[HP] This deer is not a deer

After a few days, Snape didn't come to him, and Harry tried his best to solve the puzzle on the golden egg, but every time he tried to open the golden egg, he still could only hear a high-pitched scream.

"Ah! Ah——" The ear-piercing screams resounded through the dormitory again, Harry's ears hurt, and he hurriedly beat his hand vigorously, closing it with force!

Harry rubbed his stinging ear vigorously, picked up the golden egg that rolled on the floor, and Ron complained, "God, can you stop that thing from screaming? It's the first time of the day." How many times?"

"I hope it doesn't scream, too," said Harry, throwing the golden egg away.

"Tell me, what method should you use to make the person you like not disgusted, and successfully confess your love?" Harry was still touching the same golden egg before going to bed, but in the end he still failed to get the slightest inspiration and was discouraged instead. Throwing away the golden egg, he turned around and mustered up the courage to ask Ron a question.

"What?" said Ron, yawning, a little dazedly, "maybe you should write a love letter or something . . . would it work?"

Harry was in a daze for a while, because of Ron's words, he couldn't help writing and drawing quietly for a while, then he crumpled up the paper and threw it away in annoyance.

the next morning.

Harry was rubbing his head, his messy hair was made worse by him, and Ron was flushing with frustration, just now, he rushed forward impulsively and offered an invitation to Fleur Delacour.

Fleur Delacour was still talking to Digory in the corridors where people were coming and going.

"I'm really out of my mind," Ron muttered under his breath.

Ginny tried her best not to speak, trying not to laugh at Ron's stupid performance. She just met them in the corridor and followed them to the lake area of ​​the lounge.

Ron muttered ruefully, "She looked at me like I was a sea cucumber or something. She didn't even bother to answer. And then—I don't know—I just came to my senses and ran away."

"She's part Veela," said Harry reassuringly. "You were right—her grandmother was a Veela. It wasn't your fault, I bet she was doing that spell on Digory, You just happened to pass by and you were hit."

"Don't talk about me," said Ron sullenly. "Harry, have you figured out who to invite? Good girls are about to be picked."

"Well...I'll think about it." Harry replied, maybe he should also seriously consider the matter of the partner, Harry tried hard to think about the candidate for the partner.But he doesn't know who to invite?

It is said that Qiu Zhang has already been invited by someone else, and Harry originally wanted to invite her, but when he occasionally thought of Snape, Harry felt guilty, which led to the delay until now.

They walked into the Gryffindor lounge, and Harry had no target at all. He happened to see Parvati and Lavender coming in through the hole behind the portraits, so he simply walked up.

"Parvati? Would you like to go to the dance with me?" he said directly.

Parvati let out a series of giggles.Harry waited for her laugh to pass, his fingers crossed in the pockets of his robes.

"Okay, all right," she finally said, blushing like she was about to bleed.

"Thanks," said Harry, relieved at last, and he asked her quietly if anyone else could pair up with Ron.

"Let me see..." Parvati said slowly. "My sister could probably... her name is Padma, you know... in Ravenclaw. I'll ask her if you want."

"Okay, that'll be great," said Harry, "let us know, okay?"

He returned to Ron, feeling that the dance was too troublesome and not worthwhile.And not with the person he likes.

Ron asked him, "What's the matter with you? Did Parvati say yes?"

"Well, she said that if his sister agrees, she will also attend with you."

After Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class in the afternoon, Harry met Snape in the corridor.He straightened up uncomfortably and nervously, looking at Snape, unable to hide his nervousness.

Snape walked up to him, and Harry blushed.

His reaction made Snape, who was about to make an attack, pause slightly, and his expression changed slightly.

"Potter! Get out of here! Hurry up and do what you have to do, why are you wandering around in the hallway again?" Snape warned Harry angrily, "Don't let me see you bullying your classmates, or using Some stupid magic to fool the other students—"

His words were suddenly stuck in his throat, and he stared at Harry strangely, and Harry stared at him with red eyes, as if telling him wrongedly that he didn't do anything.

"I was just waiting for Ron, Professor." Harry lowered his head, Snape couldn't see his expression clearly, and his small voice sounded like he was being bullied miserably.

Snape murmured and made a muffled sound in his throat, striding past Harry in a fit of temper, quickly pushed open the door of the classroom and walked in. Harry was disappointed to find that Snape had come to find Professor McGonagall... …He looked towards the open door, vaguely saw Snape walking up and talking to McGonagall, and then the door closed.

Ron's hands and feet were a little slow. Harry lowered his head slowly, and took out an envelope from his arms. He quietly stared at the white envelope that was carefully pinched in his hand with a corner exposed—Harry didn't It was very frustrating because he hadn't figured out what to write in the letter.

If he could post this letter, Harry thought hesitantly, taking a peek at the unfinished letter. There was only one line written on it, which was as messy as if it had been scratched by a cat, and , Harry found to his dismay, he didn't know what to write?

He thought and thought, took out a quill from his schoolbag, and quietly wrote his name on the note——HP, but it was in a small corner, and Harry thought and thought, and randomly painted over.The door of the classroom was pushed open again, Harry hurriedly stuffed the envelope and the note into his pocket, but he was nervous and accidentally stuffed the two things in at the same time, but the crumpled note was squeezed out.

