It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Harry got rid of the continuous drinking. There was no other way. This was his last day of resignation. All his colleagues were very enthusiastic. The last picture he remembered was Hermione looking at him with a smile, and then a wine glass that kept getting bigger and bigger was stuffed under his nose. It was Ron! Harry gritted his teeth and thought, red hair, gray freckles, there is no mistake.

"Mr. Potter, are you sober? Ms. Granger asked me to take you to the island." A voice said, Harry turned around suddenly, and two staff members stood behind him. "Oh, thank you." He muttered, rubbing his swollen forehead.

"You're welcome, we just happened to be on the island for business." The man said, and they left immediately.

Harry walked aimlessly along the path, along the way were flowering shrubs and tall trees. Thanks to Professor Bubbage and all the Herbology professors who participated in the afforestation... After walking for a while, he sobered up a little, and with the soft light of the magic lamp, he came to a public broom room. Ten minutes later, Harry knocked on the door of his residence on the floating island. The door opened, and Ginny glared at him with her hands on her hips.

"Who should I seek revenge on?" She asked like an angry female cat.

"Ron." Harry said cheerfully, and Ginny seemed to be amused. "I knew it." She ushered Harry in and asked him to sit on a chair. Harry saw a half-written press release on the table.

"... Viktor Krum, who has retired, missed the 426th Quidditch World Cup. In an interview, he said that missing this event was a regret of his career."

Harry read while sipping tea. There was a clanging sound in the kitchen. Before he finished reading the article, Ginny came out with fried eggs and sausages. "Thank you, dear!" Harry immediately gobbled it up.

"Are the children asleep?"

"Yeah."

"Krum can't participate in the game."

"Yeah, his performance has dropped sharply in recent years. I guess his body has been worn down by high-intensity training and continuous competitions. I have analyzed his videos - he wants to win too much, so it's better for him to rest for a few years." Ginny judged with a professional eye. After graduation, she joined the Holyhead Harpies and became a professional Quidditch player. Later, she became a Quidditch columnist for the Daily Prophet.

"By the way, who do you think I met during the day?" Ginny asked.

"Ahem," Harry choked on the fried egg and asked worriedly, "It couldn't be Snape?"

"Why did you think of him?" Ginny patted Harry friendly. After feeling the strength on his back, Harry decided not to reveal the fact that Snape might come to Lily's birthday party for the time being (Snape had called her a stupid girl).

"It's Luna, Luna!" She giggled, "She's busy taking care of the baby."

"What?" Harry said in disbelief, spitting out the half-bitten sausage, and then said thoughtfully, "I guess, it's the baby of a magical animal?"

Ginny cleared her throat.

"... In the end, they brought back a few sapphires and unknown feathers from the rain forest, and it turned out to be the eggs of some unknown magical animal... Well, actually they didn't find it. Luna inlaid one of the gems on her clothes. I heard it was Rolf's idea. It may be because of the large fluctuations in magic on the island. The bird eggs hatched by themselves while they were shopping."

Harry was stunned.

"The bird is quite beautiful and can emit colorful lights," Ginny said with a smile, "You can pay attention to it. Luna turned the eggshell into a brooch. I think it just matches her unique dress..."

Late at night, Harry stood in front of the window sill, looking at the night view of the island.

Ginny hugged him from behind. They just leaned against each other quietly, enjoying the tranquility of the night. There were a few buildings twinkling in the deep blue sky, brighter than the stars on the sea. Harry knew that one of them belonged to Weasleys Wizard Wheezes.

"What are you thinking about?" Ginny asked.

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry gave an unexpected answer. Ginny looked up in confusion. Harry sighed and said, "I only now realize how precious something Dumbledore left me." He said cautiously, "It's memory." "Memory

?"

"Yeah." Harry murmured, "Professor Happ once reminded me, but I didn't pay much attention. I just wanted to complete Dumbledore's biography as much as possible. On the graduation trip, I went to the place where he and Grindelwald dueled, and went to Brazil, the United States, and Nepal, following the legendary footsteps all the way... Its effect has only been apparent in the past few years. Professor Happ said that some of my magic is close to the level of a great wizard, not just the Patronus. I often have flashes of inspiration during training..."

"Let's find time to go back to school," Ginny said softly, "Luna said that many professors are planning to retire."

"Well," Harry hesitated, "it's best to wait until the World Cup is over. I haven't been able to get away for some time recently. Professor Happ said that someone may intend to sabotage the opening ceremony."

"What did you say?" Ginny said in a lost voice, "But - how could it be - the news is true? The floating islands have never been attacked."

