seven days lost

For a long time, there was only confusion and disbelief in my heart.What the hell does he mean?He resigned, which means that he is no longer a therapist, so it is impossible for him to be doing scientific research on the brain.Everything he said was a lie.

After thinking about this, I walked back angrily.I can't believe this is happening, I've been lied to the whole time, he gave me false hope and took it away, he's unreasonable.

"What a psycho!" I yelled, knowing he couldn't hear because he had already Apparated away.

I went back to my room just as Mrs Weasley was calling me for dinner.Although I was so angry that I lost my appetite, I still sat at the table.During the meal, I kept my head down and didn't say a word.Ron and Hermione were discussing what had happened at the Ministry, and their conversations were measured, which I know because I said I wanted to be hospitalized the other day.I'm fed up that they don't have to worry about me like that, and it makes me feel like I'm actually a very unstable boss, even though I am.

"By the way, I met Malfoy at the Ministry of Magic today. He didn't look energetic, and he didn't taunt me, which is quite strange..." Ron said casually, I trembled all over, raised my head and looked at to him.He was taken aback by my gaze.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"Did you just say Malfoy? Which Malfoy?"

"Which Malfoy could it be? Draco Malfoy, of course." He scratched the back of his head. "Harry, do you remember Malfoy?"

Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy...Malfoy...The jumping, golden memories are scrambling to come out again, I can hear those voices, and the figures are also becoming clear, like a rainstorm hitting top of my head.I looked out the window, and it was really raining there, the patter was real and fake.

"Malfoy...why is he in the Ministry of Magic?" I reluctantly asked with the last of my consciousness, I was about to lose control of my brain, which was burning like a boiling paste.

"Oh, he's the Reticent, Harry."

"The Silent Man? What is the Silent Man?" I gasped, trying not to scream.

"Mysterious fellows working in the Department of Mysteries, I don't know what they're doing." Ron looked at me worriedly. "Are you all right, Harry? You're blushing."

"When did he become the Reticent Man?"

"It's been years Harry, why are you asking this? I think..."

"How many years is it?" My voice was a little loud, maybe a little hysterical, and now their eyes were even more worried.

"Don't worry, Harry! Let me think about it..." Ron was still counting the time with his fingers in a panic, but Hermione suddenly said, "It was five years ago, Harry."

I stood up suddenly, and they all looked up at me.I stared at them blankly, said stiffly "I'll go back and have a rest" and left the kitchen in a hurry.

"Harry? Harry!"

I walked forward quickly, almost jumping up the stairs.Groups of golden light flew before my eyes, and I couldn't help crying and shouting, I put half of my fist into my mouth and bit it tightly, leaving a deep red tooth on the back of my finger. print.The sound of clear rain floated into my mind aimlessly, like the colorful TV lines in the middle of the night.I forcefully opened the door of the room and locked it with my backhand, and threw myself into the quilt.

Day [-]/Day [-]

Day 6 June 10 Weather: Rain

The following is what I wrote down at twelve o'clock in the morning.I'm so tired, but I have to keep writing.I can't sleep, and when I do I forget about it, and it's so important.

After I collapsed on the bed, the golden light finally shone clearly.It was a small, flapping Snitch, and I reached out and grabbed it, holding it high above my head.

"Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

There was deafening screams and cheers all around, and everyone stood up from the stands and clapped their hands. I slowly landed on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and showed a big smile to the flying teammates.

We were surrounded by ecstatic Gryffindors as soon as we got back to the common room, Ron was waving his Quidditch cup, Ginny smiled at me, and on some impulse I kissed her.Everyone around fell silent, Lavender giggled, and Romilda Vane looked like she was about to smash something.

This little episode didn't disturb everyone's interest in carnival. On the contrary, everyone was discussing the scandal between me and Ginny. Even when I walked out of the lounge and came to the corridor, I could hear a few girls discussing enthusiastically around the corner. .

