Hogwarts.

school clinic.

Michelle slowly opened her eyes.

Madam Pomfrey was guarding her bedside, and a trace of joy finally flashed across her face that was full of sorrow.

She hurried forward and touched Michelle's forehead, and said with concern:

"You finally woke up, Michelle! It's been three days! You've been unconscious for three full days! Everyone was frightened when Harry and the others sent you here. Since Dumbledore left, everyone's mood has changed.

I’m very nervous. If something happens to you again at this time, everyone will go crazy..."

Perhaps because she was really emotionally disturbed, Madam Pomfrey spoke confusingly.

But Michelle obviously didn't care.

Because no matter what Madam Pomfrey said, she was still looking at the ceiling with a dull look on her face.

The bloody memory that was covered in dust has unfolded.

It turns out that the nun did not return to her hometown to get married, but... died.

He died to save her and John.

"Thank God for bringing you to me."

"You will all have a bright future, I promise!"

The nun's last words kept echoing in Michelle's ears, but the person who said these words could never come back.

And John is one of the only people who knows this.

For so many years, he has carried this secret and moved forward with difficulty, just to avenge the nun, to protect Michelle, and for a better future...

Michelle only felt that her nose was extremely sore, and her chest felt like an invisible boulder was being pressed down on her. It was so stuffy that it made people want to go crazy.

But soon, her eyes became firm again.

She was going to help John.

Taking a deep breath, Michelle stood up with difficulty, ignoring Madam Pomfrey's obstruction, and slowly walked out the door.

…

at the same time.

Harry and other Hogwarts teachers and students were gathering in the newly rebuilt auditorium to enjoy breakfast.

It is said to be a 'newly rebuilt auditorium', but in fact, it is still a ruins.

There are too many places that have not had time to be repaired.

The floor of the hall was pitted, the long Gryffindor table had been cut off in the middle, and there were many large holes in the surrounding walls. The exquisite podium that Dumbledore loved so much was also turned into a pile of rubbish.

Even the magic ceiling that Hogwarts is proud of has been destroyed.

The students who longed for freedom now raised their heads and could only see the dark stone slabs full of terrifying cracks.

The only good thing about the scene was the food on everyone's plates.

They are still abundant.

This is a gift from Lady Helga Hufflepuff.

However, when it comes to delicious food, everyone is no longer as interested as before.

Grief is always delayed.

The news of Dumbledore's death, and even Dumbledore's funeral, actually didn't make sense to everyone.

Even if you cry, it is just blind obedience and resonance.

But when the funeral was over, the crowd dispersed.

When everyone returned to the dilapidated castle, all the suppressed sadness surged over again.

People finally realized that the wise and powerful principal who was tolerant to everyone, the old man who always liked to sit on the staff seat during banquets and watch the students playing below with a smile was no longer there.

Will be back.

Everyone could no longer laugh.

The auditorium that used to be bustling now seemed to be deathly silent.

Even the professors were all lost.

What traps them is not only sadness but also powerlessness.

There are too many people who want revenge.

Such as Harry, such as Draco, such as Ron...

Their fists have already been clenched!

The magic wands hidden in their arms are also ready!

But what can they do?

They are just students.

Even though Dumbledore had put so much care and love into them, right now, sitting here and waiting for John's battle report from the front was the only thing they could do.

This sense of powerlessness is mixed with sadness, which also gives rise to guilt and despair.

Harry even felt that he was about to suffocate!

But at this moment, the side door of the auditorium was opened.

A one-armed girl wearing a white hospital gown walked into the auditorium.

"Michelle..."

Hermione murmured and stood up to greet him.

But only halfway through the movement, she suddenly stopped.

Because she discovered that Michelle had become different.

That was an indescribable change.

To put it bluntly, it's like the nirvana of the phoenix, or - rebirth!

Hermione was obviously not the only one to notice this change.

Because at this moment, the eyes of all the teachers and students in the entire auditorium were focused on Michelle.

What also focused on Michelle was the golden sunlight that filtered through the cracks in the ceiling.

Michelle's blond hair reflected brilliant light in the sun, and her pale face exuded a sense of holiness. Even the missing broken arm had a wonderful sense of beauty.

Under the spotlight of the sun, Michelle's "reborn" temperament also became stronger.

That kind of mysterious and mysterious atmosphere, full of life and vitality, is sweeping the entire auditorium with Michelle's natural super infectious power!

It's like a drop of dish soap dropped into oily sewage.

Wherever it passed, the sadness and despair that had enveloped everyone, so thick that it almost condensed into substance, were all dispersed.

People only feel that their heartbeats are pounding.

More and more people stood up, following the light, following the hope, following Michelle, silently, step by step, arriving at the square in front of the castle.

"boom--"

Norbert, the Norwegian crested dragon, landed in front of Michelle.

It roared twice excitedly, then crawled to the ground and lowered its proud head.

Michelle stepped on Norbert's uneven scales and stood on top of the fire dragon's head.

During this process, the robe on her body began to deform, twist and flicker into a pair of golden armor.

Even the broken arm was re-extended with a magic arm condensed from magic power.

And after Michelle leaned over and gently touched Norbert's head, the same armor began to appear on the body surface of the Norwegian Crestor.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo Reading recently to catch up on books, change sources, and read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]

Everyone was shocked by this scene, but no one spoke.

At this moment, everyone was holding their breath and looking at Michelle with extremely eager and expectant eyes, looking forward to what Michelle could say.

But Michelle remained silent and stared into the distance.

After an unknown amount of time, a ball of flame suddenly exploded from the air.

A crimson bird suddenly fell from the sky, holding a tattered wizard's hat in its shining golden claws.

"Fawkes? It's back!" Hermione screamed in disbelief, "And he's brought the Sorting Hat with him!"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, the phoenix Fawkes had already begun to play its 'Song of Courage'.

At the same time, the Sorting Hat also started singing:
To be continued...