HP Magic Biography

So, is he planning something about me? Harry asked quickly.

Planned did I say that? Phineas lazily checked his silk gloves, Now, please forgive me, I have more important things to do, I don't have time to listen to the troubles of adolescents, good day Phineas walked leisurely to his frame and disappeared from Harry's view.

Fine, get the hell out of here, Harry bellowed at the empty frame, tell Dumbledore I don't appreciate him at all for the silence the empty canvas keeps.

Furious, Harry dragged the suitcase back to the foot of the bed, then slumped over the moth-eaten lid and closed his eyes, feeling heavy and aching all over his body. He felt as if he had come a long, long way.

It was hard to imagine that Qiu Zhang had approached him under the mistletoe less than twenty-four hours ago. He is so tired. He didn't dare to sleep, but he didn't know how long he could last. Dumbledore told him to stay still, which must have meant he could sleep, but he was still terrified. What if that happened again? He sank in the gloom.

He seemed to have a movie waiting to open in his mind. He was walking down a deserted corridor, past rough stone walls, around the torches, and down stone steps toward a plain black door.

He reached the black door, but could not open it. He stood staring at it, desperate to get in. What he wanted with all his heart was behind that, a prize of his dreams.

If only his scar would stop stinging so he could think more clearly.

Harry, said Ron's voice, far, far away, Mum says dinner is ready, but she'll keep some for you if you want to sleep.

Harry opened his eyes, but Ron had already left the room. He doesn't want to see me, thought Harry, after he heard what Moody said.

Harry imagined that none of them wanted him here any longer, now that they knew what was lurking inside him. He won't go down to dinner; he won't be with them.

Harry turned over, and after a while, fell asleep again.

Harry was up late, early in the morning, aching physically and mentally from hunger and Ron's snoring in the next bed. Looking around the room, he saw the dark silhouette of Phineas standing over his portrait again, and it made Harry think that perhaps Dumbledore had sent Phineas to keep an eye on him, lest he attack someone else. An unidentified emotion is growing.

He kind of wished he hadn't obeyed Dumbledore. If this was his life at Hogwarts after that, maybe he should leave and go back to Privet Drive.

In fact, everyone except Harry, who was apprehensive, spent the entire morning making Christmas decorations.

Harry couldn't think of a time when Sirius had been in such good spirits before. In fact, Sirius is singing Christmas carols, obviously happy to have someone to spend Christmas with him.

Harry was alone in the cold living room, and Harry could hear the echo of Sirius' singing. Watching the sky grow paler and snowflakes fall from the window, he felt that he was giving them a chance to talk about him incessantly, and the thought of it gave him a cruel pleasure.

When he heard Mrs. Weasley calling his name softly downstairs at lunchtime, he stepped back upstairs, ignoring her.

At about six o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang and Mrs. Black began screaming again. Harry, who was hiding in Piggy's room, guessed that Moody or one of the other members had come, and moved a little to make himself more comfortable sitting against the wall.

He was feeding Hedwig with dead rats, trying to ignore how hungry he was.

Harry was taken aback when someone knocked loudly on the door a few minutes later.

I know you're in there,

It was Fan Lin's voice, Please come out, I want to talk to you.

What are you doing here? Harry asked, opening the door.

Meanwhile the piglet was again searching the straw-strewn floor for any rat meat he had missed. I thought you were skiing with your parents right now.

In fact, Fan Lin and Hermione left from St. Mungo's yesterday, there is no doubt that Fan Lin and Hermione should go skiing in the snow mountain

Well, to be honest, skiing wasn't really our thing, it was Mr. Granger's plan, and I pushed him to my dad, Van Lin said, so I came here for Christmas, And Hermione.

Harry looked at Hermione behind Fan Lin, her head was covered with snowflakes, her face was flushed red from the cold.

But don't tell Ron. Because Ron was always laughing, I told him skiing was great. My parents were a bit disappointed, but I told them that everyone who takes exams seriously is studying at Hogwarts now. They I hope I'm well, they'll understand. Hermione said hurriedly, as if afraid that Harry might misunderstand or something.

Anyway, said Hermione briskly, let's go to your bedroom, where Mrs Weasley has built a fire and handed out sandwiches.

Harry followed Van Lin and Hermione back to the third floor, and when he entered the bedroom, he was surprised to see both Ron and Ginny sitting on Ron's bed waiting for them.

The two of us came on the Knight Bus, said Hermione cheerfully, taking off her jacket before Harry had time to speak.

Actually, we also saw Stan, you know him, the conductor. Fan Lin said, hanging up the clothes of both of them, I went back to Hogwarts, although Dumbledore Having explained to Umbridge that Mrs Weasley is at St Mungo's and that you have been given permission to visit, Umbridge is still annoyed that our gang slipped under her nose.

Yeah. Harry nodded a little stupidly, which means that everyone will spend this Christmas together.

How are you feeling? Hermione asked.

Fine, said Harry blankly.

Oh, don't lie, Harry, said Hermione a little impatiently, you've been avoiding everyone since you got back from St. Mungo's.

They say so Harry glared at Ron and Ginny.

Ron looked down at his feet, but Ginny looked nonchalant.

That's what you do, said Ginny bluntly, you don't want to see any of us

You guys don't want to see me, Harry said angrily.

Maybe you both wanted to see each other and just missed the chance, said Hermione, with a forced smile.

That's ridiculous, said Harry sharply, and turned away.