Soul shaping

Crabbe blushed, and plucked up the courage to taunt loudly, his eyes were full of contempt and unwillingness, "Think about what you did last semester! Don't think that old man Dumbledore praised you and you will go to heaven! I Tell you, no real Slytherin would do that!"

"Oh, that's right. I don't need your identification to see if I'm the real Slytherin. Who do you think you are?" Draco walked towards him step by step, with a frosty face and an imposing manner, forcing Clara to Boo backed away.

Draco walked up to him, stepped on his stomach, bent down and approached him, there was no trace of emotion in his gray pupils: "As long as my surname is Malfoy, you will never allow you to insult my family. Crabbe , don’t let me see you in the future, or I’ll hit you every time I see you.”

Crabbe's face was pale, and he didn't dare to breathe.Draco straightened his back and retracted his feet, pointing to the door of the lounge: "Aren't you going to get out?"

Crabbe gave him a bitter look, dragged his suitcase from under the seat, and strode out.Draco looked at the other students, raised his chin slightly, his gaze was like a knife: "What are you still doing here? Are you waiting to be humiliated by me?"

"……you!"

A few boys left without saying a word, carrying their bags, and a few classmates gave Draco a resentful look, and left with a few harsh words.In the end, only the girl with the destroyed suitcase, Pansy, was still sitting there, glaring at Draco and biting her lower lip.

Draco, without looking at her, beckoned Harry to come in and sit down.

Harry wanted to say that he had found the lounge, but seeing Draco's eyes, he couldn't help but walked in and sat down beside him.

At this time, Pansy suddenly screamed, with extremely vicious eyes: "Draco, you will not end well if you do this! Even Malfoy can't offend us, believe it or not, you will not have good results in the future eat!"

Harry couldn't help frowning when she heard her saying "Do you know who my parents are" and "Malfoy is too deceitful".He looked at Draco, who looked indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

"Have you said enough?" After Pansy yelled at the top of her voice for half an hour, and finally fell silent, Draco squinted at her coldly, with a look of contempt on her face, "You claim to be the real Slytherin, but I didn't I've never seen any Slytherin yelling like that without image."

"What did you say..."

"Let me tell you what a real Slytherin should look like." Draco's eyes flashed coldly, "Be proud of your surname, don't be complacent about your body; Be impetuous and underestimate the enemy; judge the situation and the situation, be wise and protect one's life; put honor and profit as the most important thing, and take love as the least; what you say must be done, and actions must be resolute, don't show joy and anger in color, don't seek happiness and poverty."

He spoke every word in a correct manner, and the simple short sentences were recited by him with great momentum and majesty.Harry seemed to foresee the solemn demeanor he would be the head of the family in the future, and couldn't help being slightly moved.

The girl was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she just sat there sluggishly, wanting to cry.

Draco pulled out his wand lightly, and pointed at her scattered and broken suitcase: "It's back to normal."

The sheepskin rolls blown all over the ground, the textbooks and clothes left everywhere were all put back to their original places, and the suitcase shells that were broken into pieces were also spliced ​​back one by one to return to their original appearance.

"You can choose to go or not to go." Draco stopped looking at her after saying this.

Pansy stayed where she was for a while, stood up tremblingly, pulled the suitcase and sat in the corner of the room, silent.

Draco took out a biography of Salazar with a green cover and written in difficult Old English from his schoolbag, leaned back in his chair and began to read carefully.His heart touched the inner quality of these ancient words, like two polished and smooth ceramic plates rubbing against each other to make a golden sound, and the sunlight embroidered the ups and downs of the starry sky through the weaving eyes of the train curtains.Draco pressed his temples, parted his light blonde hair, and stretched his eyebrows.

"...All living beings in the last days hope to become enlightened. There is no reason to seek enlightenment, but to learn more and increase my views. But you should be diligent and diligent to subdue afflictions, be brave, and never get orders. Greed, hatred, love, arrogance, flattery and jealousy , there is no birth to the environment. Love each other, everything is silent." 1

He turned a page and remained silent.

