[TH TRHP] Diary Confusion [HP Doujin Harry Potter Doujin]

—I didn't see anything.

Harry pressed his right hand to his left chest, straightened his back, raised his head slightly with a solemn expression.

——I, Harry Potter, didn't see anything just now.

In order to increase the credibility of this sentence, he even changed the sentence pattern and repeated it to himself many times.

"Hey, I said," said a voice with a bit of natural arrogance behind him, "what are you doing standing here like a fool? Don't tell me it's just to make your hair look like a bird's nest Appears to be more...uninhibited in form?"

It belonged to Lucius Malfoy, with aristocratic cadences, a voice like silk on the skin.Just too...younger.

Self-hypnotically, he silently added "This is just a dream", and Harry mechanically turned his head little by little, almost hearing his neck rattle with such stiff movements.

Behind him stood two students in Slytherin uniforms.The silver and green scarves always look a little bright in good light - unlike the Gryffindor's gold and red scarves, which are always harsh in the sun.

The taller one - Lucius Malfoy, well, the student version - with his long platinum hair tied back elegantly in a dark ribbon, was looking at him with his arms folded and one eyebrow raised in bewilderment.

And the shorter one next to him—Merlin bless!That's Severus Snape! ——reached out and brushed the black hair hanging down to the ears, blinked eyes of the same color, and stood beside the former with a pure and innocent face.

Harry felt a slight twitch on one side of his forehead.He opened his mouth, but failed to form words.Damn, another jump on the other side!

He believed that he must have crumpled his face subconsciously at this moment - he could guess it from Malfoy's raised eyebrow and the slightly worried look on Snape's face.

Doesn't anyone think there's something terribly wrong here?

"...Please tell me this is all a dream."

Harry tried to hold up a serious expression so that he definitely didn't look like he was joking, and reached out - fingertips trembling - and pointed at the group of four who had just walked past, clearly - but with a trill at the end of the word - — language, earnestly seeking support from the two elders (student version) in front of me,

"I definitely didn't see my father, godfather, former DADA professor, and who knows who was wearing a Gryffindor school uniform and walked past me ostentatiously, and I was wearing a Slytherin school uniform at the moment, pointing at their backs, discussing this with two Slytherins The credibility of the situation...is it?"

Lucius's raised eyebrow twitched once, then he relaxed some of his expression muscles to bring the two eyebrows back to the same height - probably tired of picking at last, Harry guessed - a slight frown switched to a pitiful and somewhat impatient one. expression.

"I never knew that Gryffindor stupidity could be transmitted just by looking at them for a long time," said the future Malfoy patriarch, who didn't seem to be entirely joking - of course, with Malfoy's sarcasm Joke, "I'll keep an eye out after today."

"I don't think that's what he meant, Lucius," Snape said, tugging at his companion's robe behind his back, with a baby-like clumsiness, "Listen to the last few sentences, it's actually a paradox! Sounds like, um , very interesting, how did you come up with it?"

This is a complete misunderstanding, okay?I'm not entertaining you guys! Harry reached out to hold the tree trunk beside him.And how long is your brain circuit? I didn't even know you were such an off-line boy in school, old bat...

"...Dear Mr. Malfoy and Prof. Snape, I just..."

Snape in front of him bit his lower lip with a look of grievance.This action scared Harry back from the second half of his sentence.The next question uttered by the future Potions Master succeeded in blanking his mind.

"Did we do something wrong, Harry? Why are we called that?"

"So my initial theory was correct, he was definitely infected by those guys." Lucius folded his arms and nodded in satisfaction, muttering something like "as sharp as a Malfoy worth his salt", and looking over Harry's shoulder , asking someone behind him for confirmation of his argument:

"Don't you think so, Tom?"

——Tom Marvolo Riddle? ! Dark Lord? !The Chinese translation of "Voldemort"? !

Auditory hallucinations, this is definitely an auditory hallucination. Harry found that he couldn't drive his stiff neck to turn his head to verify, so he could only make illogical inferences in his heart, and nodded with tears in his eyes.You see, my neck doesn't seem to be there anymore, so it's just an auditory hallucination - what a beautiful fact!

A wide arm was looped over his back and firmly on his shoulders.Jaws pinched, neck twisted under gentle force, and a pair of red eyes gleaming cheerfully came into view.

"Another interesting idea in that lovely little head of yours, dear Harry?"

I will definitely never fight with a journal again - even if it is, again, picky about the ink I use.

Harry prayed to Merlin very sincerely.

So, please do give me another chance.