[hp] Pride and Prejudice

A very boring fifth grader.

The outside world's doubts and wild guesses about him, the psychological scars mentioned repeatedly, the distrustful eyes of his classmates... these things that were expected, he was simply overwhelmed.

Cedric's blue, white and gray face was often remembered in his dreams.

Harry couldn't be more irritated than he was, like a rambunctious lion with nowhere to vent his anger.

"...Harry Potter is a little lunatic who was led by Dumbledore. Together with the old lunatic, he made a terrifying conspiracy and bought another warrior with money..."

What about your mother?

Hermione and Ron carefully controlled in front of him, but the two were also annoyed by many things.Oh, by the way, Ron will definitely not take this matter to heart, he is a prefect.

He is happy now.

Holding back his temper, Harry tore off a page irritably.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Hermione asked deliberately.

He shook his head and pulled out an ugly smile: "It's nothing, just congratulations to Ron for becoming a prefect, isn't this a very good thing?"

Harry laughed dryly twice.

Hermione snorted suspiciously, but finally said nothing.

And Ron was receiving a group of people's flattery and congratulations around the crowd. He was terribly annoyed, and went downstairs with a large roll of sheepskin homework. Sirius and some other people were sitting in the living room.

Hideaway is also downstairs.

Harry sat next to his godfather, but he was depressed and unable to talk about it.

He touched the pure white feathers of the owl subconsciously, ate the sweet and greasy food, and suddenly thought of his neglected girlfriend——when he came to this house, he had forgotten her all the time.

"I wasn't a prefect before," Sirius pretended to be casual, "Back then Lupine was..."

"I haven't written to Ola all this time," Harry interrupted intentionally.

He paused: "And I asked her to look at Ron and Hermione for me before, but she didn't see it, and I haven't replied now. Will she be angry?"

——He really didn't pay attention to Olado at this time.

The look in Sirius' eyes ranged from lamentation to sympathy.Finally, he leaned forward and back with a smile: "Why don't you just break up?"

Harry's heart was indeed a little flustered.

He thought, these days, Voldemort has occupied too much of his mind, and he is also burdened with the guilt of almost killing someone, so he has no time to do other things at all. This young lady should be able to...understand, right?

In the end, he listened to the godfather and gave her a brooch.

Ola did not reply.

Harry thought about it, probably she was not angry, she has a straight temper, if she is dissatisfied, she will come directly to scold others.

His only two friends both went to the prefect's box, so they had to go to the box where Neville was, but this box was not so satisfactory. Luna laughed, Ginny was silent, and Neville even crushed a box that looked like The rotten internal organs of rice bud rice treasure make the whole box full of stinky juice.

Harry cast several cleansing spells, and said calmly, "I'll go out for a while."

I'm so annoying.

It didn't go well at the beginning of school.

He endured his temper and walked to the snack cart. There was a girl standing there earlier than him. Her silver hair fell to her waist, her gray-blue eyes were moving, and her pale red lips seemed to have been wiped with a smile. layer of honey.

"I want to eat……"

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

Ola turned her face angrily, "I don't eat sweets."

The expression on her face didn't seem fake, but there was no other aspect of sadness.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, she should have said it earlier, she is a forgetful and soft-hearted person, no matter how angry she is, she will forget it as soon as time passes.

I couldn't help feeling disappointed in my heart, and sure enough, Ola didn't take him so seriously.

He asked casually: "...you must be with them, Malfoy must not be, because he is a prefect."

"No, and I'm not a prefect," Ola said. "I sat with Cho and Seid. I wasn't with them, and I probably won't be."

"why?"

But then, she said the unforgettable words: "Because of you."

Because she trusts him, Ola doesn't trust newspapers and doesn't go to her former friends.

Oh, what a joy it is to be in love.

She is so cute.

In fact, he also thinks so, love should bring people happiness, otherwise it should not start.Fortunately, Ola is a very interesting girl.

When it was snowing heavily, the two wore invisibility cloaks and went to the Forbidden Forest to wreak havoc—

step on the snow.

"I'm so pissed off!" Ola stepped on hard, "That old hag always turns to me and Pansy, she's so annoying, I didn't talk to Pansy in one class, she's so annoying, ahhhhhh -"

Harry stayed next to her, also stepping on the thick snow with boredom, and the white snow collapsed.

"It annoys me to mention that woman." He frowned.