The author has something to say: 1: It is derived from the "Sutra of Real Enlightenment".

The paragraph Draco said about the real Slytherin was written by myself, it’s very scum_(:з」∠)_I will definitely listen to the class in the future

☆, Qiu Zhang

Harry returned to his original compartment after spending half an hour in Draco's compartment.He fudged Ron's question about why it took him so long to go to the toilet, and joined them all through the Sorting and dinner as if nothing had happened.

Back in the bedroom, Harry was exhausted.He glanced at the newly issued third-grade schedule—a lot of new courses had been added in the third grade. He sorted out the books for the next day, drew the curtains on the bed, and went to sleep.

He opened his schoolbag with one hand and took out the school schedule.The boy walked to the window and looked at the scrawled writing on it by the faint light from the street lamp.

He walked back and forth along the wall, frowning, and the paper in his hand was squeezed into a ball.Staring at the dark and crowded dormitory for a long time, the soothing sound of breathing rises and falls in the ears, a long and continuous sound.He stopped against the wall and took a deep breath.

what do I do?he asked himself.This question has been entangled with him for a long time, and it seems to have been hovering in his brain since the moment his identity was revealed, but sometimes it lays in the dark and takes a nap peacefully, not disturbing him; and sometimes—mostly in silence night, such as now—but like a giant beast, roaring wildly and occupying his mind.

He has been unable to give a clear answer, and can only keep procrastinating, suffering from inner unease and torture, and making some efforts that he himself feels he does not know the so-called.

Until that day, he was defeated in the boy's eyes.Enough, he told himself, is enough.This is the end, you don't have to suffer anymore, you don't have to force yourself to make a decision, because he has already made a choice between you.

Even if you don't kill him, he will kill you.

This is the inevitable result of what you have done in the past.

None of the boy's words made him angry or depressed, but it was his eyes that shattered his last peace, like the last straw on the camel's body, all hope was lost.

But he still hesitated.Still lingering.There was still a sticky feeling of uncleanliness and slickness that even he hated in his heart. He hated this kind of himself, and hated him for making himself like this.

"So what you said is all lies, right?" He said softly, closing his eyes, "Hehe... Who is lying to whom?"

The boy drew a new roll of parchment and a pen from his satchel and stood by the window.He unfolded the crumpled timetable and re-copied it in the dim light.

After putting the written schedule and pen back to their original positions, he opened the bed curtain, stepped over the boy's curled up body, and lay on the other side of him.He tentatively reached out and hugged him gently from behind.

He knew that there was nothing he could do to make him truly feel at ease now.

Harry was woken up by Ron the next day. He hadn't adjusted the biological clock he acquired during the summer vacation, and he was groggy all morning.He put on his clothes in a daze (it was only when Ron reminded him that the sweater was on backwards), and when he brushed his teeth, he lowered his head and seemed to fall into the sink.

When Ron hurried him to the Charms classroom, Professor Flitwick had already stood on the podium and started explaining the Joyful Charm.

"Sorry, Professor," said Ron breathlessly, "overslept."

Professor Flitwick nodded, motioning for them to take their seats.Harry was a little more conscious now, and he followed Ron up the classroom steps.

The Charms Classroom is a large semicircular classroom, with tables and chairs raised up with steps.Although there are many places, since this class is with Ravenclaw, almost all the places are already filled.They couldn't find a seat for the two of them together, so they decided to sit separately.

Ron took a seat next to Lavender, and Harry had to take an out-of-the-way seat very far back.He squeezed in sideways, apologized to the Ravenclaw students for making room for him, and stuffed his schoolbag into a drawer.

"The Joy Charm can lift people's nerves and give people a wonderful feeling mixed with hope, joy, and longing..."

Professor Flitwick's lecture wasn't that boring, but Harry just couldn't help yawning.The subconscious told him that this was wrong, he should listen to the lectures and make himself stronger... As for why he did this, he kind of forgot.

