Harder Aurora

Unreasonable villains.And, you're the one with the mental illness. "

no you are.Harry looked down and licked his lips lightly.

Ashley blushed, "...rogue."

Harry picked him up and put him on the dining table, holding his thighs and standing between his legs, "You can refuse." Harry curled his fingers and scratched his pink cheeks obsessively.

"Okay, I refuse."

"..." Harry narrowed his eyes, "Sorry, I can't understand the American accent."

"It's a cockney accent - fxxk... there's something really wrong with your brain -"

Because of the enthusiasm of Egbert and his Ravenclaw classmates, the old and dirty showroom is now like a small museum. Charles doesn't even remember where the inconspicuous photo was hidden. .

He found that he had become more and more nervous recently, and he was extremely sleep-deprived. There was nothing he could do. He didn't dare to sleep soundly at night, and he didn't dare to sleep much during the day.Sometimes he was lying on the bed before going to bed, but when he woke up, he would be in the classroom, or the sofa in the lounge. The most tragic thing was that he didn't notice it at all.

There are two huge dark circles on Charles's face. If it weren't for the color of his hair and clothes, he might look like a ghost.

"Statues...trophies...newspapers?" Charles held up his wand to check row by row, "Newspapers are collected, a group of freaks who grow in books."

"...cutlery?!", Charles looked at the neat row of rusty cutlery and became inexplicably angry. He deliberately kicked a knife holder standing on the edge of the shelf, and the knife inside fell down in response, so he continued to look at it with satisfaction. a shelf.

This should be it, Charles looked in shock at the neatly arranged photo frames, and the group of Ravenclaws actually added a frame to every old photo.

In theory, they would also sort the photos by time.Old Malfoy's father was estimated to have been dead for decades, so that photo was at least 50 years ago.Charles counted the date on the label, and the photo gradually transitioned from clear and complete to yellowed and incomplete. The only thing that remained unchanged was the shaking figure inside.

The most terrifying thing is that their expressions are becoming more and more indifferent and cold.

Charles' finger rested on a photo, in which were three beautiful aristocratic girls, their chins were slightly raised, their gorgeous blond hair was coiled up with jewels, looking at the camera was like looking at some kind of sewer poor ghost.

"You are Eliza Black." Charles took down the photo and looked at it carefully, looking at the taller girl in the middle, "Mrs. Malfoy, you look much better in person than in photos."

That means the photo with Riddle must be somewhere near here.

Charles put Blake's picture back in its place, checked down a few rows, and settled his wand on one of the frames.

"Got you."

"... Ron, you must take a look at my New Zealand devil thorn. It took me several years to breed in England." Neville was flushed with excitement. He hadn't chatted with his old classmates for a long time, especially It's this exciting night out, "I'm going to give Hagrid a dragon egg for Christmas, you know, he's very good at it—"

"Yes, well said, it's wonderful." Ron looked at the map, while perfunctorily agreeing, years of married life gave him sufficient experience to deal with such talkative people.

"...if only Harry were here so I could show you Hagrid's new spider... oh, sorry, forgot you were afraid of spiders..."

"Yes, I have a heart, thank you—"

"Does Harry still like Cho a little more? Poor Delacour, I bet she was crying at the Black Lake that day... so is Ginny single now?"

"Yeah—what?"

Ron growled and tore Neville's neckline with one hand.

"Are you—are you going to fight?" Harry stared dumbfounded at the two wrestling figures, holding a large gray long-haired dog by his left hand.

Ron touched his nose in embarrassment, and slowly straightened up, "Oh, this is really embarrassing."

"Terrible protectiveness." Neville had one blue eye and messy hair.

"...I have no interest in your escapades."

Ron/Neville: "Harry!"

"Okay, I'll shut up." Harry smiled and patted Henry's head.

Ron squatted down curiously, "You went out for most of the day just to buy a dog?"

"This matter is a bit complicated. Remember Henry II? This is Henry." Harry cleaned the windbreaker angrily. "Merlin's smelly socks, he sheds too much."

