if i am not me

"Don't—" The sharp and abrupt female voice broke the dead silence of the night, startling a few night owls and making a strange hoarse cry.

In a house on the outskirts of the city.The black-haired man anxiously shook his wife who was in a nightmare beside him, his expression was full of exhaustion and worry, "Lily, wake up!"

Hearing the man's call, the red-haired woman woke up suddenly, her eyes widened like the most perfect emeralds in horror, and the diffuse focal length made her unclear where she was for a while.

Seeing that the woman woke up and her eyes gradually regained clarity and clarity, the man was truly relieved.

"You forgot to take your medicine again?" He said a little reproachfully, he put his wife's sweaty forehead on his shoulder, took the towel that had been prepared and gently wiped away the traces left by the nightmare for her.

The woman panted lightly, the content of the dream had long been lost, only infinite sadness and fear remained in her heart. "I'm sorry..." said weakly, the woman nestled in her husband's arms obediently, absorbing the warmth from his body.If it wasn't for the sudden overtime, she wouldn't have forgotten that today is the day to take medicine...

Sighing helplessly, the man reached out and opened the drawer on the bedside table, took out a crystal clear crystal bottle and handed it to his wife. "Drink, drink and rest well."

Nodding, the woman deftly poured out the appropriate dose and took it. After a while, the woman let out a chuckle, "Sev's medicine works just fine, and I feel much better."

"Hmph." The man snorted coldly with disdain, "That's all he has... Hey, I don't say he is, don't pinch me." Amidst the man's wailing, the woman withdrew her mischievous fingers, The smile on her lips widened, and suddenly, she blinked, "Hey! I didn't scare the little guy, did I?"

After twisting her nose, the man said angrily, "Don't worry, your smart husband, I have already put a soundproof spell on the room."

Hearing this, the woman let out another string of silver bell-like laughter, and leaned against her husband's arms, her green eyes couldn't help but look out the door.In the opposite room full of toys, the little boy with disheveled hair hugged the quilt and smacked his lips, sleeping deeply in a dark and sweet dream.

The winter of 1991 seemed to come very early. As soon as November entered, the bitter cold wind swept across the whole of England.The mountains around Hogwarts are gray and covered with snow and ice, and the ground is frosted every morning, making the grass look like slate.

In such bad weather, the much-anticipated Quidditch season began.

Every time he saw the Quidditch players flying freely in the sky, Harry couldn't help but think that if there was anything better in his previous life than now, it would be to be able to play Quidditch as he wanted.Sitting on the high stands and watching the broomsticks gliding quickly overhead, Harry narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a beautiful arc.Only he himself knows that when he showed this expression, it was not because of those wonderful goals, but because he hoped that the person sitting on the broom would immediately be replaced by himself. Tomorrow is Slytherin against Ravenclaw. After eating After lunch, Drake hinted that Harry followed him to the stadium to watch the team's practice - because of his family background, Drake held a very special position in Slytherin, which allowed him to always get some things that were unimaginable to others. The privilege also indirectly alleviated some of the pressure that Harry, as his friend, would face in the academy.

As a powerless orphan, Harry's appearance is like a strange existence in Slytherin itself.In the two months since the beginning of school, he was only treated coldly without being bullied. It has to be said that Draco contributed a lot.Harry didn't mind letting Draco's protection save him unnecessary troubles, but that didn't mean he would let this friendship become his arrogant capital.Tactfully rejecting Drake's invitation, Harry knew very well that if he went with Drake, it would only make his embarrassing situation more difficult. You know, there is never a shortage of villains in Slytherin...

Draco is a transparent person. After getting Harry's answer, he left a meaningful smile and left with Crabbe and Goyle. Harry, who has nothing to do, will naturally choose Go find Ron.

After several inquiries and learned that Ron was actually in the library, Harry was a little surprised. You must know that this kid is definitely the kind of person who can never put the existence of a book in his heart without touching it. .

All doubts were answered when he saw the three who were struggling to turn the pages of the book.

Maybe it was God's arrangement, although it was not right at the beginning, but I don't know when, the relationship between Ron, Hermione and Neville has gradually become closer, even if Ron and Hermione occasionally have a relationship. They would quarrel, but recently, they have almost talked about everything.