Harry turned his head to look at the Ravenclaw students beside him.It was a fair-skinned girl with a high ponytail and a pair of intellectual glasses, looking gentle and detached.She was seriously taking notes in the textbook, holding a black and gold pen in her white hand and rustling writing.The shadow cast by the body of the pen reflected on her slender arms, filtering out a band of light from dark blue to mint.

Harry stared at it in a daze.Her words are beautiful and transparent, like ancient Bach music echoing in the pale paper.The long wooden table that has been around for a long time, the whispers and ring patterns of generations left on the table, the blank sunlight pouring in from the tall windows, the whispers of insects and the fluttering of feathers... He seems to be in a world forgotten by time, everything is still, leaving only him and tranquility.

He closed his eyes.

"Harry, Harry! Harry, wake up, get out of class is over!" Someone shook his head vigorously, Harry raised his head sleepily, and Ron was standing in front of him anxiously.

"Harry, how late did you sleep last night? Why are you so depressed?"

"I went to bed very early, and fell asleep as soon as I went to bed." Harry packed his schoolbag, and walked out with Ron on his shoulders.He didn't listen to anything in this class, so he could only go back to Hermione for tutoring.

"By the way, where's Hermione?" Harry realized he hadn't seen her all morning.

"Hermione? Who knows where she's gone. Have you seen her schedule, it's weird! She has a lot more classes than us, and some classes overlap! I mean, I know she's great , but she can't be in two classrooms at the same time, right?" Ron shook his head.He suddenly showed a mysterious smile and approached Harry, "Hey, Harry, have you seized the opportunity?"

"Huh? What?" Harry's heart skipped a beat, pretending he didn't know anything.

"Stop pretending, I saw the girl next to you, she is so beautiful! I heard that she is a famous beauty among the girls in Ravenclaw's class. Why, didn't you talk to her?" Ron nodded. His waist, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"No, I fell asleep for a class..." Harry rubbed his head, a little embarrassed.

"Hey, as a brother, I'm really disappointed for you. Is it important to sleep with a girl?" Ron looked resentful, "I'm going to Lavender's contact information, we made an appointment Let's eat together again."

"What, you're so fast?" Harry was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at Ron with admiration.

"That is!"

Ron was proudly bragging about the story between him and Lavender-the two had known each other for less than three hours-someone patted him on the shoulder hard, interrupting his eloquence. Harry was grateful: "Phew, look what I heard, our little Ron is in love?"

"I said, did that girl have any accidents when she was young?"

"Huh?" Ron looked at his two twin brothers suspiciously.

"Otherwise, how could there be such a large area of ​​brain damage?" Fred shook his head with regret.

"Hmph, you guys are jealous!"

"Jealous? What do we have to be jealous?" George shrugged. "We have a lot of business to do, but we don't have the heart to please girls."

"That's right, girls' minds are difficult to understand. Oh, poor little Ron..." They walked away while talking, leaving only Ron gritting his teeth where he was.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

He remembered the delicate words that he saw in the upper right corner of the book the moment he closed the charms book.

Qiu Zhang.

The heart seems to be wrapped in soft spring water, which is crisp and itchy, and it penetrates into the bottom of my heart.

The author has something to say: the cover will probably be changed in the next few days.I drew a cover by myself last night, and I have to make up lessons for Qingming today...

☆, prophecy

The second time he met her was on the Quidditch pitch.

It was an overcast day, and Wood organized a practice session.According to him, this was his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup - his last chance, because he was about to graduate and leave.

They stood on the Quidditch pitch and waited for the Ravenclaws to finish training, Wood and Angelina carefully watching their practice, Fred and George pointing at their brooms.They had already seen Harry's Firebolt, and they were all in awe of it.Kelly proposed to take a ride, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.

"Look, they're still using Comet 260—"

"Hate to tell them we already have Firebolts."

"It's so pathetic."

"Hey, you guys, broomsticks don't decide the outcome of Quidditch! Remember the Slytherin's Nimbus 2001?" Angelina tried to stop them.