Neville opened his eyes wide in surprise, "This is an ancient English sheepdog!"

"Yes, his master is too busy to take care of him, so let me hand it over to his other master." Harry snapped his fingers at Henry, who immediately stood up and frantically wagged his tail, "Go ahead, if you see Gaga For Bree, let her go back to rest early."

Neville stared fascinatedly at Henry's wagging tail, and suddenly thought, "Gabrielle? So Harry is breaking up with Cho?"

"...Where did you get such a strange plot." Ron squinted at him.

"The Daily Prophet"

"Oh, kill me."

☆、Henry

Dominic rested his chin on one hand and looked at his roommate with a sad face. He drank at least 5 cups of coffee in just one morning, and the shadows under his eyes were exaggerated like a smoky makeup.

"What's wrong with you, coffee addiction?"

Charles gave him a blank look, "Did you violate the school rules?"

"Nope, but you look a little scary now. Why don't you go to Professor Snape."

"Do you think I didn't look for it?" Charles said angrily, and his temper has become more and more irritable since he had a big sleep problem. "He's giving Potter special training all day long! There's no time to look at him Poor Slytherin!"

"Take a deep breath! Charles." Dominic leaned back in horror. "Don't conjure up a knife and cut off my head."

"Honey, are there any problems?" Slughorn in front of the blackboard pushed his reading glasses clumsily, looking at the Slytherins who seemed to be about to quarrel with concern.

"We're fine, Professor." Connor said lazily.

"I said, boys, can you keep your voice down?" Amber Selwyn, who was sitting in front of them, turned her head unhappily. Her cauldron had already started to emit ominous black smoke.

"Dirty Gryffindor bitch, shut your trash-smelling mouth—" Charles smiled viciously.

"You!" Amber blushed instantly, "vulgar American bastard!"

Isabel applauded in surprise, "Wow, James Potter's dog can finally bark."

"Isabel! You're so mean!", her brother Ellen yelled angrily at the Gryffindor table. "Apologies!"

"Merlin, brother, you fell in love with Potter's bxxch." She narrowed her eyes in a bad tone, "What would Dad think, a ridiculous upstart."

"Oh, better than you following the tail of a Slytherin sissy who was abandoned by the Goblet of Fire."

"You're dead, Alan Field—torn apart!" Isabel screamed, and Alan's cauldron was exploded, and the sticky liquid inside splashed all over James, who was dozing aside.

Seeing that the boring quarrel between him and Selwyn dramatically developed into a fight between the Field brothers and sisters, Charles asked Dominic in a low voice, "Why is she so weird recently."

Dominique calmly put the seeds of the devil vine into the cauldron, "No, everyone is becoming weird, puberty, it's terrible."

Slughorn was at a loss, his ability to deal with quarrels and fights between students was almost zero, "...stop arguing, boys...Merlin—careful of the cauldron! Clean it—"

"This is really disgusting." James frowned at the weird brown slime on his body.

"Hey, James," Ewan Bird of Gryffindor poked James, "Amber ran out crying."

"Poor Amber, people cry every day, she has to adapt to this cruel world." Another Gryffindor girl sneered, "Merlin, I really hate her, all the boys love to hang around her."

"Be kind, Olivia." James didn't bother to pay attention to the messy professors and students in the classroom. He couldn't understand why Amber always followed him, and he couldn't understand why girls excluded her. Maybe his playboy father could answer this problem.

Slughorn held up his wand in despair. "It's not time for get out of class to end, boys—"

A group of Beauxbaton students were wearing blue silk school uniform skirts, laughing and crowding at the classroom door to watch.

"Oh—" Slughorn's beard looked even whiter, "Severus is going to be mad."

"Look, they're throwing cauldrons at each other!"

"Is that Potter sitting there? Merlin! He really looks exactly like his brother."

"Do you think Albus will win? I bet he can't stand the first project—"

"I don't think so, he is Harry Potter's son!"

