[HPDH] Glass color

After finishing breakfast together in the Room of Requirement, Harry read the "Daily Prophet" just brought by Neville. On the most prominent position on the first page was a photo of Kingsley, the current Minister of Magic. The text next to the photo told Harry, the Ministry of Magic has once again launched a raid on items prohibited by the Dark Arts, starting with the Malfoy family.

The only raid that Harry remembers was when he was in second year, and Ron's father Arthur was one of the main people in charge of that raid, and he had been working hard to catch Mr. Malfoy's father, Lucius. Malfoy's handle.

The two of them became fathers, and because of this, they fought at Lihen Bookstore, and even made the front page of the "Daily Prophet".That time, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, who had always maintained his aristocratic elegance, became no longer so elegant.Harry has always remembered it vividly, but thinking about it now, Mr. Lucius's original intention should be to frame Voldemort's Horcrux (even though he didn't know it at the time)-diary to Ginny, or Wes Lai family.

Neville also leaned over to look at the report, "Oh, Malfoy is going to be in bad luck this time."

"But, why. Why started with the Malfoy family, aren't they very prestigious nobles? The purest blood." Harry didn't know why he cared about this matter, and even for a moment he felt a little sad.

Neville laughed, "Come on, buddy, are you kidding? Now the whole wizarding world is proud to be a half-breed like you. Remember, you are a hero, the vane of the whole wizarding world. You wear black-rimmed glasses like you There were more and more kids, and I had several in my class, and they told me it was cool."

Harry was a little shocked, he knew he had received a lot of praise after the war, but he never liked to care about that.He never thought that his every move would become so crucial, this is too exaggerated.

Harry decided not to dwell on this topic too much, after all, Malfoy has nothing to do with him, anything!

"Neville, you don't have to come to breakfast with me on purpose, you know, I'm used to being alone." Harry began to change the subject, he always knew what each of his friends would care more about him.

"How is it possible? I promised Minerva to take good care of you, Harry. Don't think I don't know. Teddy told me that you often forget to eat. Merlin, is your memory worse than mine? Muggle psychology How do you say that adjective, self-torture? Yes, self-torture, are you committing suicide slowly, Harry?" Neville looked at Harry quite seriously.

Harry smiled bitterly, "It's just that I don't have much appetite."

"No appetite?" Neville raised his voice, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you know that your tone is very similar to Hermione?" Harry asked with a smile, his "Miss Perfect" friend likes to look at Harry like this, whenever Harry doesn't take his body seriously when.

"Well, I admit, I learned it from her." Neville also laughed.

It was a relatively relaxed and convivial breakfast, the one Harry hadn't had in a long time.Over the years he's become increasingly irritable and self-loathing, and though he never admits it, he really wants to kill himself.His appetite is getting less and less, and he often forgets to eat; when performing Auror missions, he always applies to rush to the front line. Even if he is not approved, he will try his best to go to the most dangerous places; he rarely Take medicine, let alone go to St. Munger...

All kinds of things made Harry have to admit that the only purpose of his subconscious actions was to hurt himself.

Kreacher was back at 12 Grimmauld Place, Dobby was back in the kitchen, and Neville had left to tend to his mandrake seedlings.Harry, who finally became a human again, seemed to be relieved. He put away his false smile, sat on the bed, doing nothing, and the whole world was extremely quiet.

Oddly enough, Harry took out the glass-colored diary from the suitcase again.

After watching it again and again, Harry seemed to have finally made up his mind, took out a quill, dipped it in dark green ink, opened the diary, and wrote on the blank space on the first page, "Good morning Diary, I'm Harry."

"Good morning, Harry, have you finally decided to come in?" Diary's fancy font replaced Harry's handwriting.

"Yes." Harry wrote.

Then, with a familiar twirl, Harry re-entered the world of the diary.Harry was surprised to find that he had returned to the Slytherin room again, and the surrounding environment was still lifeless, without any sense of flow.

Diary was standing by the magic window where he could see the Quidditch pitch, holding a bag of candied fruit in his hand, and was feeding those golden desserts into his mouth one by one.He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a contented smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he noticed Harry's gaze, and generously handed over the bag of candied fruit, "Would you like one?"

"No, thanks." Harry refused with a smile. The reason he was staring at Diary was because he noticed that the Gryffindor crest was embroidered on the school robe Diary was wearing today.Harry had thought yesterday that the diary's creator was a Ravenclaw, but today he wasn't so sure.

Diary walked in, staring at Harry with wide glazed eyes, like a proud cat.He smiled afterwards, "You're so cute, Harry."

Unaccustomed to being so close, Harry took a step back, flushed.

Diary shrugged boringly, and continued to feed candied fruit into his mouth, looking happy as if he had the whole world.

Harry lowered his head, his voice faltering, "Diary, I want to...know yesterday's...answer."

"Know what?" Diary asked.

Harry's eyes widened angrily, and he tried hard to restrain his excessive emotions. He felt that he was being teased again, and it didn't feel good. "If you still have memory, you will find that you promised to tell me yesterday why my ex has been observing me."

Diary seemed to recall something, "Yes, you are right, why did he want to observe you? Why..."

Harry watched Diary start pacing back and forth in the room, as if he was thinking hard about something, and Harry was sure that if Diary's answer was "I forgot" or something like that, he would definitely pounce on him Bite him, or hex him!

Finally, Diary clenched his left hand and tapped on the palm of his right hand, with a sudden realization on his face, "I remember."

Good, I don't have to bite you, or pull out my wand.It was only when he thought of this that Harry realized that his wand had entered this world with him, and it had been staying quietly in the pocket of his pajama pants.Oh Merlin, I came in in my pajamas.Harry started his divergent thinking again.

Diary giggled, more and more he thought this Harry was an extremely interesting person.But he decided to cut Harry off, "Why don't you find out the reason yourself? I'll give you hints. Yeah, it's like a game."

Harry frowned, and he glared at Diary, "I don't want to be something for your entertainment."

"Are you afraid of losing?" Diary raised his eyebrows, crossed his chest, and had an expression that I understood, "It turns out that the 'Living' boy is a coward, so you are afraid of losing, right?"

Harry thought he rather disliked the provocation, so he fell silent, just staring at Diary with a sharpness he had never felt before.He didn't attend the Auror training course to dawdle, and Harry learned a lot of useful things in it, which would never be learned in school.

Diary curled his lips, acting like a child who always finds a way for himself, "Well, well, I tell you, you are so impatient, stupid Gryffindor."

"Your Excellency, do I need to remind you? The badge on your chest now also belongs to the part you just said 'stupid'." Harry ringing his chest, his mood became very good, especially after seeing Diary's ruthless After the unwilling expression, he finally realized some of the feelings of Professor Snape back then.

The author has something to say: =-= I know, it’s my fault that I haven’t let Draco play yet...

By the way, this short story will be half finished>

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