Aura stopped, "And Millicent, she is also very annoying, every time she talks about me in front of others... What's wrong with this world?"

"I'm sick," he said lightly, gritting his teeth with every word. "This world is sick. Hurry up and destroy it. Then you will know who is saving this world!"

"Anyway, it's not the fat guy in the navy blue uniform." Aura answered.

That was their nickname for Secretary Fudge.

The two of them paused for a moment, and then stepped on the snow with the same hatred. The snow was heavily stepped on the soles of their feet, which was much different from the whiteness of the surrounding snow, and there were many shoe prints that were not white.

Harry was stuffed in the invisibility cloak, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead before he stopped: "Are you still subscribing to the Daily Prophet?"

"No more." Ora put on the invisibility cloak, longing for some air, "but I know Fudge has gained thirteen pounds."

"You still order," he said meanly, "otherwise how do you know that he has gained thirteen pounds? You are not a ladybug under his bed."

Ola rolled her eyes: "That's because I subscribe to "Witch Weekly", okay?"

Harry snorted in satisfaction, "Sure enough, Fudge is a coward who is afraid of death. He is worried that Voldemort will be resurrected and he will never be able to eat again."

"From your description, he looks like a wild turkey slaughtered by his master before Christmas." Ola couldn't help laughing.

She stood there laughing for a while, and Harry felt inexplicably better.The invisibility cloak is separated by a layer of silk-like cloth, but there are mountains covered with snow, and trees in the forbidden forest stand tall.

Wide and beautiful.

"Hey," Ola said suddenly, "I have a wish."

Harry asked, "What wish?"

"I want..." Her voice was soft, "I want to experience what it's like to be a man."

He turned his head in surprise.

"Oh," Harry drawled, "so, you want to offer to kiss me once?"

"No." Ola interrupted, and then she smiled again. "Can you grant me this wish?"

He nodded hesitantly.

Aura leaned close to his ear, her tone warm: "Then you can call me daddy, so that I can satisfy one regret."

Unsurprisingly, Harry turned his head. He smiled at the approaching face, and then nodded her lips.The temperature in the private space of the two of them rose instantly, and in the end they had to blush and crawl out of the invisibility cloak.

"What did you say your wish was?"

"Call me Dad."

"Eh."

Ola grabbed a ball of snow and became angry from embarrassment: "You are so annoying!"

All in all, since the fifth grade, he really slowly fell in love with her.

When Harry had a green scarf around his neck, the boys in the dormitory let out a coax involuntarily, and Ron chuckled under the quilt.

"Wow," said Seamus, "why are you wearing a green scarf?"

Ron smirked, "Although their school uniforms are red, you can wear green ones if you want, right?"

"Shouldn't be able to put it on," Neville said.

Ron touched his chin, "Who knows he hasn't tried it?"

"Shut up." He kicked his leg, pretending to kick the bed.

Ron howled in feigned fear, stuck his ginger-red head under the quilt, and arched his buttocks high.Neville didn't speak anymore, but there was still a knowing smile on his face - he was in DA after all.

People who don't know the inside story are at a loss.

"Let's talk about it," Dean did not give up, "You have a situation."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and folded the scarf with his back to them, leaving only a lonely back, neither admitting nor denying it.

Ron continued to laugh: "It's nothing, he just likes green, so he specially asked for a scarf. Because green suits his eyes, and green looks good, doesn't it, Harry?"

"What is it?" Seamus couldn't understand.

"I like red," he sat up, flushed from overheating. "But there's no denying that green is pretty good too."

"I like blue." Neville lay on the bed dreamily.

Dean muttered, "That's good, I didn't know that you all like messy colors all of a sudden, shouldn't you all like pretty girls?"

"Cho Chang is good," Seamus said quickly, "but she has a boyfriend, and it's still Cedric, which is a pity."

Ron held his chin: "Fleur is beautiful, but it's a pity it's from another school."

"Well, Veela," a smirk appeared on Dean's face, "Can Veela be the same? Doesn't it mean that Veela's body is made for men..."

There was a low cry from the Gryffindor dormitory collectively.

"But, but this is a legend." Ron buried his head under the quilt shyly.

Harry also stared elsewhere unnaturally.

Not long after, Ron climbed onto his bed and asked secretly, "Have you tried it?"

"Ah," he said hesitantly with a blushing face, "girls don't like this kind of thing."