Here we go again, can't they discuss something else?James watched Slughorn's helpless yelling and couldn't stop them, oh, even Erilo took out her wand, is this another gang fight. "Clear water like a spring!" James yelled, learning that from Albus, too insidious.

A huge amount of water poured down from the sky, drenching everyone's head and body, and now the crucible didn't need to be washed, it was all emptied.

Slughorn tremblingly wiped the water off his reading glasses, "Thank you, Mr. Potter! Merlin's beard..."

Charles' hair was completely ruined, the strange potion added water, the originally beautiful blond hair turned into wisps on his face, and was dyed a weird earthy green, "Potter, you did it on purpose. ’ he hissed through gritted teeth.

"No, don't start again." Slughorn shook his hands in despair.

James smirked, "It's just a small reward."

"That blond boy is Slytherin! Are they going to start again?" Delacour's girls giggled. "He's cute too, just a little dark circled."

"Ah! They both have beautiful green eyes, so cute!"

Dominic wiped his face and threw Charles' coffee mug in front of James, "You ruined his coffee, bastard! I'm going to live in pain this day, awesome! Thank you !"

This is easy to solve.Slughorn immediately stepped between the two tense groups of students. "I've got two big boxes of coffee—please don't blow up the classroom, kids..."

"Oh! Look, what a cute big dog!"

"Mr. Potter? Is this Mr. Potter's dog?"

Henry smelled the smell of the little master, happily waded through the water stains all over the floor, knocked away the girls in blue skirts piled up in front of the classroom, and rushed into the classroom and threw himself on Charles.

"Henry - stand!" Harry found that his words were like a gust of wind in Henry's ears, he waved his wand casually, and the whole corridor returned to its original clean and dry state.

Charles couldn't believe his eyes, maybe this was a hallucination caused by long-term insomnia?

"Damn, why is there a dog?!" Dominique exclaimed in surprise.

Well, not hallucinations.

Slughorn took out his handkerchief and wiped his cold sweat, the classroom kept it, what a good dog.

"You can also see a gray and white long-haired Old English Sheepdog?" Charles looked at James expressionlessly.

James' hand was itchy, and he wanted to touch it too, "Everyone can see, are you blind?"

Charles suffocated and covered his forehead, "Why did Henry appear here? Kill me—"

"Henry!" Harry sent all Beauxbaton's girls away, and when he came in, he saw the messy, wet and dirty potion room, and Slughorn's expression of relief seeing the savior.

"Henry?!" Charles understood and said angrily, "You damn thief! Why did you steal my Henry?!"

"You're talking nonsense!" James exclaimed excitedly.

Harry sighed with a headache, and signaled Slughorn to take the other students out. Several girls reluctantly let go of Henry's silky long hair.

"Dirty Brit!"

"Schizophrenic American villain—" James' mouth was covered by Harry's, and he shut it up angrily, his face flushed with anger.

Charles straightened Henry's wet hair with heartache, "I want to explain, Mr. Potter."

"James, you go out too." Harry picked up his taller son and threw him out of the door. James struggled desperately, "Let go! What excuse do you want to use to lie to me? Are you getting involved with Walker's uncle?" ?!"

Harry/Charles: "..."

James couldn't help it as he spoke, he was so wronged, and tears fell down, "Did I guess the answer, why is a shepherd dog far away in the United States in your hands?"

"Wow, this is really embarrassing." Charles said gloatingly, "I'll go first, you can talk slowly."

Harry's face darkened, "You stop."

James covered his face, "I beg someone to give me a forgetful memory."

"No one will be forgotten," said Harry, who had a terrible headache, and the moment he was most afraid of came—a profound chat with his son, "This matter is very complicated..."

"He is Draco Malfoy, right, that 'Miss Slytherin', your lover when you were 16 years old." James shouted angrily at Harry, "It's not complicated at all! It's because you never Don't care about us and mom, that's why things are getting more and more complicated!"

"How did you know that?!" Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he was about to lose his grip on his wand.

