In the last few days of the holiday, Harry and his friends did not practice much and began to look forward to the arrival of the new semester. Neville reluctantly said goodbye to them and returned to his grandmother. They agreed to meet at King's Cross Station.

"Why do you feel strange recently?" Ron looked at Harry with a puzzled look on his face, while ruthlessly eating Harry's white queen chess piece.

"Is it true?" Harry shuddered and asked sensitively.

Ron's eyes widened, "Of course. Let me think about it. You often absent-minded without warning, including the days when you returned to the Burrow. You can't even get interested in playing Quidditch with Cedric! You took the initiative to give the opportunity to Ginny. Speaking of which, Ginny

is not quite right..." He looked suspicious, which made Harry embarrassed: "I say, do you have any secrets?"

Hermione sighed behind the book. Did Ron finally know? As a result, his words surprised Hermione. Ron asked very confidently: "Harry, are you planning to go to Godric's Hollow, and Ginny just happened to know about it?"

Harry was stunned.

"Why do you think so?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I guessed it, I saw Harry staring at the photo several times," Ron said with some pride, but he became serious the next second, "Harry, Mom forbids us to go out. At most, we can go to the Burrow to get some fresh air. Of course, if you really want to go, we can put on the invisible cloak and use Apparition to go and come back quickly." Harry

shook his head, "Remus advised me not to be impulsive. I, uh, I haven't thought about it yet."

"Why is that?" Ron asked.

"Because, because," Harry took a deep breath, it's time, he thought. "I have mastered the three unforgivable curses."

"Unforgivable Curses!?" Ron shouted with his eyes wide open, and Hermione was also stunned. The thick book in her hand slipped to the ground. This was completely different from what she thought.

After a long time,

"What do you think?" Harry looked at them anxiously.

Ron patted Harry's shoulder hard, "That's so cool, how did you do it? Did Professor Hepple secretly give you some special treatment?" He guessed, "It could also be Dumbledore, you guys have been out quite frequently recently."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him unhappily, "Impossible, the professor would never teach us these spells! Even Aurors in peacetime are subject to strict restrictions, Tonks told me all this." Harry hesitated

for a moment, but still told about his abnormality, starting from the night he came back from the Ministry of Magic, describing the special feeling when he woke up from the bed, the next morning when Professor Hepple took him to test three spells, and the various questions Dumbledore asked him after that, and finally he had to take away two of his memories.

He breathed quickly when he thought of one of the memories, which contained a scene of Ginny kissing the corner of his mouth, and he should have removed this part!

But Dumbledore required the memory to be as complete as possible, and Harry gave it away in a rush, causing him to regret it every time he thinks of it now. He doesn't want to talk much when he and Dumbledore go out to meet friends alone now... and Harry doesn't know whether to feel regretful or not, but he really didn't get many opportunities to be alone with Ginny, which made him inevitably worried and suspected that he was being too sentimental.

Ron and Hermione were trying to digest this amazing news.

"So easy? You learned those two spells in less than one morning?" Ron still found it incredible.

"Didn't you listen carefully? Harry was obviously influenced by the You-Know-Who. The professor just further verified this. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy." Hermione looked at Harry and said seriously: "Harry, the professor is right. You must not relax your training in brain occlusion."

Harry responded sullenly.

"This is not a joke, Harry, from your symptoms..."

"Symptoms?" Harry said angrily.

"Well, it's a phenomenon." Hermione carefully chose the words, "It's strange that your connection with the You-Know-Who is getting closer and closer. When did it start?"

"Maybe after Voldemort's resurrection." Harry said.

"But now that it has developed into gaining his evil knowledge, this is no small matter, Harry," Hermione said patiently, "Dark magic can affect people's sanity. You can imagine what the result would be if part of Voldemort's thoughts merged with yours. Your personality might change unconsciously, or he might even implant a certain idea in your mind, making you think it's your own. Perhaps this is what the professor and Dumbledore are trying to avoid."

"Then what should I do?"

"Of course, I should work hard to improve my brain occlusion skills, and, uh, don't let myself fall into negative emotions." Hermione read out what she had read in the book, but these were all old hat. "We can help you, right?" She looked at Ron, who nodded quickly.

At dinner, Fred and George told them vividly about the new guards of Sword Castle.

"They are about ten feet tall, like enlarged magic puppets, with more precious materials and more spells. When they light up, the surrounding magical light is blinding... You can see them when you go to Diagon Alley, there are two standing at the door."