Ora, at least, finds it annoying.

Kissing her makes her annoyed.

"...There are so many girls in Hogwarts," said Seamus. "Try it, have a few romances, Hufflepuff's Pork in the sixth grade talked a lot, maybe you can try with her .”

Dean rubbed his chin, "I think she looks average, if you want to find a beautiful one, like Ravenclaw—"

"Cho Zhang is indeed very good." Neville added under cover of Yu Zhang.

"The breasts are so small, actually." Seamus said, "Gryffindor fourth-year girls are pretty good, and a few Slytherins are also pretty good." He sat up suddenly, "Senior Gemma is mine. Meng, the girls in Slytherin are all cold and quiet, but they all look pretty good, like that Ola—"

Neville took a careful look at Harry, who suddenly scowled.

"—the skin is also white, so it looks very tender, and it should feel good and soft to the touch." He continued to know nothing, "Usually proud, smiling sweetly when looking at her brother, this kind of indifference to others But it's especially good for people you like, Merlin—"

His bedside table was suddenly kicked loudly.

"Shut up." Harry looked down irritablely and indifferently, "I tell you to shut up."

Simo was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Ron hurriedly said: "Change the subject, don't talk about Slytherin, he sounds uncomfortable."

"That's right, Slytherin is not the only house," Dean said. "Actually, Ginny is pretty good. The longer she grows, the better she gets."

This time it was Ron who was irritable: "Shut up!"

Harry glared at Seamus with extremely unkind eyes. He lay on the bed in a rage, and the silver-green scarf with the scent of orange blossom got into the bottom of his nose. He turned around, but the smell was still pervasive.

White, tender and soft.

Grass.

He got up irritably and stuffed the scarf into the cabinet.

Why are men's desire/desire so much stronger than women's?

Girls' boobs are really soft.

Harry's ears were hot, and he climbed from the cellar to the eighth floor with the invisibility cloak on. Under the closed cloth, he was almost stuffed like a delicious stewed shrimp in the kitchen.

He couldn't bear to think of what Seamus said, but he couldn't bear to feel the blasphemy and expectation in his heart.

It's okay to be hunted down by her brother.

It's too late anyway.

Maybe he's really bad at hiding, or Gryffindor's love is too straightforward, there are already many clues to discover this young romance.Besides, there are so many gossip-loving little badgers on DA, so it's normal not to be able to control their mouths.

It was suddenly blocked by Ron.

Hermione snapped her fingers, "Don't look, let's have breakfast."

Harry looked back resentfully: "You know—"

"You don't spend much time together," Hermione lowered her voice, "but can't you be so obvious? Do you want the whole school to know?"

Ron: "And you eat fast, we're going to herbal medicine class."

Harry groaned.

Anyway, he thought, he just refused to admit it, Ola was just a girl who was admired by a teenager boy.Anyway, other people's gossip and wanton speculation did not miss him.It can be said that half of Harry's Hogwarts career was unwarranted slander.

It's just that this year is extra big.

Harry and they walked up the stairs with their books in their arms, while the Slytherin students walked down with their brooms. Ola was holding Nimbus's latest broom, and was talking to Pansy with raised eyebrows.

Seeing him, she smiled brightly, and turned around to talk to Zabini.

Harry barely looked back, he walked through the long corridor, only to see that figure disappeared, and a silver-haired young man who was much taller than him was staring at him fiercely.

"Don't think too much." He almost gritted his teeth and spit out a few words.

But it already exists.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

Fifth grade was really annoying, Umbridge made him write blood-sucking quills twice, his scars hurt again, and dreamed of Mr. Weasley fainting in Mysteries, and he was the one who wanted to Kill his snake.

A huge sense of guilt fell on him again, it was as heavy as a hill, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

This feeling is suffocating, like being pressed against your face by a pillow in your sleep.He was unable to breathe due to the guilt surging in his heart, and the starry sky outside the window was like a cloud that would never see light.

Harry can't confide in anyone, because this is the responsibility of a savior.

Everyone was the same, looking at him cautiously, afraid that he would be a little more psychologically burdened and unhappy.Harry was a little tired of this feeling, and everyone was eager to protect him. Could it be that he was a porcelain doll?

Or are these people going to deal with Voldemort?

Funny, Voldemort was running around outside and they were hoping the savior was a kid who didn't know anything.

