[HP] Moonlight Lingling

Lin...er..." He realized that he had slipped his tongue.

"What?!" Cynthia forced herself to open her eyes, sat up and looked at Harry, "You said you broke through the Forbidden Forest in the second grade?!"

"No, Cynthia, don't listen to Ron." Harry looked at Cynthia very sincerely.

"But..." Cynthia was still very tired, so she had to lean back on Harry after holding on for less than a minute, "Ron usually can't tell a lie, because he is really easy to spot."

"..." Harry raised his eyebrows, and gave Ron a look of "I'll settle the score with you later", "Hey, you should rest first."

"But," Cynthia forced herself to look at Harry, "I still need to read a book..."

"All right Cynthia," Harry said angrily.

Under the booing and exclamation of everyone in the Gryffindor lounge, he hugged Cynthia horizontally, "Now I will take you to rest."

"Oh, Harry, come on!" the twins booed, "We'll leave Ron Neville and the others tonight so they won't bother you!"

"Harry, come on." Seamus and Dean also patted Harry's shoulder with a wicked smile, "tonight we will go to the fifth grade dormitory for a night, so we won't disturb you."

"What the hell are you thinking..." Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just want her to have a good rest."

"It's okay, it's okay." Neville couldn't help but smile a little, with an expression of "we all understand" on his obedient face, "Go back to the dormitory, we won't go in and disturb you."

"..." Harry was speechless.What is going on in these people's minds? !

Cynthia buried her face in Harry's arms, ignored the teasing and teasing of the people in the lounge, and was carried back to Harry's dormitory by Harry.

Listening to Harry's slightly faster heartbeat, Cynthia couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Since when did this boy grow up to this point?

She often stared at Harry's handsome profile in a daze.That well-behaved and cute little boy, unconsciously, has grown into a handsome boy who can easily pick her up.

"What's wrong?" Harry lowered his head slightly, and Cynthia could only see the boy's reddened ears.It seems that even someone like Harry, who usually keeps his face in front of him without changing his face, would blush subconsciously when it comes to hugging the girl he loves.

"I'm thinking..." Cynthia twisted her hair, the soft voice Harry could only hear when he lowered his head, "I was thinking, when did you grow up enough to hug me? Remember going to The next time you hug me, you can only use the Lightness Curse."

"..." Harry was speechless, but still answered her question with raised eyebrows, "Actually, I seem to be a week older than you, Cynthia."

"But I always remember that when I first met you, you were half a head shorter than me."

"..." Such a childhood sweetheart relationship is sometimes really not a good thing.Harry thought of his dark history of not being tall because of being treated like that by the Dursleys, and heard Cynthia mention the 11-year-old incident, which had some black lines.

"But, to be honest, I really didn't expect you to grow up so fast..." Cynthia's tone was like "my younger brother is just growing up", showing a bit of vicissitudes, leaving Harry very speechless.

But now they were in Harry's bedroom.

Harry gently put Cynthia down, then drew back the curtains and supported Cynthia on his bed.

"I, should I go back first..." Cynthia realized that it was impossible for Harry to enter the girls' dormitory, so she was in Harry's boys' dormitory now, and it was Harry's bed!

Seeing how cute his little girlfriend was blushing, Harry couldn't help but tease him, "No need, just sleep here with me."

Hearing this, Cynthia's face flushed red, "But, but, Hermione will be worried..."

"No." Harry raised his eyebrows and interrupted Cynthia, "Look, Hermione gave it to me." He held a small bag in his hand, and after opening it contained a full set of her toiletries and Change of clothes.

"..." Hermione, you traitor! ! ! !

"Cynthia..." Harry's voice was low.

"What..." Cynthia looked up, but was pushed down unexpectedly and lay down on Harry's bed.

The fresh breath of the young man made Cynthia's already blushing cheeks even redder.She looked up at Harry's face, caressed his cheek with her hands uncontrollably, and took off his glasses.

"Harry..." she whispered, then hooked Harry's neck, pulled him down, and brought him to her lips.

It took a long time for the two to separate. Harry got off Cynthia's body uncontrollably, and took his hand out of the hem of Cynthia's shirt, which was flushed all over her face. "Sorry, Cynthia, I almost lost control," he gasped.