The piece of paper slid down lightly and floated on the ground of the gate.Harry panicked, seeing the paper drifting farther and farther away, hurried up to it in a panic, picking up the paper slowly with a pale and thin hand one step ahead of him.

"Look, look...what did I pick up?" Malfoy glanced at Harry slowly, then twice, and said loudly to the people who followed him, "Oh... I see, Harry, this is your love letter." His words were affirmative.

Harry froze, staring annoyed at the Slytherins standing in front of him, especially the leader, Malfoy!

"Oh, Potter, I guess this is yours, right?" Draco looked joyfully at Harry standing in front of him, who was getting angry, and he pretended to see him, gloating loudly, "I just saw that , you tried to hide it and it fell on the floor? Do you want me to give it back to you? Oh my God, what's written on it?"

"I love you?" Pansy Parkinson, who was walking beside him, giggled and screeched mockingly, "Potter, who are you in love with? I heard you invited Parvati? Could it be that he fell in love with her?"

Immediately afterwards, she looked Harry up and down in distaste, her critical gaze made Harry feel uncomfortable, she giggled sharply and said, "It's a pity to look at you, if it were me, I would definitely like Cedric grams instead of..."

Harry cut her off, staring at Malfoy and shouting, "Give me back the things!"

Draco Malfoy said in amazement, "So, it's really yours?" He waved the paper triumphantly, as if showing off his prize, "Okay, okay, Potter, please, If you ask me, I will give it back to you."

"You—" Harry blushed and was about to lose his temper when the door opened again.

It was Snape who came out from behind the gate. He looked around, stared at them who were blocking the door with an unfriendly expression, and asked aloud, "What are you doing blocking the door?"

He glanced at the group of Slytherins in front of him, then at Harry, and drove them away from the door. Not long after, Ron and Hermione also came out. As soon as they came out, they saw Harry and Malfoy talking to each other. Standing on both sides, looking at each other, not knowing what happened.

Malfoy quickly said with a grin, "Sorry, Professor, just now Potter accidentally dropped something, I just picked it up for him, I just want him to thank him, but he is too much—"

Snape was impatient, glanced at the paper in Malfoy's hand, reached out and snatched it. At that moment, Harry felt that he was going to suffocate.

"What's this?" Snape glanced at Harry and asked.

"Harry's love letter." Pansy Parkinson said quickly, "Harry told us he wanted to send it to Parvati."

"No!" Harry said angrily and desperately.

With red eyes, he stared at Snape, who was carefully looking at the note in his hand. He rushed up and was about to snatch the love letter back, but Snape shook his hand and grabbed Harry, who dared to offend him, angrily Clasping Harry's arm in his hand, Harry struggled, but Snape's hand was so strong he couldn't break free.

Harry froze out of breath, standing in front of Snape with his head down.

"Okay!" Snape said impatiently, throwing Harry away as if his hands were hot, "Harry, because you caused trouble and disturbed the order in public places, Gryffindor will deduct fifteen points. You guys, hurry up!" spread!"

Malfoy took a few Slytherins behind him, looked and looked at Snape unwillingly, and finally had to walk away first, Harry just watched Snape dragging his love letter in his hand, everyone Stepping away towards the far end of the corridor.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione and Ron hurried forward and asked worriedly.

Harry watched Snape go further and further away, and suddenly he rushed out, running towards Snape.

He followed Snape around the corner, and Harry grabbed the frightened Snape tightly, gritted his teeth and almost begged, "Give it back to me?"

"I said - confiscated!" Snape was held stiffly by Harry's arm, he gritted his teeth, as if Harry's red eyes made him uncomfortable, he shook off Harry and roared violently, "tonight at eight One o'clock detention, Potter! Another twenty points from Gryffindor!"

"I, I..." Harry was yelled until his ears were ringing, and his gradually blurred vision made it difficult for him to see Snape's expression clearly.

He lowered his head tightly, not daring to say anything anymore, for fear that his hoarse throat would betray him.

A look of surprise flashed in Snape's eyes, and he reached out suspiciously, as if trying to lift Harry's face.

Harry backed away, and Snape warned in a low voice, "Potter! Don't want me to remind you how old you are? Don't make me cry—"

"I didn't!" Harry roared, pushing Snape away and rushing out so fast that Snape almost got knocked over.

He staggered and was knocked away, and by the time he turned around and regained his footing, Harry had already run away quickly—Snape cursed, and quickly chased in the direction Harry had left, but he was very fast. With Harry's figure gone, Snape stared darkly at the lost corridor.

He hurried back and forth in the corridor in annoyance, but Harry had completely disappeared. Snape searched for more than ten minutes, until Weasley and Granger appeared in front of him, and Snape seemed to wake up suddenly— —What the hell is he doing!

Snape adjusted his direction gloomyly and quickly, and walked back towards the cellar. His swift steps made his robe fly behind him, and he looked extremely irritable from a distance, which made Hermione, who was hesitant to speak, shrink back In the end, Hermione and Ron watched Snape go further and further...