Harry was also confused, but for other reasons. He recalled the small note the professor gave him, which accurately recorded the coordinates of the twelve floating islands, including the Wizard-Muggle Joint Hospital, the International Pan-Magic Union Headquarters, the Future World Corporation Headquarters, the Moon Support Center and several landmark buildings.

"It may be the location of the riot on the opening day." The professor said vaguely.

But as Ginny said, how did the professor know so much? Memory magic? But the incident hasn't happened yet, it's impossible to predict the future, right? Riding a broom on the island just now gave Harry an inspiration - or maybe he thought of Hermione - he suspected that the professor had hidden a time converter, but the problem was that the thing could only go back in time, not see the future. Judging

from the professor's attitude, at least it's not a big problem...

"Maybe he found some clues," Harry shook his head and didn't say the doubts in his heart. "He put me in charge of this, as if it was a test. I'm worried that there won't be enough manpower. There are 200 Aurors and 1,000 Beaters on the island, but compared to the tourists who flocked in during the Quidditch World Cup, the number is still too small."

Ginny racked her brains to think, and then her eyebrows gradually relaxed.

"How can it be insufficient? This is your home ground."

"My home ground?" Harry repeated, thinking. He didn't know if Ginny was referring to the residents on the island, but they were not warriors. Warriors... A thought flashed through his mind, and Harry's eyes lit up a little bit, "Hogwarts! Frontline lookout station, Ouroboros Club!"

Ginny smiled, and she added:

"And the Order of the Phoenix. Didn't Sirius complain that his retirement life was boring?" "He enjoys it," Harry said pointedly, "He even rejected the invitation of the exclusive wand school, and he didn't even want to be the headmaster."

"But I don't think he would refuse a sudden adventure, right?" Ginny raised her eyebrows and said. Harry thought of his godfather's character and nodded in agreement, "That's true."

The Exclusive Wand School is the only place on the island that teaches magic, but its students are a little special - they recruit wizards who cannot use magic normally (commonly known as Squibs), both children and adults. Compared with other magic schools, the Floating Island has a unique advantage: this is the place with the highest density of wizards in the world. With the ability of the Floating Island to collect scattered magic, it can better replenish the magic consumption in the exclusive wand. Therefore, the number of students in this special school is also limited. No more than 2,000 people are recruited from all over the world each year. The purpose is to help Squibs master the most basic spellcasting ability.

"So don't worry, I believe you can do it." Ginny encouraged, "You are a warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."

Harry touched his nose and felt a little itchy. He whispered, "Not many people believe it, and Voldemort was very weak at that time-" Ginny blocked his mouth and separated for a long time.

"I also went to the hospital to visit Astoria." Ginny said breathlessly, with her arms hanging around Harry's neck.

Harry forced his pounding heart to calm down, and followed Ginny's words and asked, "Is she okay?" He had seen Astoria once last year, and her face was turning pale, which was unique to the Malfoy family.

"It's a bit bad," Ginny said, "It's a unique curse. There is no way to verify what it is. It can only be judged from the symptoms that it is related to blood. Moreover, this curse is invisible and intangible, entrenched in the entire Greengrass family. It just happened to... choose her, and her sister Daphne is fine."

Ginny hugged him tighter, and Harry was a little breathless, but he could feel her fear. Harry couldn't help but think of the little girl who was two grades lower than him in school. He found that his biggest impression was the picture of Astoria standing on a puppet snake, the prize she won from the duel competition, and strolling around the Black Lake. She seemed open-minded and cheerful, and she was completely different from her current frail appearance.

Harry muttered the curse that could not be verified in his heart. Some unformed thoughts were circling in his mind, the Greengrass family, Malfoy, Professor Heppe... At this time, Ginny hesitated and said, "Albus has made a new friend."

"You mean little Scorpius?" Harry was thinking about something and blurted it out at this moment.

Ginny looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't know when you two became so close?"

...

Lying on the bed, Harry thought about what he would do tomorrow:

first of all, he had to report to the headquarters of the floating island. Although the official appointment would not be announced until some time later, he had better start working in advance since Professor Heppe had thrown such a difficult problem at him. Fortunately, after so many years, he was already very familiar with the environment on the island, but he should at least meet the foreign Aurors who were rotated in this year; in addition, he had to go to each of the twelve places mentioned on the note - after returning from the hospital without success, he first went to Lupin's place. Little Teddy was very likable and much more obedient than his two little boys; then he went to the Moon Support Center. It seemed that someone had mentioned some space island plan to him. Was it to build an island in space? But he was called back to the country immediately to command the last operation before leaving office, so he didn't hear it clearly.