"Oh, I can't remember better, Angelina. I remember we beat them?"

"We not only have the Firebolt, but also the best player, Angelina." George blinked.

"I like that." Wood nodded.

"By the way, have you heard that the Slytherin team seems to want to kick that Malfoy kid out?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't do it. You know, they're still using the Nimbus 2001 his dad provided—"

"But it seems that I was beaten back by that kid. It's really relieved."

Harry didn't take part in their discussion.He gazed at the nimble flying figure in the air, her long chestnut hair fluttering like a bird.Her graceful posture of avoiding the Bludger again and again draws interlaced and bright arcs in his vision.

The Ravenclaw team finished training soon, and when they were off the field, Harry felt Cho Chang look over his shoulder at him and smiled.Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"Harry, what are you looking at?" Fred winked at him.

"It's nothing." Harry's face was a little hot.

The training was very successful, and the performance of the Firebolt_Arrow was quite good.Harry caught the Snitch within 1 minute of the start, and even Wood had nothing to say.

After Harry returned to the lounge, he was still thinking about Qiu Zhang's subtle dodges, her flying long hair and her quiet profile... He saw Hermione sitting by the fireplace doing homework, with several books on her desk The huge book almost covered her face.

"Hey, Hermione. Didn't see you this morning." Harry sat down beside her.Hermione glanced at him hurriedly from among the books, nodded casually, and continued to work on her paper with her head down.

Harry picked up a timetable from her desk, and sure enough, he saw the strange thing Ron said.

"Hermione, I can't believe it, this..."

"What's wrong?" Hermione raised her head petulantly, knocking over a bottle of ink with too much movement, and it took her some time to clean the ink bottle and repair the soaked book.When she opened a screaming book even more fidgety, Harry wisely kept his mouth shut from asking her how she managed to have three classes at the same time.

The divination class in the afternoon is on a tall tower surrounded by black spiral staircases.This was the strangest classroom Harry had ever seen. First of all, it had no door, only a ceiling with a sign that read "Sybil Trelawney, Divination Teacher".Secondly, the interior structure of this classroom is also very informal. It is more like a combination of a small old-fashioned teahouse, coffee shop and loft than a classroom. Feathers, withered candle stubs, battered playing cards, countless silver spinning crystal balls and a large pile of European tea sets.

There were at least twenty small wooden round tables, with Indian calico armchairs and bulging cushions beside them.The scarlet curtains were drawn tightly, and everything was illuminated with scarlet light—the little lamp on the table was covered with a scarlet cloth.

When Professor Trelawney approached, Harry's first impression was of a glowing ball of light.When he looked at her carefully, Harry found that she was actually very thin, wearing a shimmering shawl that was as transparent and thin as a cicada's wings, and countless beads and silver chains hung from her long neck.Her large glasses magnify her eyes several times, giving her an eerie sense of mystery.

They sat down at the table, Harry, Ron, and Lavender taking an inconspicuous spot.Ron had obviously gotten into a heated fight with Lavender, which made Harry, who was sitting across from them, very uncomfortable.Hermione still hadn't come to class with them, and he wasn't quite sure if she already knew about it.

"Welcome everyone. It's a pleasure to see you in the tangible world." Professor Trelawney sat down on a high chair, the stove beside him steamed with sultry and sweet smoke, and the fire shone brightly, "I am Professor Trelawney You may seldom see me. Because I found that too much worldly dust will pollute my third eye."

No one commented on her unusual statement.Lavender was clearly taken aback, staring at her blankly.

Professor Trelawney suddenly looked at Neville: "Honey, how is your grandma?"

Neville was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "I think...it should be fine."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." Professor Trelawney said softly, and Neville's body trembled. "This year we learn all kinds of basic divination methods. We use them in the first semester." On reading tea leaves. We'll be learning palmistry next term. By the way, dear."

She suddenly said to Lavender: "Be careful of a red-haired man."

Lavender was shocked, gave Ron a frightened look, and pulled the chair back a little.Harry almost laughed out loud.

