What I wrote before:
Harry put his son Albus on the express train bound for Hogwarts, feeling disappointed. A faint sense of crisis lingered in the subconscious.
"He's okay," Ginny whispered.
This is a beautiful hope.
However, it has been nineteen years, nineteen years of silence, is it too long? Touching the scar on his head, it had never hurt in nineteen years, but why did Albus's departure make him so uneasy?
I have been dormant for too long... For too long...
"Potter's true heir is finally coming, finally coming..."
PS: Before reading, review the last chapter "Epilogue" of Haha 7, the effect will be better~~~