people he wanted to be with most.

"It's me," he leaned down between them and whispered, "will you follow me?"

They stood up immediately, and he, Ron, and Hermione left the Great Hall together. Many pieces of the marble staircase were missing, part of the railing was missing, and you would encounter gravel and blood every few steps.

Somewhere in the distance, they heard Peeves flying across the corridor, singing a victory song of his own making:

We won a complete victory, and Porter was the hero.

Voldemort is finished, everyone has a party!

"This scene really feels grand and tragic, doesn't it?" Ron said, pushing open a door and letting Harry and Hermione through.

Joy would come, Harry knew, but at the moment fatigue suppressed his joy, and every few steps, the pain of losing Fred, Lupin, and Tonks was as sharp as a physical wound. He only felt relieved.

, just longing for a good night's sleep. But first he needed to explain to Ron and Hermione that they had been faithfully accompanying him for so long and now they should know the truth. He compared what he saw in the pensieve with what he saw in the pensieve.

What happened in the Forbidden Forest was explained in detail. Before the two companions could express their shock and surprise, they arrived. They had just walked all the way here, but no one mentioned this destination.

Since Harry's last visit, the stone beast guarding the entrance to the Headmaster's Office had been knocked aside. It was leaning there, looking a little knocked unconscious, and Harry didn't know if it could still understand the commands.

"Can we go up?" he asked the stone beast.

"Please." The stone beast hummed.

They climbed over it and onto the spiral stone staircase that rose slowly like an escalator. At the top, Harry pushed the door open.

He had just caught a glimpse of the pensieve still sitting on the table as he had last left it, when suddenly a deafening sound made him scream, thinking that he had encountered a curse, or that the Death Eaters had returned, or that Voldemort had risen from the dead.

Got——

It turned out to be a sound of joy. On the surrounding walls, all the previous Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts stood up and applauded Harry. Some of them were waving their hats, some were waving their wigs, and they were rushing between the frames, talking to each other.

They shook hands tightly. They jumped up and down on the chairs in the painting, Delise Devont crying unabashedly, Dexter Fusco waving his receiver vigorously, Phineas

Nigellus shouted in his high-pitched voice: "Please note that Slytherin House also played a role! Don't forget our contribution!"

However, Harry's eyes only looked at the largest portrait behind the headmaster's chair: tears flowed from behind the half-moon lenses into his long silver-white beard, and the pride and gratitude on that face were like the song of a phoenix.

It filled Harry's heart with comfort.

Finally, Harry raised both hands, and all the portraits fell into respectful silence, wiping their eyes and smiling, eagerly waiting for him to speak. But his words were addressed to Dumbledore, and they were poured out with extra care.

Words and sentences. Although he was exhausted and his eyesight was blurred, he had to work harder and seek the last piece of advice.

"That thing hidden in the Golden Snitch," he said, "I dropped it in the Forbidden Forest. I don't know exactly where I dropped it, but I don't want to look for it anymore. Do you agree?"

"My dear boy, I agree." Dumbledore said, and the other portraits showed confusion and curiosity. "This is a very wise and courageous decision, but I am not surprised that you would do this.

.Does anyone know where it fell?"

"No." Harry said, and Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.

"But I want to keep Ignotus's gift," Harry said, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Of course, Harry, it's yours forever until you pass it on!"

"and this."

Harry raised the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with awe in their eyes. Although Harry was sleep-deprived and top-heavy, he was still aware of and disliked their expressions.

"I don't want it," Harry said.

"What?" Ron shouted, "Are you mentally ill?"

"I know it's powerful," Harry said tiredly, "but I'm happier holding my own wand. So..."

He groped in the leather pouch hanging around his neck and pulled out the holly wand that was broken into two pieces and connected only by a thin phoenix feather. Hermione had said that it was too damaged and could not be repaired.

He knew that if the following trick didn't work, it would be completely hopeless.

He placed the broken wand on the principal's desk, touched it with the tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Repair it as before."

When the wand was reattached, red sparks burst out from the tip. Harry knew he had succeeded. He picked up the holly wood and phoenix tail feather wand, and suddenly felt a warmth between his fingers, as if the wand and his hand were rejoicing in their reunion.

.

"I'm going to put the Elder Wand back where it belongs,"

He said to Dumbledore, who looked at him with infinite love and admiration, "Just leave it there.

If I die normally like Ignotus, its power is destroyed, right? The previous master can never be defeated again. It's the end of it."

Dumbledore nodded and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Do you really want this?" Ron said. He looked at the Elder Wand, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"I think Harry is right," Hermione said softly.

"This wand is more trouble than it's worth," said Harry, "and, let's be honest."

He turned away from the portraits.

"I have actually had enough troubles in my life."

After he left, Jon came out.

"The matter is over."

He looked at Dumbledore's portrait and said.

This portrait can convey his words to Dumbledore. After this is done, the plan between him and Dumbledore is completely over.

"I have communicated that the International Secrecy Act will be completely abolished at the next meeting. After tonight, a new change will occur in the UK. Early tomorrow morning, the Ministry of Magic, the Muggle government and the royal family will jointly issue a statement. This

The statement will be sent to the whole world, and perhaps you and Grindelwald will also know it there."

"Thank you, so what are you going to do next?"

"I will wait for Kingsley to take over as Minister of Magic to see how the new policies are implemented. In another week, Joanne will come to interview Harry and the others. Two days after the interview, "Harry...

"The Potter Biography Series" will be on sale around the world, and maybe you can buy a copy and take a look."

"You don't seem to have considered the resistance. What if this happens?"

"This will not happen. Without external forces, internal drive becomes extremely important. When most people become wizards, if you are not a wizard yet, then you will be born into a dilemma. This situation

This is unacceptable to most people, not to mention that they are not unable to become wizards. As long as they want, they can also become wizards. This service is free of charge for my company."

"It is indeed a very good idea, so I wish you success."

"Of course I will succeed, after all we have been preparing for so long."

Jon bowed slightly and expressed goodwill to the previous headmasters of Hogwarts.

"Then maybe we'll meet again in the future. I'll be leaving soon. Goodbye, everyone."

"Where are you going?"

Dumbledore asked.

"Go where I should go and leave this world. Maybe I will come back when I have time."

Jon seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to Dumbledore and said, "Is Professor McGonagall a good choice to be the principal?"

"Of course, I will always trust Minerva."

"They have already gone to prepare Snape's portrait. I made some disguises for Snape. He and Filch...it would be good to let them go for a walk. Maybe they will make the choices they want."

, whether it’s accepting new students or finding a new place to live.”

"None of this has anything to do with us. They can just make their own choices."

"Yeah, just make your own choice. We always have to make our own choices."

Jon turned around and left the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall soon became the principal of Hogwarts. During the reform of Hogwarts, such a principal was indeed needed to preside over the overall situation.
To be continued...