Charles wished he could find a hole in the ground and yelled in despair, "Can I leave? Can't you chat slowly by yourself?"

"No!" Harry and James shouted at the same time.

James continued to complain with red eyes, "So have you figured out who to find now? Walker's uncle? The little Veela assistant who has an affair with old Malfoy or the first love Miss Dongfang—" He suddenly became dumb, and his tongue was glued by magic On the palate, James covers his mouth angrily, so vile.

"Merlin, what are you doing when you don't study hard at school?" Harry retracted his wand, wiped his son's face with his big hand, James opened his hand, turned and ran out of the classroom.

Harry let out a long breath, looked at Charles and Henry weakly, "Okay, now it's your turn."

The thorns all over Charles stood up, and the dark circles under his eyes looked even more terrifying, "You can't even control your own son, and you still want to control me."

Harry snapped his fingers, Henry shook his tail, circled around Charles twice, ran to Harry's feet and squatted, his big tail flicked back and forth, "You know that too, don't you?"

"Know what? Are you messing around at home." Charles folded his arms defensively.

Harry stared closely at his eyes, "No, you must have known about Draco a long time ago, you have learned about the Dark Mark, and it is impossible for you not to have seen his left hand."

Charles moved his eyes uncomfortably, took a few steps to the side, took out his wand and slowly dried his hair.

"But you have never told anyone, and you have been weaving all kinds of lies." Harry stepped forward, grabbed the boy's shoulders tightly, and forced him to look into his eyes, "Why? He It should belong to his family, you are too selfish."

"What is selfishness, Mr. Potter?" Charles asked with a sneer after being quiet for a few seconds, "No matter who he is, my parents have taken care of Ellie for more than ten years and let him wake up again. Is this selfish?"

"No." Harry looked into his eyeballs and observed the changes in his pupils. "Why, there must be a reason. No one will take care of someone for more than ten years without a reason."

"Oh, maybe it's because of the spirit of internationalism." Charles sneered, meeting Harry's eyes without showing any weakness.

Harry couldn't get anything out of his eyes, how could such a young Muggle wizard have such powerful Occlumency?Harry released his hand suspiciously.

"You have to know, he will come back one day." Henry's neck had an extra traction rope out of thin air, and the other end of the rope was in Harry's hands. "As for Henry, I will take care of it for the time being."

Charles looked bitterly at Harry leading his dog away, and couldn't help retorting, "We'll see."

"It's scary." Harry said without looking back.

Albus got up on the ground in pain all over his body, he suspected that Professor Snape took this opportunity to vent his anger on him, otherwise why he knew he couldn't resist, but still shouted vicious curses one after another.

"...Is this really training, professor, this is more like a duel." Albus touched the bruise on his arm, this time the wand flew directly under the table, did Professor Snape want to fight him directly ?

Snape raised his chin and motioned for him to retrieve the wand, "Trash."

"Is the day over? I don't want to die before the game." Albus asked dejectedly. He had learned to show weakness in front of the Slytherin head, and it usually worked.

Sure enough, Snape nodded indifferently, "Get out."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Albus heaved a sigh of relief. Even if he wasn't killed by the dragon one day in his nightmare, he would die at the hands of Snape sooner or later.

But this day is destined not to end easily, even though it was midnight and the corridor was very quiet, Albus didn't take a few steps to find that James was sitting with his legs crossed next to Snape's office like a poor stray kitten On the hallway floor, obviously waiting for him, James' hair was still wet and his face was gloomy.

"what's wrong with you?"

James pointed to his closed mouth wearily.

"?" Albus crouched in front of him, reaching out to pinch his face, "Mute?"

Help, me, solution, removal, curse, language!James opened and closed his mouth, hinting wildly.

"You were attacked, dark wizard?!" Albus immediately undid the curse, dragging him back to find Snape.

"No...not." James finally recovered his voice, a little unaccustomed for a moment, "It's Dad."