"No, it's okay..." Cynthia said breathlessly, then touched her face with both hands.It's already November, but she still feels hot.

"You say it's okay now..." Harry propped himself up and looked straight at Cynthia, his dark green eyes were bottomless, "Do you want me to continue?"

"No!" Cynthia didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed Harry away and sat up, "You think too much!"

Cynthia didn't dare to look back, but she heard the sound of Harry adjusting his clothes and his low laughter.

Harry took off his tie and threw it across the bed.Cynthia was also arranging her clothes.

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

After Cynthia finished washing, Harry pressed Cynthia on the bed and pulled the quilt for her, "You can sleep here tonight. Ron Neville and the others won't come over."

"Where are you going?" Cynthia pulled Harry's sleeve nervously.

"It's okay." Harry chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Hagrid said he would take me to visit the Forbidden Forest. I guess it has something to do with the first project."

"Harry, be careful." Cynthia looked at Harry's leaving back worriedly, whispered, and fell asleep after a long time.

ˇChapter68第一个项目ˇ最新更新:2014-01-0423:22:29

The first item, is the dragon.

Harry went back to the dormitory with a pale face.He doesn't want to expose his vulnerability to others, but he also doesn't want to bear it alone.

Why him again?

His parents were killed by his mortal enemy, and now he was plotted against, so he had to participate in that hegemony contest that might kill him at any time, why was he again?

What I have to face this time is the fire dragon...

"Harry?" Cynthia's voice came indistinctly from behind the bed curtain.

"Cynthia? You haven't slept yet?" Harry took off his dew-stained coat, frowned and looked at the bed.He thought she had fallen asleep.

"No, I fell asleep." Cynthia poked her head out from under the bed curtain and looked at Harry.

"Get back under the covers," Harry said quickly, walking towards his bed. "It's cold outside, so be careful of catching cold."

"Your hands are so cold!" Cynthia was in a daze, she reached out her hand from under the quilt and took Harry's hand, "Come in quickly!"

"But..." Before Harry could finish his sentence, he was pulled into the bed curtain by the rare and powerful Cynthia.

"Aren't you afraid of what I'll do to you?" Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at Cynthia.

Cynthia blushed a little, shook her head, "I believe in you, you won't do anything to me suddenly."

Harry slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, pulled Cynthia back into his arms, and the two lay down together.

"What's wrong? The first project..." Cynthia asked cautiously.She could see that Harry was not happy.

"It's nothing, don't worry," said Harry, his voice extremely low.Cynthia was exhausted from practicing the Patronus Charm, and he didn't want her to worry too much.

"What did Hagrid say?" Cynthia sat up, trying to talk to him more conveniently.Harry pushed her back into bed and tucked her in. "Lie down and don't move."

"What did he say? Is it really the Forbidden Forest?" Cynthia felt the warmth on her waist, and her face flushed suddenly.

"I don't know... But there won't be any major problems, don't worry." Harry took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead, "Go to sleep... and discuss it with the godfather tomorrow."

Cynthia was already sleepy, but this time she woke up only because the sound of Harry's return startled her, so she fell asleep quickly.

Poor Harry was originally a young boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, but now he was in his arms, and he was the girl he liked. He opened his eyes and stared at the top of the bed curtain for half a night before barely falling asleep.

The next day is the weekend.

"Hmm..." Harry groaned, moved his tired arm, and stretched his other hand out of the bed curtain to get his glasses.

"Woo..." Cynthia felt that someone was moving her "pillow", so she closed her eyes and covered her eyes with one hand and pressed the "pillow" with the other hand, "Hermione, don't move my pillow, let me go again Sleep for a while..."

Harry heard Cynthia's voice and jerked awake.When he opened his eyes, he saw Cynthia lying in his arms and pillowing his arms, who was still awake.

"Cynthia, Cynthia?" He pushed her hastily.It was past ten o'clock, and if they didn't show up in Sirius' office in a while, someone might show up in the Gryffindor common room.

"... Huh?" Cynthia opened her eyes and saw Harry whose collar was unbuttoned a few times, his face flushed suddenly.

Harry didn't give her that much time.