The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry watched Cho return to the Ravenclaw table and sat down at the Ravenclaw table, finding a relief from an unnoticed tension.

The relaxed brain almost instinctively jumped into Roald's appearance, successfully resurrecting more irritability.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Ron asked.This time, his and Hermione's expressions became serious, and the two felt the abnormal atmosphere from the brief conversation just now.

Harry returned his attention to his plate, cut a slice of pizza and said, "As I said, it's not what you think."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other in confusion and asked, "What was that?"

"Should we discuss this at the dinner table?" Harry said annoyed.

Ron looked madly intrigued, but Hermione glared at him.She said, "Okay, let's ask in the afternoon. Let's eat now."

During the herbal class break in the afternoon, they found a deserted corner in the greenhouse to discuss this matter.

"So, you missed her?" Ron asked still uncertainly.Hermione was already rolling her eyes: "Can you be a little more considerate, Ron? Harry is in a bad mood right now - but I have to say, you're a little too slow, Harry, and don't understand girls' moods at all. How can you If you can say you want to see me on a date, Qiu will definitely be angry."

Ron took the opportunity to fight back: "You're not comforting, Hermione."

The girl frowned and stared at him.Ron met her eyes triumphantly.

Harry shrugged handsomely on the side: "It's okay, it's all over. I don't care."

"And you were too upset to talk about it at lunch." Hermione was clearly incredulous.

"I'm not depressed, it's just..." Harry realized that he needed to tell them about Roald in order to fully explain to them. He licked the corner of his dry mouth, feeling a little nervous for some reason, "I'm just...someone is chasing me." His throat was tight and he couldn't speak.

"...Are you showing off?" Ron was confused, feeling a little offended, "Pretend we all don't know you've had a bunch of admirers since second grade?"

"Not those—" Ron went on, seeing Ron about to have another fit, "I might be a little bit infatuated with him, too."

Hermione exclaimed, "Him?"

"Yes, he's a man. That's one of the problems." Harry's speech speed suddenly became very fast, "In fact, we only knew each other for one night. It was the night when I broke up with him..." He poured beans into the bamboo tube like The situation is described again.

Hermione and Ron's mouths opened wider and wider, but after hearing their kiss, their expressions changed back to the bloody excitement Harry was familiar with.

"It's so romantic, Harry!" Hermione couldn't help saying, her cheeks flushed as if she was being kissed. "Oh, you still said he was handsome, didn't you?"

"Objectively, very handsome," Harry said matter-of-factly.The blood started to rush up, because Roald's image appeared in his mind again, including the touch on his lips and the invading breath in that brief kiss, and he prayed that his friends would not notice that he was getting hotter and hotter s face.

Ron was less fanatical than either of them, and despite his bright eyes, he had a strange look on his face: "He's a man!—I mean, I knew gays existed. But I didn't know you liked gays, Harry? When you liked Qiu, you were completely heterosexual... Merlin, you just fell out of love, heterosexual!"

"Yeah, that's the problem." Harry plucked at the bulbous leaves of the beading plant irritably. "I thought I liked girls, but I didn't resent that kiss at all. Not only that, but I couldn't forget him. Four days I can't stop thinking about that night. Whenever I have free time, my mind is full of him."

Hermione couldn't help laughing, her eyes were kind: "Oh...Harry...I didn't expect you to be so sentimental."

Ron looked back and forth between them, struggling to accept a reality, and then tried to say positively, "So, what's the problem? He likes you, you like him, and I thought the only thing you needed to do was be together?"

Harry was silent for a while, then whispered, "Maybe you're right, Ron. I'm not sure yet...he's a Muggle, I think there's going to be a lot more to ask..."

"What is he?" It was Ron who exclaimed this time. "A Muggle?"

"…Yes. In case you don't know, it's a Muggle pub," Harry added dryly.

"Of course we don't know!" Ron said madly, "You didn't say - who would have thought that a wizard would go to a Muggle pub to get drunk! For Merlin's sake, how did you find one in Hogsmeade?" From the Muggle pub?"

"Well, I wasn't there. Hogsmeade is full of wizards who know me... I ran out, looking for a quieter place."

"So you went to the Muggle world!"

"I'm in the Muggle world every summer, Ron!"

"That's enough, you two!" Hermione interrupted them, "It's not important. The point now is that Harry is going to associate with a Muggle, and we need to think about the hidden dangers involved."

They couldn't discuss any more, because the class bell rang and they had to hurry back to Professor Sprout.

In the herbal medicine class that followed, Harry was distracted again and again, but at this moment he somehow got the understanding of his partners, especially Hermione's - she reminded him many times that he had made mistakes in cultivating saw heart leaves.Fortunately, this plant is very tenacious, and it still managed to take root in Harry's cultivation jar after being tortured several times. Except for a heart-shaped scar from being bitten on his finger, everything went well.

"No, it didn't go well at all!" Harry walked out of the classroom angrily, "One uniquely shaped scar is enough for me, no more!"

Ron followed behind: "That little thing has a bad temper, Professor Sprout warned us."

"Honestly, Harry, you almost knocked off its vegetative buds, and I think it had good reason to bite you," said Hermione impartially, "You've got to be lucky it's only a seedling, or your fingers would have gnawed." One piece of meat is missing."

Four inches of papers were laid out for herbalism class, Hermione was apparently booked by the library tonight, Ron was training with the Quidditch House team, and Harry had to go back to the common room alone.

