[HP] Hogwarts students

The weather in early October is not too cold, and occasionally there will be a little wind.Navigating against the crowd in the buzzing Zoko's store was difficult, but it seemed a lot easier when Harry and I squeezed in holding hands.

He held his glasses with one hand, and turned around and pulled me with the other. I could feel the sweat on our touching palms, but neither of us let go.

I let out a breath, bit my rose-painted bottom lip until it turned white, and backhanded each of my fingers into/into his, and when our fingers interlocked, Harry looked back at me in amazement glance.

"It's stronger this way." I said casually, obviously Harry accepted the reason, and turned his head back with red ears.

Soon we came to the corner of the shelf full of masks and accessories. There are many resin masks with blue-faced fangs hanging on the wall, as well as some special props and accessories for Halloween: such as the devil hairpin and tail I bought before, and Fake scars on the face and sharp false teeth dripping with blood.

Harry was attracted by several scary-looking ghost masks, while I picked up a Mediterranean blonde wig and put it on his head, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder: "Look at me!"

He turned his head, and couldn't help opening his eyes wide when he saw me, and burst out laughing: "This wig... Hahaha, you look like my uncle."

"Oh..." I deliberately puffed up my face and said vaguely, "Then I will be Dudley Dursley in 20 years, hello Harry, I never thought we would meet again in 20 years .”

Harry shook his head dumbfoundingly: "No, no. He would never greet me so calmly."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe he finally realized his mistake?" I said to him with bald hair, "If you become a Quidditch star in the future, he will still have to ask you for an autograph."

In the middle of speaking, I suddenly realized: "Oh no, he doesn't know what Quidditch is."

"Maybe there won't be a broom jumping up for him," joked Harry, picking up a crumpled old man's mask and putting it on his face. "If we wear masks to the party tonight, will Ron Startled Hermione?"

"Ron? Yes. Hermione? No." I took off the alopecia areata wig on my head, looked sideways at him and couldn't help laughing, "Now you look like Filch!"

When we finally had enough fun, we each bought a few masks and squeezed out of Zuko's store.My braids were also squeezed to pieces, so I had to let my hair hang down on my shoulders, which made my shoulders itch.

When I was arranging my hair and looking around, a familiar brown curly-haired figure broke into my sight, it seemed to be Hermione!But there was no Ron by her side, and there was no sign of him around her.I nudged Harry with my arm and motioned him to look over.

"Look, is that Hermione? Why is she alone?"

"I don't know, what store did she go into?" Harry was also a little confused. He looked around for Ron, but found nothing.

And Hermione has already pushed open a small narrow door and walked in. I looked up and found a very conspicuous golden sign above the small door, which said "Mrs. The fat little angel is throwing flowers and sweets on her head.

"She—" I gasped and grabbed Harry's arm, "She went to Puddiffe!"

"Where?" Harry also gasped, clutching his arm and asking.

"That's where only people like Parvati and Dean go!" I watched her walk in, past the small round table by the window, and disappear around the narrow corner, and I couldn't help but mutter to myself. , "Is Ron waiting for her inside?"

"Why are they the only ones allowed to go?" Harry was even more puzzled, he scratched his head inexplicably, "Is it a bar?"

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" I asked him absent-mindedly, feeling that my soul had drifted along Hermione into the small teahouse, "shall we go in and find Hermione?"

Harry nodded and agreed, "Of course, but I thought they would be at the Three Broomsticks. We made an appointment to go there before."

"Obviously, they have secrets they can't tell us." I raised my brows and said with a smirk.

As the bell above the small door was touched and made a "jingling" sound, Harry and I walked into this small teahouse one after the other.The space inside is even smaller than it looks from the outside. There is a scent of tea and coffee in the air, and the surrounding area is foggy. It is difficult to see who is sitting at the table.

The design style here is sweeter and more exaggerated than Barbie. Almost everything is decorated with pink and beige satin folds and bows. There are golden cherubs flying above each small round table, and sometimes sprinkle pink confetti to people. .

There are basically a couple sitting around the round table, exchanging kisses and breathing sweetly, feeding each other biscuits and black tea, and then holding hands together and placing them at the table. —I immediately let go of Harry's hand as if on fire.

By the time we noticed the brown curly-haired figure sitting not far away, Harry had already crouched uncomfortably.We came to a foggy window, where there was a small empty round table, and when we sat down, we could just observe Hermione's position.