They took teacups from the rack and one after the other walked up to Professor Trelawney to pour them.Harry drank the tea down to the leaves, shook the leaves three times with his left hand, then turned the cup over and put it on the cup holder.When the last drop of tea was gone, he and Ron exchanged teacups, and opened the divination textbook "Seeing the Future Through the Fog".

"Okay, what did you see in my teacup?" Ron asked absently.He secretly glanced sideways at Lavender, the girl was staring at her teacup sullenly.

"I saw a pile of soaked brown things." Harry yawned, the strong smell of burning spices in the stuffy classroom made him want to sleep.

Professor Trelawney walked into the back room to check the burning status of the stove. She waved her arms exaggeratedly to push away the smoke, and walked forward enduring the billowing heat.Professor Trelaw took a poker stick from a hook in the wall, and thrust it into the furnace to stir the glowing coals.

Even with the glasses on, my eyes were still smudged to tears.Professor Trelawney took off her glasses and wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Suddenly she saw a boy sitting in billowing smoke, his silent black pupils looking at her.They were not far away, but she felt as if the sky was far away, as if he was just an illusory reflection, no matter how close he was, he couldn't get closer.

Professor Trelawney was about to say something, when the boy suddenly spoke, his voice was low, with a feeling of depression: "Is it Ms. Sybill Trelawney?"

"Yes, who are you? When did you come in? Students are not allowed to come in and out casually..." Professor Trelawney asked loudly, suppressing the confusion in his heart.The beeping of logs and coals in the stove and the flickering of flames masked the fear in her voice.

"I heard that you have Celestial Eye..."

"That's natural. I was blessed by heaven, and I was given the Celestial Eye that can see the future and share the pain of the world..." Professor Trelawney stroked her shawl pretending to be mysterious.

"Then can you show me my fate?" the boy said softly.

"...The Celestial Eye will not be opened just because of a small request!" Professor Trelawney was dissatisfied.

But the boy seemed to have not heard her, and stretched out his right hand to her: "Is palmistry okay?"

Professor Trelawney wanted to refuse, but her body involuntarily walked towards him, holding that cold hand.

The palm is slender and white, and the slender lines unfold along the destined trajectory, clear and beautiful.Professor Trelawney frowned for a while, cleared his throat, and said slowly in an ethereal and mysterious voice: "Life span and love extend together... Career will change midway... You will get what you want , will go further...but that will be a long time later. You will soon suffer setbacks." She suddenly lowered her voice and stared at the boy with horror.

The boy's expression remained unchanged, unaffected by her words.He looked at her lightly, raised his eyebrows slightly: "That's all?"

Professor Trelawney nodded seriously, but her heart was beating.She felt that the boy of unknown origin did not believe her words.

"Then I'll ask. What twists and turns will I suffer?" The boy narrowed his eyes, and the dark eyes came out from the gap, as sharp as a knife.

"This... the secret of heaven is unpredictable!"

"Which twist is it? You can always tell me about it?" The boy asked persistently.

"Yes... it's the love line! There will be ups and downs in your love!" Professor Trelawney managed to choke out a sentence, she coughed again, calmed down, and resumed her pretentious tone, "Recently you Your love will not be smooth sailing, your lover will become more illusory and unpredictable, and your love path will encounter the collision of the third star..."

The author has something to say: Although it seems that the previous cover is a bit more refreshing, but my style of painting is so fancy_(:з」∠)_ I used PS for an hour of typesetting, just wait and see

☆, look forward to

The playfulness on the boy's face became more and more intense. He put his hands on his face, and looked at her indifferently as she directed and acted.This made Professor Trelawney very uncomfortable.

"If you are at this level..."

Professor Trelawney stopped suddenly.She rolled her eyes, her voice was hoarse and ugly, and she wrung her hands tightly: "...another existence is approaching. It is an unknown, evenly matched existence, and the danger is approaching..."

The boy realized something, his body froze, and he stared at her.

"Five people...will eventually become one. Two people...only one will survive."