Harry's thoughts began to wander:

At the farewell banquet, Ron said that he didn't want to be promoted. Being a director was good. He didn't want to work as hard as Percy and regard "earning back a Minister of Magic" as his family mission. Percy even had white hair. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Hermione, as a senior deputy minister, had a greater chance... Harry thought of Malfoy and Astoria again. Half asleep and half awake, he made a decision in his heart to talk to Professor Happ. No, he should ask Hermione first... The professor's current state was a little scary. Harry's body trembled. If he didn't know that no one in the world could hurt him, he would have suspected that the professor had turned into a ghost at some point.

He muttered twice and threw away this unreliable idea. A baby's mumbling came from the corner, and Lily Potter turned over. Harry smelled the scent of Ginny's hair and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Harry was awakened by the crying of a baby. He yawned, put on his glasses, and saw Ginny in her pajamas taking care of her little daughter. "Look," Ginny said happily. Harry saw the baby wet his lips with saliva, opened and closed like a little fish, and spit out a bubble. She giggled.

"This is very interesting," Harry said, "It reminds me of the fish-man in the Black Lake."

At breakfast, the family sat together, eating and watching magic TV. A very passionate voice was broadcasting the morning news, "It is expected that eight million people will land on the island! But no wonder, although the floating island has been receiving tourists from all sides, it is the first time that it is open to the outside world on such a large scale. Imagine that an average of 10,000 people are crowded in one square kilometer. I heard that this is common in big cities, so are they living in a sardine can?"

It was Lee Jordan. Harry looked at the TV host who had hardly changed and felt emotional.

Lee Jordan was the second group to land on the island. The floating island has undergone several important changes over the years, and each stage has added far-reaching measures. Starting with Professor Hepp's island construction, one-third of the one thousand American wizard families stayed. They and the wizards who chose to stay after participating in the Christmas bonfire night formed the first batch of residents on the island.

The second stage was marked by the relocation of the headquarters of Future World Corporation. A large number of scientists were invited to study the combination of magic and science in a cooperative form. In this process, some spells shined, such as the permanent sticking spell. And the ability comparable to magic demonstrated by scientists with the help of machines also opened the eyes of wizards. With the landing of the headquarters of the International Pan-Magic Union and the appearance of various large enterprises and national organizations on the island, there was a serious shortage of wizards, so wizards were recruited from all over the world to settle and work on the island.

It is worth mentioning that there are also many squibs among them.

But they prefer to call themselves "low-magic wizards". The more famous representative is Winnie Valentine, a teacher at the Exclusive Wand Academy. It was she who proposed this term. Her teaching philosophy is "to integrate wizards into all walks of life". It is said that she is expected to win the "Dumbledore Award" next year.

"...There is a renewed craze for watching movies all over the world. Needless to say, you all know which movie I'm referring to. Yes, it's Harry Potter." The two children at the table pricked up their ears immediately. "Mafalda Prewett is four years younger than me. There are rumors that she didn't get an invitation to the wedding of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, but my good brother told me that this is nonsense. She just didn't make it to the swearing-in ceremony because of a sudden illness and couldn't ride on the broom..."

Harry and Ginny smiled at each other.

Six-year-old James looked around and shouted in disbelief: "So it was you who did it? Or was it Fred or Uncle George? My God, I've always told Teddy that I admire her-"

"It's no big deal," Ginny said casually, "You admire the stories she wrote, and the stories are about your father." She leaned over to look at the cradle, and the baby inside blinked his bright eyes and looked at her. But Ginny frowned, "It's strange, the milk in the bottle didn't go down at all."

She took the bottle and tried it. The baby kept avoiding the pacifier. His two shallow eyebrows were wrinkled and his limbs kicked randomly. Ginny looked at James with suspicion. He was undoubtedly the most naughty and active one in the family - he seemed to be infected by his godfather.

James swore. "It's not me!" His eyes turned to Albus. "I heard Albus say that he missed the taste of the pacifier." James grinned and laughed. In his opinion, this was obviously a sign of immaturity. On the other side, Harry suddenly realized that the reason was found. I wonder if this is a talent of a potion master? But maybe it can be used to convince Ginny... Five-year-old Albus immediately lowered his head in embarrassment. He put down his knife and fork and whispered: "I, I'm done."

"Can I go play near the hospital?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged glances. "To meet friends?" "Oh, yes." Albus said evasively. "Come back early this afternoon, we're going to visit the Lupins."

"I don't think he'll have time to entertain us," James said seriously, "He's busy taking care of those furry creatures..." He saw his mother's look, covered his mouth with both hands, and muttered through his fingers, "I mean, a small problem."

Harry couldn't help laughing. He took out his wand and shook it gently, and a golden thread wrapped around the hem of Albus's clothes. Then he shook it again, and the second thread wrapped around James.

"What is this?" the two brothers asked in unison.

"Tracing silk," Harry replied.

"Cool!" James gave a thumbs up.

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