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I was a little dazed, and didn't answer Draco's question right away. He obviously took my silence as a kind of acquiescence, and his face became even more ugly in an instant, as if he could wring out a basin of water.I was stunned because I realized that he seemed to grow a little taller during the period when we were not talking. Boys at this age are like saplings that have been sprinkled with growth potion, trying to grow up to the ceiling with all their strength-this It's a wonderful feeling. As time goes by, when I stare at his eyes, my gaze is gradually getting higher, and I can gradually feel a little pressure to retreat.

He made a loud noise when he roughly opened the library chair, which was particularly harsh in the empty library. Mrs. Pince should have gone somewhere else at the moment, otherwise she would definitely have heard the sound and came to the library. We drive away.

Of course I got him a birthday present, and it's sitting at the bottom of my schoolbag right now, and I've been thinking for a while in the morning about how I could use a Levitation Charm to throw the gift into his schoolbag or pocket without him noticing, so that even if he doesn't want to It's time to throw it away when I can't see it.But Parkinson's been sticking to him like a sticky plaster these days, and I haven't been able to find the timing.

"Why should I get you a gift?" I don't know why I said the exact opposite, and my voice was a little thinner than usual, "Why should I get a birthday present for someone who never talks to me again? My pocket money Not much money."

Draco crossed his legs: "I'm talking to you now, I want my birthday present."

I stood there and stared at him for a while, but couldn't find anything to refute his words, so I took off the schoolbag on my shoulder and took out a small off-white cardboard box and handed it to him.

"You——bought me a present?" He didn't take it right away. "Then why didn't you give it to me sooner? You don't plan to give it to me until I come to talk to you?"

"No." I was very happy to see him start to open the outer box immediately, so I sat down on the chair next to him and answered him honestly, "If you don't come to me, I will pack it on the train back at the latest." Put it in your bag."

"Is this...a glass ball? A memory ball? Do you think I'll be like Longbottom—do you think I'll lose things too?" He looked at the transparent ball in his palm with obvious disappointment in his tone.

I shook my head, stretched out my hands to cover the little glass ball, and took a few seconds later to take my hands away.

"It's, uh, a constellation ball." I watched the stars emerge from the ball, slowly rising and falling in a cloud of dark blue gas, glowing golden yellow, similar to the constellations I saw in astronomy class. , "The advertisement says, hold it with your hand and say a constellation silently in your heart, and it will show up—look, Draco [Note: Draco literally translates as Chinese Dragon Constellation], and there is a line of small characters below to remind the name."

I looked at Draco with some unease. I used to think that giving gifts should be used by the other party, so those fancy and delicate decorations on the advertising bills have never been in my consideration (they are often better than portable medicine storage. Pots or crucible spoons are expensive).

"It's not completely useless." I tried to struggle, "Astronomy class homework can be used as a reference, of course it is advertised that the accuracy is limited and not recommended for academic use... I really can't think of what to give you , I wanted to ask you, but you didn't talk to me. Uh, you still don't like it, then next time I'll—"

"Like it," he muttered. "I thought..."

"For what?" I laughed. "Think I'm giving away another potions book? No, I know you don't like those books."

"I've never disliked your presents," he said suddenly, "although they are boring—arguably the most boring."

The light emitted by the constellation ball is almost negligible under the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, and it can't reach the effect of "creating a starry sky" written in the Hogsmeade leaflet.Like all previous quarrels, we walked out of the library to selectively forget what happened before.

Everyone headed to the auditorium at the stroke of the hour to eat the last piece of pumpkin pie, chocolate pudding or a bowl of sighingly soft beef stew for the school year, and everyone except the seventh grade knew it by heart Ming Ming will take the Hogwarts Express back after the summer vacation, but the meal is always accompanied by an inexplicable sense of ritual when waving the knife and fork, it seems that when all the plates are clean and new, I suddenly get closer to adults step.

I know what many people are eager to see when they pick up this book. Perhaps compared to the memories of this year that are as calm and trivial as a pebble at the bottom of a lake, it is not exciting and not of interest to you. About that prophecy and part of the truth.But this is the golden age that I miss the most in my life, and when Hermione suggested that I write a memoir, I hardly thought about where this long story should begin.

I thought I would suffer from the memory, and Hermione suggested I borrow the Pensieve.But what's amazing is that today when I pick up the quill and force myself to go back to that time, when we were all ignorant of everything that was coming, we were enjoying the sunshine and wanton, and forced ourselves to immerse ourselves in the tone of the year I often laugh as I recount these events, and my inexplicable smile frightens my youngest son, who thinks I've accidentally ingested some potion he's concocted.

When I wrote this, I almost had an urge to stop here, as if as long as I broke the quill and smashed all the ink bottles in the house, at least I and everyone around me in these rolls of parchment would be Being able to stay in that year forever, you don't need to be forced to say goodbye to anyone unexpectedly or heartbreakingly.But my husband convinced me that he has always had this ability, just like convincing me to marry him back then, I decided to continue writing this memoir, although I don’t know if the publishing house has the patience, they have changed I sent three owls to express my dissatisfaction with my procrastination, but to be honest, writing things is much more troublesome than making potions.

I sincerely hope that by the time the next book is finished, my youngest daughter will no longer have a cold so often, Merlin's beard, she really hates the cold tea her grandfather made her, and can't wait to use every joint of her body to express her dissatisfaction with the bad smell Dissatisfied, her struggle broke my favorite quill.

So let's stop here for now, see you later.

Goodbye Goblet of Fire Volume [-]

Thank you Luna Longbottom for sending me a headache post, looking back on the past is more tiring than I imagined, but the multicolored salamander that came with your package was secretly used by my youngest son to make his new invention, I Didn't get to experience their, um, magic - I'm sorry, dear.

Thanks to Fred Weasley and George Weasley for the "Faithfully Recorded" shorthand quills, without their generosity I think the book would have to be delayed until next Christmas, although I The manuscript was burned because they sent miniature magical fireworks to my two naughty sons as Christmas presents.I think this pen is very good, but it is too faithful, I have to transcribe it to remove those habitual particles.

Dedicated to Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Pomona Sprout, and others who wrote at least five letters to me requesting that they appear on the frontispiece Horace Slughorn, thank you for reminding me that I have mentioned my father in the preface of a previous book, Professor Slughorn.