[HP] Hogwarts students

While everyone was running to the backyard, Harry snuck me up the stairs through the front door.We dodged into the room, he hurriedly stuffed me under the bed, I was caught off guard and pushed a somersault by him.

"What?!" I fought against his hand with my head, not wanting to be stuffed under the dusty bed.

"They will definitely come up, you should hide for a while." Harry explained, turning around and stuffing my cake box in.I had to hide under his bed with the dusty box in my arms, and Harry spread the sheet over it, so I could only peek out through the gap in the sheet.

There was a sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps, and then the door of Harry's room was kicked open, and his tall and bloated uncle barged in viciously, and asked Harry with a high-pitched growl: "What the hell are you doing?! What a good thing you have done!"

"Nothing." Harry replied in a very calm voice, but this answer obviously couldn't deal with this furious man.

"Nonsense! Shit! You set fire to Dudley, didn't you?! You arsonist!" I couldn't help but sweat for Harry, and began to regret my impulsive behavior just now.

But Harry was quick to say, "I didn't! If he claims I set the fire, why isn't there a fire in the backyard?"

His uncle was choking, and I put out the little flame before I went, which is really hard to see without looking carefully.Immediately afterwards, he began to curse something in a low voice, and after speaking for a while, he raised his voice: "I warned you, today is a very important day, if you screw it up...you just wait."

He slammed the door angrily, and yelled loudly when he left: "...Remember! You will stay in the bedroom from now on! I don't have your dinner today, and you are not allowed to make any noise!"

After there was no sound outside the door, I slowly crawled out from under the bed. I looked at Harry. He avoided my sight in a bit of embarrassment. He swallowed hard, and the small bedroom fell into a panic. An awkward silence.

"I hope there's nothing wrong with the presents in this box." I took out the dirty, crumpled box and blew on the dust, causing Harry to cough. "You close your eyes first, Harry."

Harry looked at me and couldn't help laughing. He coughed dryly and closed his eyes while suppressing a smile: "Okay, Kelly. I hope you won't take the opportunity to write on my face."

"Who do you think I am, Fred and George?" I took out the cake carefully. Fortunately, only the top layer of jam was covered, and the bottom cream cake was still intact.

I put the cake on the closet next to Harry, took out a handful of candles and matches from my satchel, and lit 12 small candles with a "chuck", but it seemed a bit crowded after I inserted them one by one.

Under the candlelight, Harry closed his eyes expectantly, I called him softly: "Open your eyes, Harry." Then when he slowly opened his eyes, I sang Happy Birthday in a very small voice.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." I clasped my hands and clapped the time. Harry's eyes were glued to the cake in front of him. Complex and intertwined emotions flashed across his face, and there were faint tears in his eyes.

After I sang, I stepped back and watched him bend over the cake I made myself: "Happy 12th birthday, Harry. Make a wish and blow out these candles."

"I hope that Mr. Black can get out of prison as soon as possible and return to my side; I hope..."

"Wait, Harry. Don't say it, it won't work. You should say it silently in your heart." I hurriedly stopped him, Harry looked up at me, his lips twitched slightly, silently chanting his wish, bowed his head Blow out a flickering candle.

Afterwards we shared a whole cake. The cream part was very sweet and rich, but the sponge base was a little hard and dry. I couldn't eat it after eating a third of it, but Harry ate it all.

"I really can't believe that Hermione and Ron didn't write to me all summer." After eating the cake, Harry lay on the bed and rubbed his belly; I opened a can of his stock Coke, He leaned against the window sill while drinking in small sips.

Come to think of it, I didn't hear from anyone during the summer, neither from Ron Hermione nor from Ravender Parvati.I was a little worried: "Could it be something wrong with the post office? I haven't heard from anyone either."

Harry was noncommittal, as if he preferred to believe that his mate had gotten so carried away that he forgot to write to us.

In order to prevent the guests downstairs from inquiring, Harry was not allowed to turn on the light tonight, so I could only approach his bed by the moonlight and complain: "It's time for you to clean the room, do you know how much dust there is under your bed? "

"Obviously, I know." Harry said with a stifled laugh, cupping my face in his hands.I was stunned, but before I could react, he wiped my cheek hard with his fingertips again, the pain made me tremble and I almost cried out.

The fingers he retracted were covered with dust, and I realized that I was chatting with him and eating cakes with a painted face all the time, but I didn't feel angry. Instead, I felt very embarrassed and shy.