Albus stopped in his tracks, looking at him incredulously, "That's funny."

"I'm screwed, Dad will throw me out of the house." James said, hugging his brother's arm sadly, "I'm completely screwed."

Albus pushed his head away. "You yelled at Delacour?"

"No, I yelled at Dad, right in front of Walker." James rubbed his still damp hair in distress, and he didn't have much thought to dry it, "It's over, someone kill me. "

"But why? Why did you do this?", Albus finally couldn't stand it anymore, took out his wand and cleaned James' hair well, and it finally returned to a dry and messy look.

James described in detail how evil Walker was, how cute the long-haired dog was, and how Harry tyrannized him, "I can't believe Dad did this, it's terrible..."

Albus's face turned livid, "It's over, he probably will come to talk to me too. But the good thing is, maybe we don't need to endure Veela assistants and all kinds of scandals."

"Seriously? You think 'Miss Slytherin' is better? If you haven't forgotten the diary, it's a horrible blood mean."

"He has a long-haired dog."

"...and a vicious nephew."

"...and a snowy owl."

"...Stop, stop talking."

☆, the sixth

The Slytherin lounge was very quiet, but that didn't mean it was empty. On the contrary, the soft pillows and sofas in the lounge were all occupied. Spread the parchment on the ground and write quickly.

Charles was doing his Potions homework, but he felt a little uncomfortable, as if there were always a few people peeping. He looked up from his homework vigilantly, "What are you looking at furtively?"

Isabel and Erilo looked at each other, then shook their heads in a tacit understanding.

Connor shook his head slightly at Dominic, but was ignored.Charles squinted to observe their eye contact. "Speak."

Dominic finally couldn't hold back any longer. He looked around and didn't pay attention to the other grades, and asked in a low voice, "Charles, you should know that I didn't mean to pry into your privacy..."

"Is that so, I think that's what you mean."

"...Why is your Henry at Mr. Potter's?" It was too late for Connor to cover his mouth, and Dominic had already been overwhelmed by his curiosity.

"You fouled, Brown." Charles sneered and folded the parchment, and left the lounge under the gaze of everyone.

"You're finished, be careful he strangles you in the middle of the night." Isabel giggled.

Dominic spread his hands innocently, "No way, I'm too curious. Besides, I thought Henry could be kept in the dormitory."

Connor sneered, "Keep it in the dormitory? Professor Snape will immediately refine you into a potion, and then label it as Hufflepuff and hang it on the Gryffindor flag."

"It's too vicious." Dominic folded the parchment like Charles did, and left angrily.

Isabel curled her lips, "Wow, what a temper."

Henry lolled on the cushions in front of the fireplace, but the good night was quickly shattered when his new owner in bed suddenly began to toss and turn in his sleep, as if he were having some nightmare.

As a dog without human IQ, what should he do.Henry wagged his tail thoughtlessly, maybe he should sleep on the bed.

Harry is indeed having nightmares, and it's that son of a bitch's final battle again, haunting, don't these disgusting things have any self-knowledge, don't know how disgusting they are.Harry couldn't control his movements and put a lot of Death Eaters all the way, kissed his boyfriend passionately on the ruins of the school-it was really the most romantic thing he had ever experienced in his life-and then had his best friend One by one, we embraced goodbye, and then tragically embraced death.

He really didn't want to go through the next thing again. He followed Voldemort's voice and climbed up a section of the road. The school that was about to be bombed was left far behind, and the cries and wailing inside were gradually heard. gone.

He knew what would happen after that, and Draco would follow and tell him that he had a secret to tell him, and then Voldemort would kill him directly with the Killing Curse, cleanly and without sloppiness, I have to say, the Dark Lord kills people very simply .But, he's 30 years old, and he really doesn't need to recall some tragic experience to become braver and stronger or something shxxt.

There was a sound of bumping footsteps from behind, aha, this is it, this road is indeed a bit difficult to walk, Harry wanted to turn around and rub his feet in his arms immediately in pain.

"father!"