His mind exploded with a bang, and fragments of fragments poured in, like a sharp knife point piercing his chest, unstoppable.My young self was running on the streets of London, his hand covered by the tattered gown stretched out to the sky.He quietly stared at the light leaking from between his fingers, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his gaze changed from silent to slowly boiling, as if it was about to burn the whole world.

"I'm different. I'm different from you. I've been tired of it for a long time. I'm tired of staying with you... Only here is suitable for me, and this is my field..." The more he said, the more excited he was, With a trembling voice and red eyes flashing, "I will let you know... I will occupy this world and make you regret it forever!"

"Wait a minute, please wait a moment!" A voice crashed into his world, shattering all the swelling pain, all the repressed madness, all the silent melancholy, and he was caught off guard.

He looked up, and a boy fell from the sky.He stretched out his hands and hugged him so hard that it almost crushed him.He felt as if he was being destroyed in this embrace, taking his darkness and pain with him to ashes.

"Please don't leave this world, don't leave me.

"Because I won't abandon you either.

"I'll protect you. I won't leave you alone."

It was as if a gun had been shot in his heart, and he was stunned in place, too stunned to speak.

"Who are you?" he asked blankly.

The boy opened his mouth, as if to answer this question, but his voice became softer and softer, his body quickly weathered and dissipated like a weathered stone statue, and retreated like an old black and white silent film... He finally turned into a cloud of dust , blowing away in the wind.

He stood alone in the crowded Diagon Alley, and the crowd came and went like duckweed.He pressed his hand on the heart, where a piece was broken, and the lonely and sad sound of the violin flowed out.

Professor Trelawney trembled all over, his eyes rolled back and he regained his composure.

"My God, why did you fall asleep!" She rubbed her head.The surrounding area was still surrounded by white mist, the heat was steaming, and the flames engulfed the wood and made a scorching sound.

The boy has disappeared, as if it was just a meeting in a dream.

"Can you believe it, she is going to break up with me because of an old liar!"

"She's not an old liar, she's our teacher."

"Just because of one sentence! One sentence 'Beware of men with red hair'!"

Ron whined angrily about Lavender breaking up with him, and it didn't stop until they came to the cafeteria.

"It means... well, she's not serious about you," Harry concluded.

"Girls' minds are really hard to understand." Ron took a mouthful of pumpkin pie sullenly, and he suddenly turned around and waved in one direction, "Hey, Hermione!"

Harry looked in the direction of his gaze just in time to see Hermione walking out of the dining room with her large schoolbag on her back.She didn't seem to see either of them, or hear Ron calling.

"That's weird, what's the matter with her?" Ron wondered. "She hasn't been to class with us for a long time."

In the evening, Harry received a letter from Sirius.Using the pseudonym "Cold", he told Harry that he was safe and told Harry and his friend Ron to be careful about Scabbers (oh, he didn't know Scabbers had escaped yet, Harry thought).He also offered to speak to Harry on the night they went to Hogsmeade.

"Harry, if you're not in a relationship," Sirius wrote at the end of the letter, "stay away from Riddle."

Harry's heart skipped a beat.The sudden mention of this name caught him off guard, as if he had plucked a deliberately hidden string, stirring up palpitating ripples in the air.

Harry realized that he seemed to miss him a little bit. He shook his hair and read the letter several times, but he still didn't quite understand the meaning of Sirius' words.

He put away the letter paper irritably, took out the class schedule and wanted to see tomorrow's class, but suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be the one he copied earlier.

The beautiful and timeless smooth handwriting can be recognized at a glance, without too much identification.

The days of writing his thoughts in the old diary seemed to have passed for a long time, and Harry felt a little dazed when he recalled it.

At that time, he was full of anticipation and longing, full of joy thinking that he had made a good friend, a good friend who was different from others.He is both strong and vulnerable, cold and gentle, such a strong contrast makes him more and more addicted to the moment of talking with him, fascinated.

Harry lowered his head and wiped his red eyes with the back of his hand.Crazy thoughts suddenly surged in my heart, as well as an equally heavy hatred.

