HP Magic Biography

What did I do to Harry? Hermione said awkwardly.

Oh, no, not at all, otherwise I would kill him... Fan Lin said helplessly.

Just you? Hermione said contemptuously, but then put on a worried expression.

What about Harry?

what about harry Fan Lin has asked this question many times, no matter what it is, because of his intervention, Harry will always change.

However, Harry likes Qiu now, there is no doubt that this is written on Harry's face, perhaps because it is the first time for Harry, he still doesn't know how to make girls happy.

However, Qiu Du made it so obvious, you don't need to worry about anything, just go up there recklessly...Why...

Autumn! Harry called from behind, but the door had already closed with a crisp clang.

The teahouse fell silent. Every eye was on Harry.

He threw a gold Galleon on the table, brushed off the pink confetti from his hair, and followed Qiu out the door.

It was raining heavily and she was gone. And he had no idea what was going on, they were having a great time half an hour ago.

Woman! Harry muttered angrily, staggering down the rain-washed street with his hands in his pockets. Why is she talking about Cedric? Why does she always have to find a subject to make herself behave differently?

Are you sure the rain won't stop? Hermione asked.

Uh, I did it just now, but it's really raining now, maybe Harry would like it, anyway, we don't have to go over there. Fan Lin said indifferently, and then threw a Gold Galleon on the table, Seeing Harry's running back, the two quickly disappeared in place.

...

Harry turned to the right and ran, splashing himself with rain, and a few minutes later he was at the door of the Three Broomsticks. He knew he was too early, but he thought maybe there was someone here with whom he could pass the extra time. He tossed the hair over his eyes and looked around.

Hagrid was sitting in a corner by himself, looking very depressed.

Hi, Hagrid! he called, pushing his way between the tables and pulling up a chair beside Hagrid. Hagrid jumped up, glaring at Harry from above as if he didn't know him.

Harry saw two fresh cuts on his face, and some bruises.

Oh yes, Harry, said Hagrid, how are you?

Fine, Harry lied, but in the presence of a hurt and mourning Hagrid, he felt he had nothing to complain about. Er—are you all right?

Me? said Hagrid. Oh, sure, I'm fine, Harry, fine. He stared at his beer glass, which was more like a barrel, and sighed. Harry didn't know what to say to him, and they sat side by side for a moment of silence before Hagrid said suddenly, We're in the same boat, you and me, aren't we?

Er— said Harry. Yes, I said, two hopeless people, like, said Hagrid, nodding wisely.

Two orphans, yes, two orphans. He took a swig of his beer.

The difference is if you come from a decent family, he said, my dad is decent, your mom and dad are decent. Life would be different if they were alive, eh?

Yes, I think so, Harry replied measuredly. Hagrid was in a strange mood.

Family, said Hagrid despondently, no matter what you say, blood is important. He wiped a tear from his eye.

Hagrid, said Harry, unable to interrupt him, where did you get these injuries?

Huh? Hagrid was taken aback. What injury?

These! Harry pointed to his face. Oh, it's just a normal bruise, Harry, said Hagrid nonchalantly. I've taken a difficult job.

He finished his beer, put the glass back on the table, and stood up.

see you later,

Harry, be careful. He walked out of the bar loudly, looking pitiful, and disappeared into the rain. Harry looked at him, feeling bad.

Hagrid is upset and still hiding something, but he seems determined not to accept any help. What happened? Before Harry could think any further, he heard a voice calling his name.

Harry, Harry, here! Hermione yelled.

Hermione waved to him from across the room. Harry stood up and walked towards her across the crowded bar. When he was a few tables away, he found that Hermione was not just with Fan Lin.

Sitting with Hermione were two of Harry's most unlikely companions: Luna and Rita Skeeter, a former reporter for Hermione and one of Hermione's least favorite people in the world.

You're early! said Hermione, moving aside for him to sit down.

I think you're with Qiu, and you won't be here for at least an hour.

Oh well, why didn't I see you when I first came here? Harry asked.

Oh, Fan Lin and I just... just came back, we went out. Hermione said, looking at Fan Lin awkwardly.

The two of them had just appeared here, a second before Harry came over.

Well, I mean... Fan Lin looked at Rita, she was a smart woman.

Cho? Rita said quickly, squirming on the stool and looking at Harry eagerly. A girl?

She grabbed her crocodile bag and fumbled in it.

It's none of your business if Harry is with a hundred girls, Hermione told Rita coldly. Now you can begin.

Rita had just taken a green quill out of her bag, and as if forced to swallow foul water, opened the bag again.

What are you doing? Harry asked, sat down, and looked at Rita, Luna, Hermione, and Fan Lin in turn.

Rita took a big sip of her drink, then looked at Fan Lin, as if asking for instructions, I think I can talk to him?

Okay, said Hermione dryly. Apparently life isn't looking good for Rita right now, the hair that was once carefully curled is now thin and unkempt and drooping around her face, the scarlet on her fingernails is missing, and some of the fake gems on her glasses are gone .

She took another swig of her drink, and said from the corner of her mouth: Is that a pretty girl, Harry?

One more word about Harry's private life would break our deal and promise, said Hermione grumpily. Rita asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

You didn't mention any deal, Miss dear, you just asked me to come here. Oh, someday, she took a deep breath, trembling.

Yes, yes, someday you'll write more of our tragic tales with Harry, said Hermione dryly, and if anyone cares, why don't you?