The color scheme of the entire auditorium is gold with touches of red.

There were no surprises this year.

Harry and Hermione didn't have to be distracted by other things and could focus on their studies, even though the professors were already very restrained... but on the last day, Gryffindor still pulled nearly thirty house points ahead of the second place.

The Quidditch Cup was also taken away by Gryffindor.

This year is a bumper year for Gryffindor.

Dumbledore stood up, took his wand, and tapped the cup gently. There was a tinkling sound, and ripples of crisp sound filled the water.

“We’ve finished another whole school year.”

He spoke softly.

"September is my happiest day of the year, as Hogwarts welcomes a new batch of students."

"But every June is the saddest day for me, because another group of students are leaving Hogwarts."

“When children grow up, they need to go out from home and explore the wider world outside.”

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I hope that you can work in the field you love, start your own family, and live a happy life."

"But as Albus Dumbledore..."

"I want to say that Hogwarts is your forever home."

He took a deep breath, raised his wand, and waved it gently.

"Okay, let's make a final summary."

Golden words poured out.

"First place, Gryffindor, 493 points."

"Second place, Slytherin, 468 points."

"Third place, Hufflepuff, 451 points."

"Fourth place, Ravenclaw, 449 points."

Dumbledore raised his hands. "Let us celebrate Gryffindor."

Harry raised his wand, summoned his Patronus, and flew over the Gryffindor table.

"What are you going to do after graduation?" Ron asked excitedly. "I might become an Auror?"

"It's Kingsley who's the minister now! Percy is said to be getting promoted again."

Neville ate a pumpkin pie. "The Ministry of Magic has invited me many times and wanted me to be an Auror, but I want to stay in Hogwarts. Professor Sprout thinks I can be a good assistant."

They turned their gaze to the other two people.

Hermione tilted her head: "Harry and I plan to go to university for further studies and get a degree before considering the future."

"Oh... still need to study?" Ron said dryly, finding it difficult to understand the train of thought of these two people.

Harry smiled, staring at the bread in his hand.

"Of course, before that, you have to actually graduate."

Several people at the table were stunned.

Really graduated?

Isn't it now?

Harry didn't explain anything and put the buttered bread into his mouth.

Three days later.

Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.

In front of the curtain that symbolized death, there were four other people standing besides the officials from the Department of Mysteries.

Dumbledore, Snape, Harry and Hermione.

"Albus, aren't you going?" Harry turned to look at him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm afraid I'm not ready."

He stared at the strip of cloth that was moving without wind, with some hesitation in his eyes. He didn't know how to face those people... who died because of him.

Harry held out his hand, and Dumbledore handed him the Elder Wand.

As he took it, he looked at Hermione and said, "It's very dangerous in there. You don't have to go there."

Hermione said nothing, but held Harry's hand tightly.

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak, put it on the three of them, walked through the veil, and stepped onto the desolate land.

They walked forward, with the Resurrection Stone leading the way.

Based on their previous experience, they replenished food and water every once in a while.

All human creations have lost their function here.

The watch Hermione gave me stopped moving, and the hour and minute hands remained at the moment when I first entered this place.

There is no fatigue in the body and no boredom in the senses.

Just keep walking like this until...that door.

An elderberry door standing alone in the wilderness.

Harry took out his wand and poked it into the lock.

Snap——

The mechanical lock was turned, and he reached out and gently pushed the door open.

Behind the door was not an endless wilderness, nor was it the world of the underworld as Harry had expected, but a room.

A house that looks very familiar to me.

This is the old Potter house.

"What did you see?" Harry didn't rush in, but turned around and asked them.

Snape said simply: "Your home."

Hermione's answer was the same: "The old Potter house?"

It was exactly the same as what he saw. Was it because the Elder Wand was in his hand?

He took a deep breath and walked in.

Hermione and Snape followed.

When I touched the door, the coldness in my body and mind completely dissipated the moment I stepped over the threshold, and a feeling of warmth came over me.

Two people walked out of the room.

One has black hair and amber eyes, and the other has red hair and green eyes.

who are they?

The three of them were very clear about it.

"Harry?" Lily Potter looked at the three visitors, and her eyes fell on the boy with black hair and cat eyes. She couldn't pull her eyes away, and there was a kind of unbelievable surprise in her voice.

"It's me." Harry nodded.

His voice was a little stuttered, and he pronounced those two words with some difficulty: "Dad, Mom."

Lily Potter's eyes turned red and she rushed over to hug Harry.

James Potter stood behind him, staring at Harry with complicated eyes.

He never thought that there would be a day when he would see his own children.

"You look a lot like James."

"How old is he for such a tall man? There is no time in the underworld. We don't know how many years have passed outside."

Harry answered her, "Just graduated from Hogwarts."

"You've already graduated?" Lily looked at his face carefully. "What's with that scar?"

"Professor Snape left it there," Harry said softly.

Snape?

This name was unexpected.

The two of them turned their heads and finally noticed Snape, who was standing at the door and trying his best to make his presence less noticeable.

"Severus." Lily pursed her lips and spoke in a tangled voice, "You..."

Snape took a deep breath.

He had never felt so difficult to speak. It was as if there was no air in the underworld. The huge cavity wrapped him tightly, making even breathing become burning and difficult.

“Li…”

He only uttered one syllable and then stopped.

Such a title is obviously inappropriate.

Snape took another deep breath and said, "Mrs. Potter, I paid the price of an arm to leave that little scar on his face."

James clapped his hands and shouted happily, "Oh, Harry, well done!"

"When was it done?"

Harry answered him, "At the end of my third year."

"How did you do it?" James asked curiously, "A sneak attack?"

Snape sneered, "Is that all that's left in the mind of a stupid megalomaniac?"

"Potter is far more capable than you."

"He defeated me head-on."

James puffed out his chest proudly: "You are worthy of being my son."

"But you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities as a father." Snape said bluntly.

The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly dropped to freezing point.