I avoided his gaze in confusion, and looked down at the watch on my wrist: "Ah...it's late, I think I should go home."

"Now? But how are you going to leave? Why don't you go back after those people have left." Harry grabbed my wrist anxiously, but I dodged it at lightning speed.Facing his disbelieving gaze, I was speechless, but I didn't know how to explain it.

"I, I can climb out of the window. I used to do this at home." My mind was in a mess, and I simply didn't explain. I stood up and opened the window, poking my head out to observe the terrain.

"It's too dangerous, Kelly, you can stay for a while longer." Harry didn't give up, and kept mumbling to himself like Hermione as he followed behind me.

I waved my hand without looking back, flipped out of his window, grasped the drainpipe tightly with both hands and rubbed it down little by little.I looked up and saw Harry sticking his head out and looking at me worriedly, I waved to him again to signal that he didn't have to worry, and jumped down from the drain pipe at a faster speed.

When I was leaving, I saw several people in luxurious dresses having dinner in the brightly lit dining room on the first floor. Even Dudley was also wearing a dress, serving dishes politely for the guests.

And when I rode away on my bicycle, Harry's figure was submerged in the pitch-black second floor, and then half of his body leaned out to expose himself to the moonlight, and he waved goodbye to me forcefully.

It may be that I suddenly realized that I have a daughter. In the following days, my father has been with me, trying to tell me that they have always loved me with his behavior.Sugar-coated cannonballs are very much to my liking, but I don't have time to look for Harry again.

Until one day when my father went for a walk with my mother, I repeated my trick and hid in the bushes in the backyard of the Dursleys' house.It's only been a few days, and Harry's window has an extra protruding iron grille!He leaned on the window sill sadly, looking at the sky.

I looked left and right, ran under his window like a thief, and called him in a low voice, trying to get his attention: "Harry, Harry!" He didn't hear.I found a small stone and threw it in his arm.

Harry let out a cry of pain, covered his arms and looked down. He smiled relaxedly after seeing me: "Kelly! Why are you here?"

"I'm here to play with you, are they at home? Can you come out?" I asked as low as I could.

"It's hard." Harry shook his head helplessly at me. "The windows are locked, as are my doors, and..."

"Hey! What are you doing there!" Harry's uncle found me, picked up an iron rod and walked towards me aggressively. I was startled, so I could only retreat temporarily and jumped on the bicycle to escape.

Under my father's comfort, I waited anxiously until the next day. When the bird twittered in the early morning, I dragged him to accompany me to the Dursley's house.

"They're mistreating Harry! Lock him up!" I screamed angrily, and Dad covered his ears and followed me to the door of the Dursleys' house. I wanted to rush in and save Harry right away, like a prince Like saving Rapunzel.

But when we got closer, I saw that the iron grille on Harry's window had been completely destroyed, and Harry's window frame was also hanging pitifully on the wall.Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were sorting debris out on the lawn, and I heard their angry discussions.

"... in some ridiculous flying car... it's best to go away! Never come back."

"A runaway coward...damn, I thought they weren't allowed to use...that what..."

I stopped Dad, and the two of us returned home in a daze with a dumbfounded look.Mom asked about Harry's situation in a low voice, and my dad and I didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Harry's owl, Hedwig, flew over at this time and brought a letter from Harry.

I couldn't wait to open the letter, and after reading the letter at a glance, I let out a big sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa.

"What's wrong? What happened? Where is Harry now?" Mom asked a series of questions, and Dad looked at me curiously.

"Don't worry! Harry was rescued by Ron! And Fred and George, now he's staying at the Weasleys. Do you remember the Weasleys? That building called The Burrow. "I am happy to announce out loud, heartened by such good news.

Dad was remembering, but Mom quickly remembered: "Oh! It's that crooked house."

"Well, I remembered that too. Their Arthur Weasley works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, and we met a few times in the elevator." Dad suddenly realized.

"And Ron invited me to play at their house, can I go?" I stared at them with the most sparkling and cutest eyes, and Dad was always the first to be overwhelmed: "Okay, Kelly, but You'll have to be polite and patient. And, not until after I've spoken to Mr. Weasley."

I pretended I didn't hear the last sentence, and happily replied to Harry and Ron, and left a sentence for the Weasley twins.

Kelly Morris is coming, and everyone is ready to pick her up!