Wait, this direction seems a bit wrong.

Harry turned slowly, and Albus scrambled across a stretch of gravel in his Ravenclaw house robes, his tie lost somewhere.

What are you doing here!Harry cried out silently.

"Dad, I have something to tell you." Albus gasped, his face dirty.

"What's the matter?" Harry felt his mouth opening and closing, but now he just wanted to pick up his son and run away.

"It's so sweet," a gloomy, snake-like voice came from behind him, "Avada Kedavra."

A green light hit Albus's chest, his young face was illuminated by the light of the curse, and his expression was dull for a moment.Then he fell off the cliff with all his strength.

"Sixth, Potter."

Harry snapped his eyes open, sweat dripping all over his body.It was still dark, and there was a little comfort in the presence of a large, furry, warm object beside me.

Harry sat up with his hands on his forehead, and the scar started to hurt again, so was the extremely vicious dream just a trick of Voldemort's lost Horcrux, a triumphant provocation.Hell, there was no way Albus would be the sixth.

"Guardian." Harry called out his stag Patronus, and Henry ran around the bed in fright, barking loudly.

"Oh, shut up—keep it down...Henry!"

After receiving Harry's instructions, the stag jumped out of the glass window to find the person it was looking for, but Henry seemed to be even more manic, barking at the glass window and the door incessantly.

Harry pulled out his wand resignedly, "Stop barking, it's early in the morning, and we might get kicked out of school for it. Do you think I dare not gag you? Damn I really dare not, Draco Will cut me into pieces and make your food—”

Henry ignored him at all, and opened the door like he was on a stimulant, screaming louder and louder.

"Throat lock - no, I can't." Harry's head hurt even more, he shouldn't have promised Draco why Alexandra Walker couldn't take care of Henry.Oh, he remembered, because he performed in front of Draco how to magically wash Henry's luxurious long hair in a second, and he deserved it.

Sure enough, someone knocked on the door, "Harry!" It was Ron.Harry sighed, put on his nightgown and opened the door.

The dark circles under Ron's eyes are very obvious, making his freckles darker, "Harry, do you know what time it is?"

"...I know, I'm sorry"

"Hi, Harry." Neville poked half his head out from behind Ron, with the same dark circles under his eyes.

"Dude, you should put a distraction charm on the gate."

Only then did Harry realize, "This is really a genius idea...Henry! Come back!"

Seeing a gap in the door, Henry wagged his tail even more excitedly. He squeezed Harry away by relying on his size advantage and ran wildly into the corridor.

"Henry!"

Dominic got up early in the morning. He stretched himself and looked at the opposite bed. Sure enough, he was gone. "Where did you go so early?", he muttered, got dressed in a daze, and took Put on your schoolbag and prepare to catch up with homework in the lounge.

Unexpectedly, Charles didn't seem to have any private behavior today. He sat quietly in the single dormitory in front of the fireplace, holding a cup of hot tea in one hand and resting the other on his lap, facing the fireplace, Dom Nick couldn't see his face at all.

"What are you doing?" Dominic pulled a soft pillow, spread out his homework, and leaned comfortably on the soft pillow.

"Have you finished writing your Defense Against the Dark Arts thesis? Forget it, I guess you're going to copy mine..." He talked to himself for a long time, only to realize that the person he communicated with didn't respond to him even once, which was a bit abnormal.

He looked up, "Are you dumb—what the hell are you doing?!"

Charles turned around at some point and looked at him quietly and gloomyly. Under the dim light and shadow, his green eyes looked like the pupils of a cat hunting at night, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He let go of the hand holding the teacup, and the cup was just suspended in the air.Charles tilted his head slightly, and the arc of the corner of his mouth hardly changed, "This is really memorable, don't you think?"

Dominic rolled his eyes, "So you want to play philosopher today?"

Charles was about to say something, but stopped, and looked in the direction of the door displeased. There was a faint barking of a dog outside the corridor.