When Harry returned to Grimmauld Place, the staff at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix thought he was still young and wanted to reject him on this matter, but how could this be possible?

Ola brought him a bottle of wine.

Well, this medical brandy is a disaster, but it's nice to let off steam.

"This closet is full of vixen," Harry told her as the two cleaned. "Mrs. Weasley cleaned a lot, and there's a box of popsicles dead under the sofa."

"Grimmauld Place is almost like the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts," Ola complained.

Harry wanted to laugh a little: "Really?"

"I also want to catch a Humeizi." She rolled her eyes around, "I can throw it in my house so that Humeizi and the fairy can fight. Oh, maybe the two dwarves can be featured in the newspaper because of their ugliness."

Harry imitated the fight between two ugly dwarves, punching each other, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Ola stared at the gray window, "How many cleaning spells have I used, but why is it still gray, can't this window be cleaned?"

"Let's go." He said with a smile. "It's all gray."

He took her soft hand and walked all the way to the window. His two warm palms were dangling in the air, and the two young and lively hearts were tightly connected together.

"I don't think even the animals would like to be here," Ola said in a complaining tone. "It's all dust and there's nothing to eat. The Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts is much better than here."

Harry's smile disappeared immediately, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and he let out a cold oh.

She glanced at him quickly, "Of course, I like staying here, because you are here."

Ola smiled sweetly.

Harry lowered his eyes, thinking, this kind of girl is really nice, even if it is a little cold outside, but she is only sweet to you.He held her hand tightly, and deliberately approached her ear tip: "Quick, I'm angry, please coax me."

Aura slapped him on the shoulder shyly, "Shut up if you're angry, don't wait for me to be angry too."

"I'm really mad," he said, pointing his chin on her shoulder, admiring the shivering from the heat on her neck. "Hurry up, or I will lose my temper and show you."

Ola was so entangled by him that she lost her bottom line.

She thought for a while, hugged his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said with a cat-like trill: "Well, Harry, I like you the most, don't be angry."

Harry's heart softened, and he reached out and rubbed her head.

"Stop rubbing me," she raised her irritated eyes. "You always rub my head. I don't hate being rubbed as much as Pansy. You just touch me like an animal."

Harry suppressed a smile: "It feels good to touch Crookshanks."

She rolled her eyelids.

The two continued to chat, talking about other things. Harry told her a lot about his childhood, but he didn't expect her to feel the same way, after all, she didn't understand this feeling.

Even Ola couldn't understand a lot of Muggle words.

She is a little princess.

But Ola knew how to feel sorry for him.

The two were talking sweetly, Ola pestered him to ask questions, and he curled her hair with his fingers to answer.Both of them liked the feeling of light affection wandering around, and they sometimes laughed a little while talking.

"Why is there an ear under the door?" she asked.

Harry turned his head, and was extremely annoyed in an instant. He took his wand and walked out the door. The people around him didn't know how long they listened, and they all ran away when they heard his irritable voice.

But the Weasley twins were still watching from a distance.

He walked up to the giggling twins and asked, "You won't tell Alan, will you?"

George glanced at Fred.

Fred played dumb: "What did you say?"

George: "Yeah, my brother didn't do anything to get to know Slytherin."

"I saw it," Harry said relentlessly, "when I was looking at Ola with the map, I saw another Egil and Fred together, all night, right?"

Fred suddenly stopped smiling.

George shrugged, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you."

"No," Fred said with a smile, "I quite like seeing Alan in a rage. His sister is in love with him behind his back. I can imagine how angry he is."

"You won't tell Ola, will you?" He narrowed his eyes.

Harry shook his head. "Tell her that she can go back tonight and confess to her brother. Olla can't hide things very well."

Their romance is the only thing she can hide.

Fred held out a fist the size of a stone, and Harry froze for a second, then clenched his hand into a fist and touched it too.

George booed, "Wow, man's oath."

But in fact, Alan can find out faster than imagined.

It's also normal. Boys peep and fight for the girl they like. This can be classified as a one-sided relationship.But what if girls always want to run this way, and always want to talk shyly?

Others are not stupid, they all have eyes to see it.

Allen caught a glimpse of the two of them wanting to shake hands.

"You like my sister, don't you?" Allen said with gritted teeth, "How far have you progressed?"

Harry gripped his wand tightly.