Restraining that he didn't have a schedule to throw away, he stuffed it back into his schoolbag, then found an empty classroom with the spell textbook, and began to learn the joy spell by himself.

Only when you get busy can you temporarily forget something.

Harry's recent academic performance has surprised everyone.His level of concentration in class was no less than that of Hermione, who was the first in grade. Although he did not actively answer class questions like the latter, his class performance and homework completion were second only to her, which made him feel incredible.

"Brother, how did you master the Flying Curse so quickly?" Ron asked Harry casually during a chess game in the waiting room.

"Pay more attention to the tone and rhythm of the spell, as well as the range and strength of the wand. Well, when you start chanting a spell, a magic force field has already formed around you. All you need to do is to move this The force field guides you to the direction you need. Chanting mantras and swinging staffs are both ways of guiding, but I heard that we will learn silent mantras in the future, so it seems that the factor of mantra chanting is not necessary..."

"Okay, okay, let's play chess, it's your turn." Ron said that he didn't understand anything.Without further ado, Harry moved a black pawn, which captured one of Ron's horses.

He knew that he did not comprehend this knowledge by himself, but someone patiently taught him hand in hand in a quiet night, passing on his lifelong research to him.

He didn't understand it then.And now, he dare not say that he has fully understood.Only at this moment did he realize how big the gap between himself and him was.

Harry lost another round handily, and fulfilled his bet by letting Ron ride his Firebolt.Harry grinned as he watched Ron soaring through the sky with joy, trying to challenge various difficult moves but almost falling off the broom.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone approaching slowly, so he turned his head.

Qiu Zhang was walking towards him step by step.Today, she let her long hair down and hung down to her waist. She was wearing a black dress and black and white striped knee socks, which was particularly moving under the strong light of the setting sun.

Harry held his breath involuntarily.

"Harry." This was the first time he heard her speak, and it was even more wonderful than he imagined, "I don't know about the next Hogsmeade, do you have time?"

"I have time... of course." Harry was too nervous to speak.

"We can go together." She smiled at him.He couldn't help wishing that time would stop at this moment.

"I really want to, Qiu, I am very willing. But my uncle won't sign for me, so I can't go to Hogsmeade." At this moment, Harry began to hate himself for getting into trouble during the summer vacation. He looked at Qiu anxiously, Afraid that she thought he was just making an excuse to perfunctory her.

"It's okay, I know how to get out." Qiu blinked, "See you next weekend."

Cho had been away for a long time, but Harry still stood there blankly, motionless.

"Harry, the Firebolt is really amazing! I envy you, we Gryffindor will definitely win the Quidditch Cup this time!" Ron landed on the ground reluctantly after flying for two hours. Holding the Firebolt, he walked towards him happily, "Harry? What are you looking at?"

"……nothing."

Harry thought it was the happiest day of his life.

The author has something to say: ah, I saw a great Vauha text, but I dare not read it for fear that it will be affected... I think that after writing this Vhava, I may never write Vauha again, the original work Xiang is too difficult to write, the emotional thinking of the two people is difficult to deal with, I am always afraid of ooc, but I guess it is already very ooc... In fact, my level is too bad

Before, some friends wanted me to write about Deha... I will start a new pit after writing this

By the way, do you eat Dech?

☆, strike again

But at night, he realized that he had drawn this conclusion too early.

After returning to the dormitory and washing up, he changed into pajamas and packed the books for the next day into his schoolbag.The lights were quickly turned off, and the whole room fell into a dark and sleeping silence.

Harry turned on the desk lamp, intending to review what he just taught today, but he felt the mattress sinking downwards. A boy sat on his straight calf through the quilt, bent his knees, and looked at him quietly .

He lowered his eyes, with a low-browed, well-behaved look. If he didn't know his true face, Harry would definitely be deceived by him.

Harry hadn't seen Riddle for a long time, so he couldn't help being surprised and wary at this moment.

"you……"

"Harry, don't go to Hogsmeade with Cho."