Dominic's eyes lit up, "Henry?" He quickly ran to open the door of the bedroom, while Charles remained expressionless and motionless.

"Charles! It's really your Henry!" Dominic excitedly hugged Henry who almost jumped in. Merlin's smelly socks really felt good.

Henry pounced on Dominic twice, and wanted to pounce on his little master. He wagged his tail and rushed over, but stopped halfway.

"What's the matter, Charles, it seems that Henry doesn't recognize you anymore." Dominic laughed.

Henry's tail drooped low, and he suddenly let out a low "whoosh" sound. Suddenly, his eyes became fierce, and he rushed towards Charles fiercely.

Dominic was petrified. "Get out of the way, Charles!"

Charles' face didn't change much, he just frowned slightly, and his right hand had already held the wand.

But Henry didn't continue to attack. He stared at the stick on Charles' right hand in fear, barked twice, and quickly fled Slytherin's bedroom.

Dominique stammered, "What's the...how?"

Charles smiled contemptuously, "It's just an animal." He shook his head, stood up gracefully, and was about to go out.

"Today is the weekend, we don't have class... No, are you going to get Henry back?"

"of course."

After confirming that Charles had gone far, Dominic was inexplicably relieved, "It's getting weirder and weirder.

Before it was quiet for a while, someone broke into Slytherin's dormitory again.Dominic growled irritably, "Who?!"

"Good morning, Mr. Brown." Harry smiled, standing by the door.

The most famous Gryffindor actually went to Slytherin's dormitory, the world became more and more incomprehensible, "Oh, Mr. Potter." Dominic immediately stood up obediently.

"Why are you the only one?"

"Because I have to catch up with my homework...Mr. Potter, are you looking for Henry?"

Harry blinked in surprise, "Yes - have you met Henry?"

Dominic carefully avoided Henry's abnormal part, "Henry just ran out, Charles has already gone looking for it."

Harry was relieved, as long as he didn't get lost.

Contrary to what Harry thought, Charles didn't go to get his dog back.With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly down the corridors that were empty on the weekend, this was a rare opportunity, he had enough of crouching in that dark place... soon.

Amber was sitting on the railing beside the corridor with her book in her arms. Alan Field and a few Gryffindor boys looked at her enthusiastically, but she only looked at James who was talking to Albus.

"James, would you like to come to my house for Christmas?"

"No, thank you." James waved his hands perfunctorily, without even looking at her.

Miss Selwyn lowered her head sadly, pushed away Alan's hand that wanted to help her hold the book, and wiped her eyes with a clean white handkerchief.

"Merlin, look at her." Several Gryffindor girls and Beauxbaton's students mingled together, chattering and watching the good show at this end of the corridor.

Isabel passed by with Sterling's arm on her arm, her eyes rolled to the sky, "Look, who is the shame of the Field family, obviously, it's not me."

Sterling raised an eyebrow, "You should spit out the Muggle gum in your mouth before saying this."

"Charles is right, you are old." Isabel blew out a pink bubble.

Sterling withdrew his arm in disgust, "Merlin, it's disgusting, I want Walker to look good."

"Come on, I don't want to visit you in the medical wing."

"..."

When Amber invited the boy she liked a second time, James finally got impatient and said as gently as possible into her amber eyes, "You're my friend, Selwyn."

Albus couldn't bear to look at the sad eyes of the beautiful girl, James really looked like Harry, he could already imagine how scumbag Harry was when he was young.

"James," Allen frowned in front of Amber, "you—"

"Henry?" James was attracted by the things in the garden, "Albus, look!"

He took Albus's hand straight over the low railing, and ran straight for the fluffy wagging tail behind the tree.

"It's really Henry." Albus' eyes sparkled, he knelt down and touched Henry's head, and glanced left and right, "Dad isn't here, is Henry lost?"

Henry stuck out his tongue and licked the palms of the two boys wet, which was his way of showing friendliness.James hugged him happily, "Merlin—you are so heavy."

Albus smiled and went to catch his tail