"It's not as far as you and Fred," he pointedly pointed out. "Let me guess, is Arto angrier when he finds out about you and Fred, or about me and Ola?"

Allen seemed to have poured cold water on him for a moment, but his gray-blue eyes still rolled angrily.

Harry continued to threaten: "It should be you and Fred. After all, few wizards from pure-blood families have ever been with men, right? Maybe you can ask your headmaster to get you a fertility potion?"

"At least, if Ola marries me, she can continue her offspring, right?" he said slowly.

Allen got even angrier, and he immediately pulled Harry's tie, probably trying to suffocate him.

He pointed at the ruined Diagon Alley, "Did you see that? The Death Eaters are rampant, and now many shopkeepers have moved away. Now there is only one potion shop left in Diagon Alley, even the owner of Florin's Cold Drink Shop You moved away to take refuge, but you insisted on bringing in someone who could not participate in the war, and let Ola go, okay?"

Allen sneered: "Oh, still, you just want my sister to be buried with you, don't you?"

Harry pursed his lips.

"I actually wanted to tell her when I entered the Burrow..." he said with difficulty.

But she was sick, her hair stuck to her face in a mess, and her usually radiant face was pale.

But Harry also knew in his heart that he was just trying to delay for a while.

Ever since he knew his destiny at the end of the fifth grade, he knew that every day's happiness is rare, and every passing moment is sliding towards an inevitable ending-one must die in another. In one hand, two people cannot both live.

But Voldemort is so powerful, it is estimated that only Dumbledore can fight against him.

Can he really?

With unwarranted love?

Allen tightened his tie, and Harry let out a pain.

"Leave my sister alone," Allen said with clenched teeth, "I only have such a sister, and she has been the best in everything since she was a child. It's normal to like you, but I'd rather she like someone who has no ability, But a person who treats her very well, if she is not with you, at least she has a chance to live until after the war."

Allen said fiercely: "Even with a Muggle, no, another half-breed is fine."

Harry was silent.

"I hope I can get the desired result." He reluctantly let go of his hand, flaunting his silver-green robe.

When Allen left, he still stared back at him, and muttered in his mouth-"It's a pity that I didn't bring a wand, otherwise I will beat you up. I will beat you wherever you touch it."

After a long time, he turned his head, dragging his feet in an embarrassing way, and broke up with her with difficulty.

Ola must have hated it.

She is usually proud and arrogant with her chin up, and she doesn't look down on anything. If someone rejects her, she will definitely remember it for a long time angrily.

Staring at the ground, Harry stooped to pocket the two bracelets.

But love is not everything in life, and he is not allowed to be given this privilege in his arranged life.The responsibility of a savior, the obligation to save the wizarding world, is more important than anything else at present.

His short life is to live to defeat Voldemort.

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione said angrily, "Don't always ask me for homework, can you write it yourself? After OWLs, you can't relax so much. We still have NEWTs. Do you want it? ..."

"I will, I will." Ron held up his hand in surrender, "but Hermione, I didn't even attend class."

Hermione had her waist up, looking inexplicably like Mrs. Weasley: "But, Ron, I want you to study hard! I know that if I copy it for you, you will give it to Harry soon..."

Harry, who propped his chin up, raised his head in surprise, and hummed suspiciously.

"Come on, buddy," Ron explained, "come homework with Hermione."

Hermione stared at him, thought for a while before saying: "Harry, you've been thinking about something lately... Are you okay?"

Harry pulled out a laugh and shook his head.

"No," said Ron, racking his brains, "but I think you haven't been very happy since the sixth grade. Do you, um, want to sleep more?"

Harry pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, "No, maybe I'm just tired."

"Get some rest," Hermione reassured.

Ron pestered Hermione again for the notebook.

He thought sourly, it turns out that love is really hard to hide. Ron always likes to fight with Hermione, and Hermione is also used to bickering with Ron. This is a sprout of love that is about to break through.

There are a few seniors around who are exchanging saliva, but they are all qualified to pursue an aboveboard relationship, but only Harry is not qualified to enjoy the time.

It got worse when we got to Hogsmeade, when Hermione sat chattering with Ron while he sat in the corner drinking butterbeer.

Ola just pushed the door open, and she smiled and said a few words to John Jones next to her.

Oh, is that the one who helped her with the luggage on the train?

It's not obvious that she likes the doorman.

