if i am not me

In the days that followed, the discussion of Mrs Norris' 'murder' remained devoted and entertained.Filch wandered around the scene of the accident from time to time, trying to catch the 'murderer' who committed the crime. Therefore, the students preferred to take a detour and not go too far to get close to that corridor. Elky.

Harry and Drake rushed to ask the three parties early the next morning. When they learned that it was Neville's "auditory hallucinations" that made them go there, Draco fell into thinking like Hermione. .

But even so, there is still no conclusion to this matter, and even the person concerned himself still doesn't understand what kind of situation it is, let alone him.Surprisingly, only the five of them knew about this reason. Apart from the two of them, the three of Neville never mentioned it to anyone.

This behavior made Harry a little puzzled. Could it be that Neville was just stubborn and refused to speak, or...was he being on guard against something?

Curling his lips, Harry, who was always a little puzzled, casually scanned the pictures on the pages of the book, and there was a thick stack of such books beside him.

Draco, who had just taken a shower, glanced at Harry strangely, picked up a magazine that had been thrown on the sofa, and flipped through it. He was really curious about what content could make Harry feel ashamed from the moment he got it. Flipping through it non-stop - these were all Muggle books, apparently brought in at noon by Harry's poor Hedwig with the help of two other owls.

"What's this?" Draco asked Harry with interest, pointing to the immobile head portraits.

"Vogue magazine," Harry said without looking up.

Seeing that Harry was not willing to explain further, Drake simply sat down and carefully studied the cursive words under the pictures. "Fashion magazine? What's that?" Turning over a few pages, he found that the paper of this book was not the familiar touch of top-quality parchment, but a smooth, heavy paper that would hardly shed dust.

Before he knew it, Draco had already flipped through a book. Although he didn't understand the costumes and some nouns in it, it didn't affect his taste.It has to be said that there are also some things worth learning from in these books.It's just that Draco didn't understand why Harry, who never paid attention to his appearance, would suddenly read these books.

"Harry, you, uh...how did you suddenly become interested in this? If you want...you can ask me, I think I can give you good advice in the wizarding world."

"Huh?" Raising his head blankly, Harry shook his swollen head. "Oh my god...it's really troublesome. I'm exhausted."

"Huh?" Looking directly at Harry's green eyes that were glowing with water from reading for a long time, Draco indicated that he should clear up his doubts first.

"Uh...it's really nothing, I just want to change my hairstyle." Harry said casually, pulling his slightly messy braids.But Draco was still keenly aware of the unnaturalness in his expression, and in an instant, he seemed to understand the reason for Harry's abnormality today.

There was a sudden smile, and Draco's blue eyes curved.

Harry felt his face was a little hot, bit his lip, and stared fiercely at Draco who was already trembling.It's a pity that he didn't know that this warning action only made Draco fall back to the sofa with a smile he couldn't hold back anymore.

Draco's outburst made Harry's face completely red. Now that he had been exposed, he didn't intend to hide it any longer. He poked Draco's back vigorously with his fingers, and he roared viciously, "Laugh, laugh, laugh. what's so funny!"

Draco was unmoved, still 'twitching' with his head buried in his arms.After a while, he looked at Harry with a helpless expression, "You boy... I just said it casually and you actually took it seriously, haha... I have never seen you so mean before!"

"Hmph! You don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, but I don't believe you can stand it if you are talked about." Harry severely criticized Draco for his irresponsible words and behavior.

neither male nor female...

Draco couldn't help but fake coughed a few times in a concealed manner. Indeed, this, he had better not think about it.but……

Looking up at Harry sitting on the opposite sofa with a new perspective, it was the first time that Draco looked at his friend so intently.

The long black hair has grown so long that it can be tied into a ponytail and tied behind the head at some point, and a few strands of fine hair brushed over the fair cheeks, forming a different kind of attraction.The delicate face with a bit of childishness showed a hint of pink because of anger, which made Harry's emerald green eyes deeper, his eyebrows were heroic and beautiful, under the straight bridge of the nose, the pink lips opened and closed.

Draco suddenly felt that the temperature in the room seemed a little high, and he turned his eyes away from Harry in a concealed manner, and frowned slightly.Strange, why does he feel that he has become a little strange, doesn't he face this face all day long?

Glancing at Harry secretly again, he had to admit that he was indeed a beautiful boy, and he would never be the kind of mistaken gender.It was only because the long hair on the back of his head added a little femininity that the big man found an excuse to call him "not a man or a woman".

Looking at the dazed Draco, Harry angrily threw a magazine over. "What are you thinking? Come and help me pick it out, I can't see it alone!"