The relationship between Harry and the two friends is still close, but this does not mean that the relationship between him and Neville will become as harmonious as it used to be.Ron and Hermione didn't quite understand this point. After all, Harry was a very easy-going and enthusiastic person. Logically speaking, Neville was their friend, so Harry should also be Neville's friend.But this was not the case. During this period of time, Harry and Neville basically kept knowing each other's names, that's all.

"What are you doing? It's still a long time before the exam." Walking straight to the three of them, he greeted Neville who was sitting across from him. Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and sat down on Hermione. next to the position.

"Harry, study is not for exams!" Hearing this familiar voice, Hermione raised her head buried in the books, but said in a righteous and righteous manner.Fortunately, Ron interrupted her long speech in time, and threw away the thick brick book in front of him dejectedly. Ron brushed his fiery red hair and leaned on Harry's shoulder involuntarily, "I I won’t look for it anymore. I won’t even look for it if I’m killed…”

"What's the matter?" As he asked, he habitually picked up the big burden with the soft part of his shoulder, Harry put his finger on Ron's throbbing forehead, and rubbed it slowly.

Hermione hesitated a little, glanced at Neville who was struggling in the sea of ​​books, thought for a while and asked, "Um... do you know Nick Flamel?" As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately shook her head in denial , "Oh—maybe I shouldn't ask you, you know more than Ron..."

Hearing this, Harry raised his eyebrows calmly. He really didn't expect that they discovered the secret of the Philosopher's Stone!Thinking of this, that wise figure involuntarily appeared in Harry's mind. He really deserved to be Dumbledore - just this way of inviting the king into his urn made him admire and fear at the same time.

Harry's silence made Hermione curl her lips. Although she had little hope, it would inevitably be a little disappointing when it was shattered. "I just knew...", she muttered, sinking her head back into the book.Seeing this, Ron and Neville let out a weak groan. They were really driven crazy by these books. When will they be relieved?

Drooping his eyelids, Harry's long eyelashes blocked the deep thought in his eyes, after a long time of deliberation in his heart, Harry finally decided to help them.

"Cough..." He coughed, and seeing the attention of the three of them, Harry raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Did I say that I don't know?"

As soon as the words fell, Hermione slammed the book in her hand on the table with a "bump"; Neville's fingers that were flipping through the book flicked across the pages, almost tearing off the paper; Ron's head was It was lifted from Harry's shoulders immediately, and if Harry hadn't moved so fast, his jaw and Ron's head would have suffered.

The three of them lost their composure, and Harry was sure that their search was definitely not a day or two.Putting on an innocent expression, Harry blinked his smiling eyes, and said slowly, "Uh... don't you all eat chocolate frogs?"

Including Hermione, after listening to his words, they all showed a confused look - is there any necessary connection between the two?

"Get to the point!" Hermione was the one who reacted quickly, sensing a trace of slyness on Harry's face, she said through gritted teeth.

"Ahem..." With a cough to hide the laughter welling up in his throat, Harry said unhurriedly under the cold eyes of the three, "There are cards in the chocolate frog, and I am in Dumbledore's I have seen this name on a card. How do you not know? They are so famous—" After speaking, he deliberately looked up and down the three people who were already stunned.

"Oh——" The three of them uttered strange yells one after another, attracting the threatening gaze of the librarian Mrs. Pince, but the three of them were not afraid, and they still beat their chests, stomped their feet, and howled like ghosts and wolves.

Harry understood their feelings very well, and believed that anyone would feel like going crazy when they knew that what they had worked so hard to find was right under their noses. Let them vent.

Looking at the three of them hugging their heads and wailing with a slight smile, Harry said coolly after a long while, "So, if you are not busy now, should we do it in view of the fact that there is such a rare and beautiful sun?" What else?"

As soon as they finished speaking, Ron and Neville immediately agreed positively, and now they can finally get rid of those disgusting books, the library-it really can't stay for a second.

"Is there any good arrangement?" Ron asked enthusiastically, and he had completely disappeared before.

Nodding firmly, Harry smiled brightly.

"of course."