Harry glanced at it calmly, and saw that she was listening to that Jones most of the time, and only occasionally laughed, as if she was amused.

Great date isn't it?

"Tonks?" He turned and saw it.

Tonks' hair turned red in surprise: "Harry?"

"Can you go and see her for me?" Harry begged, "Ola." His lips were dry, "See if you have a new boyfriend."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

Immediately, the bottle of butter beer in his hand was smashed.

"But you have already broken up, and it caused her to go to the hospital wing." Hermione persuaded, "I've already helped you, and I've figured out all the old things about you... You shouldn't worry about her now She will find you annoying. A qualified ex just disappears in front of her eyes. "

Ron winked and took her hand that was waving in the air, and the brown-haired girl's face turned red instantly.

"But you haven't been in a relationship, so you don't know, do you?" Ron remedied.

Miss Know-it-all, who always loves to correct others, rarely fails to find out his mistakes.

She sure isn't.

Harry retorted silently in his heart, she came with a pair of bracelets that wished the couple a long life, she must like him very much, right?

But Ora was still with that Jones.

That boy with freckles, who is always shy when he speaks, and a candidate for NEWTs, where he has time to play some kind of warm and romantic things with her, his eyesight is getting worse and worse.

Oh, maybe she listened to her brother, and now she likes this kind of useless.

Maybe he didn't even know what the Fratzer Eagles were for.

Harry thought sourly, Merlin, the two talked about their own things, and they broke up within a few days.

He flipped through the timetable and saw the rules for using the Quidditch pitch approved by Professor McGonagall.So, when he knew that he was going to occupy the court with Slytherin, Harry followed Wood's example and woke up the players one by one at five o'clock.

Sure enough, it came at eight o'clock.

"This afternoon is mine," the gray-blue eyes said domineeringly, "The dean said, Professor McGonagall also signed a note for you for a semester, and he asked me to talk to you."

She waited impatiently.

"Yes," he said.

Aura raised her eyebrows in surprise and joy, and then quickly stopped.

Harry sneered in his heart, hurry up, he couldn't wish for it.In the morning, the seventh grade was all classes, and it was hard to rest in the afternoon, but Olafei was tired early in the afternoon, and he just wanted to lie down and watch how that Jones developed his relationship.

As for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, his heart has long been out of it-how to defeat Voldemort is more important.

So, Ola, at least you can wait a little longer and show some respect to him, okay?

She didn't.

After Ola flew, she smiled and went to find that Jones, and asked him to make up lessons.

What's so good about a Hufflepuff?He thought Hufflepuff's little head was always filled with mud, except for one Cedric.

Harry held the book of the Half-Blood Prince and studied it bitterly. He had learned a new curse, which said that he could chase someone with objects and hit him continuously.

"...But I don't like herbs," Ola lazily said, "I just like flying, nothing else."

Jones fawned: "Then I won't talk about Mibu Mibao, what do you want to hear?"

She yawned lazily.

"Then go to sleep for a while," he said.

Ola hummed, followed by the sound of her jaw tapping on the page.

Harry's heart fluttered suddenly, the girl he liked fell asleep, what would happen?He almost didn't need to think about it, probably because men knew each other too well.

He cast a jinx on the notebook in which he made plans.

Jones, who was beaten last, had a swollen cheek, while Ola was lying among the stacked books, blinking her eyelashes silently.She didn't know anything, but Ola couldn't live without knowing everything.

He couldn't keep her locked in the glass cover like her brother.

She will always be in love.

There is not even a longer window period, and it seems that he has no feeling at all-if it is not for the pair of bracelets.

Harry thought bitterly, he still remembers the first time he fell in love, like a boy who grew up in a dry desert, suddenly saw a bright flower living in the cracks in the Gobi rock, she is far more fragile than other creatures Too much, it swayed for a while and thought it was about to fall.

He was helpless and clumsy guarding, thinking too far and close care was too difficult for the boy who was guarding flowers for the first time.

This boy didn't know how to take care of such a delicate creature at all. He was afraid of watering too much, and he was afraid of being too rough on a flower by pulling it casually.Guarding her day and night, Hua's thoughts are hard to guess, and the boy doesn't know what to do... But when the flower blooms buds and new leaves, he blushes and his heart beats with joy.

Unfortunately, this flower does not belong to him to guard.

Harry unconsciously wrote harry&aura on the front of the book, and then crossed it out guiltily.