Harry's head hurts looking at these "fashionable" hairstyles, why did he tell Mary about it?If he didn't say anything, all he needs now is a pair of scissors...

Harry was rubbing his forehead and sighing, but here Draco was amazed that the Muggle world really had something for the wizarding world to learn from. He believed that no matter how messed up Harry's hair was, it would be as beautiful as it was in the hands of the hair stylist. It will become a work of art!Could it be that they can come up with more interesting things because there is no magic power?

"By the way, you took care of that fifth grader, right? It was very fast, and I don't even know when you did it." Suddenly, Draco said this seemingly unintentionally, and Draco took the time to glance at Harry. , want to see his reaction.

"If I let you know my whereabouts so simply, I would have learned so many years more than you." Harry replied lukewarmly, and Harry ignored the irony in his words.

Shrugging, Draco blinked. "Then tell me, how do you make his hand look like it's not hurt at all, but it's useless at all..."

"Want to know? First help me find a hairstyle I'm satisfied with and I'll tell you!" The corners of his lips curled up evilly, and Harry knew that what this kid was interested in wasn't a matter of when he would go.

Harry's answer made Draco's eyes light up. Sitting next to him, Draco picked up a magazine again, "You said this! Tell me what you want first."

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In a narrow cobblestone alley, a black-haired man walked briskly.The alley extends out like a maze with countless branches, just like its name-Spider Tail Alley.

Over the past 11 years, the man has been very familiar with this slightly gloomy alley in the empty space. Even with his eyes closed, he can find the destination accurately.Walking past the dilapidated windows nailed with wooden boards, the footsteps on the cobblestones echoed, and he moved forward without looking aside, until his steps stopped in front of a house, and the alley resumed The tranquility before.Then there was a dim light coming from the gaps in the curtains of the building next door. The man knocked on the brown wooden door, holding his breath and quietly waiting for the arrival of the master.

Only a few seconds later, a man appeared behind the opened door. The two men who also had long black hair looked at each other silently, and the owner of the room said dryly in an impatient tone. "Come in." He said and walked straight into the house.The person who came didn't seem to care about the impoliteness of the owner of the house. He silently glanced at the man's black, smooth black hair that was no longer greasy, and followed him with lowered eyelashes, just like he has been doing for the past 11 years.

The two walked into the dim living room. In the whole room, there was only one lamp with a candle hanging down from the ceiling, casting a hazy circle of light.A frayed and fuzzy sofa, an old armchair, a rickety table and three dense walls of books crammed together in the halo—the desolate air of its often uninhabited condition .

The owner of the house, Snape beckoned the visitor, Sirius, to sit on the sofa, and drew out his wand to pour him a glass of water.Sirius reached out to take the glass. For him, getting a glass of water from Snape was already a very good treatment.

"I'm sorry to trouble you this time... Well, their mood has become more and more unstable recently. He said that he can increase the dose of the medicine as appropriate." He tried to maintain a formulaic tone, but the content of the words made both of them frown.

"Because 'that person' came back?" It was still a calm tone, but Sirius knew that there was a trace of worry in it.

"I don't know..." Faced with this question, Sirius, who was usually in high spirits, couldn't help lowering his head dejectedly, making one almost wonder if this rebellious Auror Director was pretending to be someone who used Polyjuice Potion. "It's just that recently they've had an increase in the number of nightmares they're still having after taking their medication...both of them."

Snape snorted coldly, other than that he didn't know how to express his upset mood at the moment, let alone in front of this man - for him, it was undoubtedly showing weakness.It's just that the situation is really not optimistic. As the maker, he knows best what the weight of the potion indicates.

The potency of the spell is weakening, and weakening faster and faster...

Irritatedly, he walked into the room and took out several crystal bottles, the crystal clear liquid swayed with the man's walking. "I will increase the dose appropriately next time." Looking at the golden liquid in the bottle, Snape said flatly.This is the only thing he can do for her now.

He took the bottle wordlessly, Sirius' mission was completed this time, he had no reason to stay, and he didn't need such a reason.Nodding to Snape, Sirius had no intention of staying any longer, just like the owner of the house had no intention of keeping the guests.

"En. I'll let you know when the time comes." Different from the coldness in Snape's voice, Sirius' voice was always magnetic and pleasant, but at this moment, there seemed to be only indifference.The leaving figure disappeared around the corner, and soon there was the sound of the door being closed.In an instant, the house returned to its original silence with the departure of the guests. It was so deserted, as if no one lived in it.