"You are involved too? What are the abilities of these guards?" Tonks, who stayed to eat, asked with great interest.

Fred sighed, "Professor Happ made it alone, a week earlier than our anti-curse series. I really want to recruit him to our trick shop." He made a face.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him sternly, and he obediently made a gesture to seal his mouth and stopped talking about the word "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes". But Harry knew that Fred and George had even signed the contract for the shop, which was in Hogsmeade village.

"Only two?" Harry said.

Fred and George looked at each other, "It's a secret."

Harry subconsciously held his breath, "So... there are a lot of them?"

"We can't say for sure, really." Fred said, "There are about a dozen outside?" He counted them one by one with his fingers, "Two at the door, two as soon as you enter the door, and then there are a few scattered on each floor... but these can't be all." "

Yes," George continued, "Since the professor came out of the laboratory, Fred and I found that several storage rooms were locked, but we can't open them. Only a few people have the permission."

He spread his hands.

"We wanted to persuade Penelope to let us go in and take a look while Professor Hep is away, but she refused to agree. I guess there must be a legion of magic puppets in there!"

Fred and George's eyes lit up with excitement. At this time, Tonks also became interested, "Is this thing made very quickly? Maybe I should suggest that the department purchase a batch if it is really cost-effective."

"Not yet," Fred dismissed the idea, "Only Professor Happ can make magic guards. I heard that it involves extremely advanced memory magic... but he is not in the company now."

"Professor Happ is not in the company? Where did he go?" Harry asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"Penelope and Clemence should know. They have a way to contact the professor in an emergency. Remus should also have it, but we don't always see him."

"The professor may be dealing with things in the Muggle world. He takes a few days off every year for this." Hermione said.

"Did he mention it to you?"

"Oh, uh, I just guessed." Hermione said.

When Felix appeared again, it was the last day of the holiday, and he brought three letters.

"I took some time to go back to school. Minerva was very busy, so I helped bring the bibliography over." Felix said, Harry, Ron and Hermione each took their own letter and couldn't wait to open it.

"It's long overdue," Ron said as he opened the envelope, "school starts tomorrow."

"Professor McGonagall may be too busy, so she just found time to deal with school matters in the past two days," Harry guessed. He opened the envelope and found two pieces of parchment inside, one as usual to remind him that school is starting, and the other was the books he would need this year.

"There are two new books to buy," Hermione read the contents, "'Standard Spells, Fifth Grade', by Miranda Goshawk; 'Elementary Practical Runes', by Felix Hep, Hedstrand Vera. Professor, you have a new book?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"Hey, who's the other author?" Hermione asked, staring at the book list.

"He is the president of the Ancient Rune Association. You should have met him. He and Professor Marchbank attended the class at school." Felix explained, "Because of the tight schedule, Mr. Vera and I simply sorted out the practical runes to be used in the five grades, sorted them into a book according to the difficulty and teaching order, and will separate them when there is a chance in the future. The textbook is published by LCA Publishing House."

"Why is there no Defense Against the Dark Arts book?" Harry asked, looking at the list of books again and again.

"Didn't Sirius tell you?" Felix asked.

"No, he..."

"Did you forget it?" Ron shook the envelope, "Hey, there is really one, let me see." He suddenly opened his mouth and did not move.

"Do you have anything else?" Harry approached Ron in some surprise. At this time, Hermione opposite turned the envelope upside down, and a golden red object slipped into the palm of her hand. Harry subconsciously pinched his envelope, which was empty.

"Prefect." Ron groaned, "I was elected prefect."

Ron and Hermione became the prefects of Gryffindor House in the fifth grade. Felix was a little surprised by this result, but after a little thought, he understood Dumbledore's intention. Being a prefect is both a right and a responsibility, and Harry already has too many responsibilities.

But Harry obviously didn't understand it yet. At this moment, he felt empty in his heart. He could only say congratulations in pale words, which was far less sincere than Mrs. Weasley who came after hearing the news.

In fact, no one was more surprised than her, not even the newly-minted prefect himself.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Ron, it's great! Prefect!" She hugged Ron excitedly, and the water stains on the wet rag in her hand dripped all over the floor. She generously promised to give her youngest son a gift.

"Can I get a new broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him a little embarrassed, then smiled, "Of course, see you later, I'll go get Fred and George's shopping list. In addition to the broom, I'll also buy you new books. Oh, yes, and Ginny's share, that's a lot of things." She giggled and left.