"We'll discuss your problem tomorrow, Harry. Don't think about it tonight." Hermione whispered to him before leaving, "Although I prefer you to finish our herbal medicine paper earlier, but for the sake of your broken relationship Now, take it easy this time. If you want, think about Dumbledore's Army—what are you going to teach next time? Be prepared."

— that doesn't sound much better!

Sitting on the sofa in the common room, Harry tried to collect his scattered thoughts with a quill in his hand.

Hermione was right - if he could really get his wayward brain under control - and Harry scribbled on the parchment in frustration, crossing out the gibberish he had just written.

In the past hour, he couldn't concentrate on thinking at all, Qiu and Roald took turns raging in his mind.For a while, there was a shy smile at the long table, and for a while, an aggressive kiss in the bar. Each picture pushed him into a dense web of emotions, and the surging emotions were complex and disorderly.He scribbled on the paper in vain, not even understanding what was written.

...He really needs to think about the content of Dumbledore's Army's next teaching!

Harry stood up frantically, pacing back and forth, trying to calm himself down.

This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Umbridge will not teach them anything useful, and the Dark Lord's upcoming war will not show mercy to them.The senior students practice secretly by themselves, and Harry is the main source of teaching. His rich practical experience since he entered school is indeed qualified to be called a teacher among students.However, as the course progressed, Harry had exhausted all he had learned, and there was very little left to teach.

Still unable to figure out what to expect for the next lesson, Harry paused as the other Gryffindors in the common room were already staring at him.

He decided to go out for some air.

The castle shrouded in waves of starlight.

Harry came to the side of the Quidditch pitch, and could hear the sound of the team training in the distance, and Ron was inside.

Umbridge suspended him.That's why Harry couldn't join them.

He felt nostalgic and lost, even a little jealous.

The lawn echoed with the furious sound of Bludgers colliding, and Harry found that walking was not going to improve his bad mood.

He walked back to the castle sleepily, and met a Slytherin in a Quidditch training suit on the way.His nemesis Draco Malfoy was also among them, but unexpectedly, the other party neither taunted him nor provoked him as usual.

It should be said that the entire Slytherin team walked past him as if they hadn't seen him.

Harry was quite amazed, but he couldn't muster the energy to read the minds of these vitriolic Slytherins.Go back to bed early.

The next morning, Harry found that Headmaster Dumbledore had appeared in his seat after a long absence.But his eyes didn't touch Harry at all, he was concentrating on talking to Snape who was beside him with a gloomy face, his expression was not as kind as usual, but rather serious.

Maybe the Order of the Phoenix is ​​running into trouble, maybe the Death Eaters are attacking again.Harry had no way of knowing, but he was eager to help.It had been a while since he had a dream about Voldemort recently, and Harry felt that Dumbledore might be able to deduce valuable clues from it, and wanted to talk to him.But Dumbledore didn't look at him once even after the conversation ended.

Harry took a dejected bite of the pie.I don't know what I did to be treated like this.

"A key member of the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division has been disciplined!"

Hermione, who was flipping through the "Daily Prophet", suddenly let out a scream, interrupting Harry's fugue.

"Ron!" Hermione looked at Ron worriedly. The latter's egg tart hadn't been swallowed yet, and his eyes were round.

"It didn't say who was punished, but your father is also in the Forbidden Objects Department... Ron, you haven't heard the news, have you?"

Ron swallowed hard, shook his head, and snatched the newspaper from Hermione's hand.

"There is no letter from home... where is it?"

He carefully moved closer to the newspaper, but did not find the news.Hermione leaned over, pointing precisely to a small message at the end of the page.

Harry also leaned over to see it, and couldn't help but marvel: "You can even see this!"

"...Really!" Ron didn't know who was echoing, his tone was surprised and worried, "Being accused of witnessing the use of magic on a large Muggle cleaning product...My God, shouldn't it be..."

"What do you remember?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"I'm not sure... the last time Mum wrote about a Muggle broom... said it was big and heavy and didn't look like it could fly at all, heard Muggles use it to clean the ground..."

Harry felt something was wrong: "As far as I know, Muggle brooms are smaller than wizards' brooms."

Hermione thought for a moment, and suddenly realized: "That's a vacuum cleaner!" She and Harry looked at each other and thought together, "Mr. Weasley won't let it fly!"

Ron looked up from the newspaper in horror: "No—"

Apparently they all had doubts about it.

Ron decided to write home in the afternoon, and both Harry and Hermione told him not to worry too much, but it obviously didn't comfort him.The morning's Transfiguration class was over, and for the first time, he did not object to Hermione's suggestion to go to the library.

"You're finally realizing how tough the OWLs we're facing this year," said Hermione relievedly.

Ron whispered awkwardly to Harry, "I just wanted to finish writing the letter so I could post it."

Harry shrugged and said absently, "Just asking, why?"

"You know my mother," said Ron distressedly, "if my father got punished, she wouldn't be so happy to tell us."

That's true.Mrs. Weasley had always been keen to protect children from the storms of adults.Harry actually envied Ron for having such parents.Fortunately, now he has Sirius.

Thinking of the existence of the godfather, Harry found a sliver of comfort in his gloom for many days.Maybe he could also write a letter to Sirius asking about his relationship.His friends seemed to have forgotten yesterday's promise, and hadn't mentioned their troubles since morning.And Harry wasn't in the mood to bring it up.

"Harry, I've thought about it."

Just when Harry was a little lost, Hermione suddenly changed the subject.

"I think you should refuse Mr. Roald."

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