"What do you two want?" After we sat down, Mrs. Puddife leaned forward and asked. She was fat, with a shiny black bun, and squeezed between the two tables with difficulty.

"Just a pot of black tea, please, thank you." Harry kept his head down and remained silent, so I had to make the decision for him.While waiting for the black tea, there was no one opposite Hermione, so I had to withdraw my attention and reached out to pat Harry on the back of the hand.

"Are you okay? If you feel unwell, you can go to the three broomsticks and wait for us." I was a little worried, he looked quite uncomfortable.

Harry blushed and shook his head: "No problem, I just think it's too hot inside." It seemed that he was indeed hot and thirsty, and as soon as Mrs. Puddife brought the black tea, he poured a cup immediately. drink up.

Perhaps Ron hadn't come yet, and I relaxed to refill Harry's black tea, poured myself another cup, and slowly added sugar cubes and milk to it.With the action of lowering my head to drink tea, I began to scan the entire indoor environment with my eyes unscrupulously.

That's Parvati and Dean sitting in the front right, holding gold-rimmed china coffee mugs and a plate of butterflies on a round table; Alison and her Hufflepuff boyfriend sitting in front of the gate. On the opposite side, the two were arguing about something, her face was flushed with anger, and she took a big gulp of her drink; and at the round table in front of us, that was...

"Cedric?" I muttered to myself looking at his figure in a daze, and couldn't help stretching my neck to see the girl opposite him clearly.

"Who?" Harry finally raised his head and noticed my strange posture. He followed my eyes and looked back, and happened to see the opposite person through Cedric's shoulder, "That's not Ravenclaw's Autumn Zhang?"

So, the two of them really made it?I couldn't help feeling a sense of melancholy about an idol getting married, and I sighed deeply.And after Harry saw them, his emotions became elusive. He stared at me and said angrily, "Did you come in because of Hermione, or because of Digory?"

"Of course it's Hermione! We followed her in." I looked at him inexplicably, and Harry picked up his teacup and took another sip of pure black tea, becoming a little embarrassed: "...oh, why don't we call Want her to get out of here? Do you like the black tea here?"

"I want to wait and see Ron, maybe he will... come in..." As the bell at the door rang again, a strange boy with straw blond hair strode in, came directly to Hermione, bowed his head and kissed her profile.

Snapped.It was the sound of my heart breaking, Ron's face was instantly blown into a firework, and I couldn't help but start praying for him.

"... Kelly, Kelly?" Harry leaned forward nervously and slapped my face. "Don't keep staring at them."

"Hermione, Hermione, she...she..." I felt like the sound I was making now was like a chicken being strangled by the neck, but Harry shook my shoulder dumbfoundingly: "No, that's not her! She It's outside!"

I just woke up like a dream, and instantly turned my head to look at the foggy window. Harry had already wiped off part of the fog with his hands, so that we could clearly see Hermione and Ron outside the window. ——The two of them stood at the end of the path and saw us through this window. Ron opened his mouth in shock, and Hermione stared and whispered to him.

"What...?" I rubbed my eyes in surprise, and kept turning my head to compare the two of them: the same brown curly hair, the same pink velvet jacket, and the same aqua blue jeans.And it wasn't until the girl sitting in the teahouse turned around to talk to Mrs. Puddiffe that I saw a face that didn't look like Hermione at all!

I could feel my face getting hot, and I stood up abruptly before finishing my black tea: "Harry... let's go out." He nodded with a suppressed smile, took out Sickle from his pocket and put it on the table On the next day, I didn't dare to look into other people's eyes, and ran out from all the small tables in a fever.

"Kelly—you and Harry...?" When I ran out, Hermione and Ron happened to be standing at the door of Puddiffe Teahouse, looking at me with searching eyes.

I didn't dare to directly tell her what happened, so I blushed and threw the two ribbons in the satchel to divert her attention: "This is for you!...I bought it for you."

Hermione caught the ribbon in a hurry, while Ron asked persistently: "Why are you drinking tea here?—here?" He looked at the decoration of Puddifu Teahouse again with complicated and disgusted eyes.

"We went wrong." I mumbled, "...thought it was the three broomsticks..."

"But it says Paddifu here." Ron asked, squinting his eyes. "And there's no Three Broomsticks with floor-to-ceiling glass and a big porch."

"Wait for me..." Harry squeezed through the small door, panting, our shopping in his arm. "Hey, Ron, Hermione. Shall we go to the Three Broomsticks now?"

Suddenly, Ron and Hermione's eyes were all focused on me, making me uncomfortable.