Ron stopped where he was for a long while, and rolled his eyes. "Fred and George will be so jealous, they definitely will! But who cares, I'm a prefect now, and I'm going to have a new broom soon! Oh, no!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked dryly, and he felt that his voice seemed to come from someone else's mouth.

"I should add some more money and take out part of the bonus so that I can buy a better broom." Ron said happily, his eyes began to shine, "Yes, that's it. I'll go talk to Mom now."

"Professor," Hermione whispered to Felix, "Can I call home? Use the public phone in the community outside? Mom and Dad know the meaning of being a prefect, they will definitely be happy."

Felix thought for a while, "How about this, Miss Granger, you haven't been home for a long time, take this opportunity to accompany your family, and I will pick you up in the evening."

"Then I'll go pack your luggage." Harry said awkwardly.

He returned to the bedroom alone, and the suitcase on the table was open, like a big mouth, as if silently laughing at him. Harry picked up a dirty piece of clothing from the bed and sat on it blankly. It was only then that he had time to think.

He had almost forgotten about the prefect, but when it really happened, he couldn't pretend not to see it. If he had to choose between the two of them, he would definitely prefer to be the prefect rather than Ron. Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Did he think he was better than Ron? He didn't want to appear arrogant, so he tried hard to find reasons for himself. I'm better at Quidditch, and I'm better at dueling... but what about other than that? I haven't pulled away from Ron in other subjects. But outside of schoolwork, Harry thought indignantly, the adventures they had experienced together, the life-and-death experiences he had done, and Headmaster Dumbledore knew it all too well.

But he couldn't help correcting himself. Ron always stood by him, and never backed down even when facing Voldemort. He didn't have the same reasons as himself to be an enemy of Voldemort. So, Ron seemed to be more noble? At this moment, a voice popped up in Harry's mind, but he took away your honor.

"No, he deserves it," Harry whispered to himself, but the voice began to buzz again, arguing non-stop, and Harry miraculously understood it. You have done more, but you are not understood, and you have not received the due rewards. The voice spread dark thoughts to him, maybe he should be taught a lesson, with the newly learned spells...

"That's not what I think," Harry said to himself, "Ron is my best friend." He stood up suddenly and almost fell. He gasped, and the expression on his face changed rapidly, sometimes seeming to become another person.

"Someone needs to see his brain." The blank canvas in the frame on the wall mocked.

Harry stared at the canvas, but there was nothing there. Just like the clocks that shot screws at people, the snuff bottles that bit people, and the display cabinets that coughed and sprayed large clouds of dust when the doors were opened, it was another proof that the Black family was ancient, pure, and accompanied by magic.

"You are wrong." Harry said loudly, and the canvas did not respond to him.

After a while, Harry heard footsteps. He lowered his head and stuffed the clothes in his hand into the box. Ron came in bouncing.

"Just in time!" He said happily, "I bet half of my bonus, just enough to change the Sideswipe series to Nimbus 2000. I could actually buy 2001, but I think I should save some money. I still have to buy birthday presents, and what if Future World comes up with a new product... Are you okay?"

"Great, Ron, I mean you'll have a good broom soon, you can consider joining the team." Harry said, he paused, feeling that this sentence was really sincere, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ron's smile disappeared.

"I thought it was you, I didn't expect it at all"

"No, you deserve it." Harry said firmly, as if it was the final word. "You fully deserve the honor of being a prefect. As for me, I have enough troubles of my own..."

"Oh, well, you're right, maybe Dumbledore didn't choose you for this reason. Will he come today? I mean that inexplicable afternoon tea?"

"Yeah, I think so." Harry was glad that Ron changed the subject, and also glad that school would start soon and he didn't have to eat a belly full of candied fruit. He couldn't stop feeling sick just thinking about that thing.

...

In the evening, Sirius came back and Harry welcomed him joyfully.

"Should I call you Professor Black?"

"You can save this for tomorrow's dinner." Sirius smiled.

At dinner, he sat next to Felix and whispered, "Felix, I heard that you are the guard of the Hogwarts Express tomorrow?"

"Just one of them," Felix glanced at him and let a jam bottle fly into his hand, "I remember you too."

Sirius turned his head awkwardly: "I plan to take a day off... and work another day tomorrow."

"Why?" Felix asked curiously. This was not something he would say.

"Originally, I was going to inspect Azkaban with Amelia today and set up a thief-proof waterfall. As a result, we received an alarm that Dementors appeared in a Muggle town. Later it turned out to be a false alarm...

Anyway, uh, I thought that in order to have a beginning and an end, when I get out of Azkaban, it will be a complete farewell to the past."