I turned the corner to go to the bathroom—the bathroom in the lounge was full of drunk people—and before I could take a few steps, someone grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me back. Turning around, I was surprised to see Draco stood in front of me pale.He looked very abnormal, his skin was gray, his eyes were very dark circles, and his eyes were particularly dark and cruel.

"...Won the game?" The corner of his mouth twisted, and he asked coldly.

"Um……"

Without further ado, he punched me, and I reflexively dodged to the left. The punch dangerously brushed past my ear, bringing up a strand of hair.I took a step back, glared at him after reacting, and pulled out my wand from my pocket: "What are you doing?!"

Draco snorted coldly, ignored me and turned away.

When the screen changed, I was standing behind the wall again.Pansy ran away crying, and Draco walked past my hiding place with a blank face.I watched his back going away, and for some reason, an inexplicable joy rose in my heart.The joy was so base and small that it was quickly suppressed by myself.I stood still and inhaled slowly, and withdrew my hand from the wall.

At this time, I suddenly saw that the person walking away stopped, turned around and walked back again.He put his hands in his pockets, his face could not be seen clearly in the shadow of the corridor.

I froze where I was, and there was no way I'd leave—if he didn't see me, I'd expose myself.But subconsciously I felt that he had seen me.

Draco strode over to the other side of the wall where I was hiding, and stopped three steps away from me.He curled his lips and said coldly: "You think you've hidden it well, Potter?"

I had to come out from behind the wall and touch my nose.I think maybe I should express my apology, after all, I was really wrong first.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to hear this..."

"Wow, Potter's apologizing to me—that's touching." Draco sneered, and said in a drawl, rubbing his fingers slowly, "Let me see, you Are you going to cry sadly for me next?"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"Cry for me, Potter." He smiled at me defiantly, clasping his hands. "Maybe I'll be happier, don't you think?"

"Why should I please you? I think I can understand why Parkinson broke up with you, you are really annoying."

Hearing this, his expression became a little stiff, and then he showed a fierce expression: "Don't be smart, Potter, if you hear the beginning and the end, then you will find that I dumped her , instead of her dumping me. I'm not like you, poor Gryffindor, did you get dumped by the little Weasley girl?"

"It's none of your business, Malfoy, just worry about yourself!" I was a little annoyed after being poked in the sore spot, "What do you do every day?"

"It's none of your business Potter, instead of following me like a voyeur, you should think about how to improve your emotional intelligence."

"I know what you're planning. Do you think you're hiding it well?"

Draco's pale cheeks were flushed, and he stared at me, his gray-blue eyes shining with anger.

He pursed his lips, and said slowly: "This kind of low-level aggressive method is useless to me. You can try to continue to spy on me and see what you can catch...Stupid Gryffindor, you Thought it was brave, didn't you? You don't understand..."

As if realizing that he had said something wrong, Draco pursed his lips tightly.He gave me one last look, turned his head hard and left.

Everything in front of me gradually receded from the eyes, faded, and turned into a layer of mist covering the eyes.Finally even the fog dissipated and I collapsed on the bed panting, gasping for breath.I realized later that I was crying and tears were streaming down my face.

But why, is there anything worth crying about in these two memories?I never remember being such a sensitive person myself, but now I'm tearing up and wetting large swathes of the sheets.I groped in the dark to find a roll of tissues, took off my glasses and dried my tears.

I glanced at my watch, it was twelve o'clock.I didn't expect these two memories to waste so much time, maybe it took me a long time to cry, I don't know.I mean, I'm still having a hard time writing my diary, I'm still shaking, and I'm freezing cold.

After finally finishing writing, I lay on the bed for a while, wrapping myself up in a quilt.I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep.My body was like a dead fish writhing in the sun, but my brain was aching and awake, as calm as if it had been electrified.

I opened the door and slipped downstairs without a sound.I went to the living room to pour a cup of hot water, and sat on the sofa in a daze quietly facing the darkness.I closed my eyes.ringing in the night sky