[HP] Hogwarts students

Ever since I had a great party, I've become a star.Whether it's in the classroom or in the hallway, people I don't know always rush up to talk to me.

"Hi Kelly! When's the next party?"

"You can also invite us, we dance very well."

"I can ask my family to send me some honey cakes, just treat them as party snacks!"

I was glad at first, because even some of the Slytherins approached me reservedly, wanting to know where my next party was. "If it's still in Gryffindor Tower, then there's no need to notify us!" they said tentatively.

But as time goes on, this phenomenon has not diminished much, and it is a bit disgusting.When I was seriously in class and doing homework, people kept throwing paper balls at me, not to mention the leisure time after class, they swarmed Hermione and the others to the periphery, and I couldn't even do homework with Hermione up!

The situation with me is extremely similar to Harry. Ever since Sirius brought the news of Pedilu, saying that he was very likely to have been in and out of Hogsmeade, the professors have become nervous.Not only sent Percy to monitor Harry's movements all the time, but also tried to ban him from participating in the evening Quidditch training.

"Saturday's the first game!" said Harry angrily. "I've got to go."

"That's right!" Wood was even more excited than him. Under their insistence, Professor McGonagall finally agreed, but asked Mrs. Hooch to watch from the sidelines.

Many things happened during this period, including Professor Lupine's sick leave, and it turned out that Snape was the substitute; the match with Slytherin was changed to Hufflepuff because Malfoy insisted that his injury was not fully healed.

One day after class, I met Cedric who was waiting for Qiu by the lake. We chatted for a while, and he sincerely praised the Gryffindor Quidditch team to me, and said solemnly: "But we will win."

"Oh, then you have to work hard." I replied not to be outdone, with Harry and his Firebolt/Arrow, who can compare to us?

I don't know if it's because we're all so busy that the communication between me and Harry has become less.When I noticed this, it was Hermione who asked me carefully, "Have you and Harry had a fight?"

"What? No?" I was a little baffled, still holding my astronomy paper in my hand.

"But the atmosphere between you is very strange." Hermione said gently. "When we walked together recently, Ron and I were afraid to talk."

I blinked my eyes, my brain was running fast, and carefully recalled the time I spent with Harry during this period, it is true that I only talked less...

Transfiguration classroom on Monday afternoon.

"It's raining outside." I turned around and said quietly.

"Hmm." Harry lowered his head and was writing notes.

Care of Fantastic Beasts class on Wednesday morning.

"Can you pass me those gloves?" I smeared the slime on the leaves in distress.

"Here you are." Harry stared intently at the caterpillar in his hand, and casually threw me a pair of white gloves.

The Quidditch match on Saturday was a tough fight, but Harry still managed to catch the Snitch. The audience screamed and cheered. He wiped the rain from his face and flew near the Gryffindor stands, smiling at me smiled.

When I looked up and grinned, Cedric flew up to him too, congratulating Harry in a low voice.

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"Oh!" Recalling the past few weeks, I couldn't help but suddenly realized, "He's mad at me!"

"Why is he mad at you?" Hermione asked, frowning, trying to figure out why.

"I don't know." I was more puzzled than she was, but as soon as I realized that Harry was angry with me, I was a little fidgety, "Did I mess with his quill and parchment? Did he find out? Or does he know I did the graffiti on his face?"

Hermione looked at me with indescribable eyes: "...can you describe to me the last time he had a long conversation with you, okay?"

I obediently recounted to her the conversation on the second day of the party. In fact, I was vaguely aware that Harry was unhappy, but I thought it was just a headache.

"Why are you apologizing for kissing him?" Hermione asked, rubbing her temples, looking even more headache.

"Because... I apologized to everyone?" I looked at her expression cautiously and replied.

"But you're the only one who shouldn't apologize to him." Hermione began to get annoyed. "How could he be happy that his girlfriend apologized after kissing him?"

"Who?" I feel that my current expression must be very similar to Lockhart after amnesia, because Hermione's words really look like I have lost a memory. "Whose girlfriend? Harry's who?"

"You and Harry, dating couples," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"...We haven't been on a date, nor are we a couple, so far." I swallowed hard and retorted to her tremblingly.

Hermione stared at me like she saw a book of nonsense: "Everyone thinks you're a couple, but you don't think he's your boyfriend?"

I started to be in a trance, and turned my head blankly to look at the drizzle outside the window, and it made a crackling sound when it hit the window sill, and it took a long time to pick up my voice: "But... the relationship between me and him It's normal, like with you and Ron!"

"Really?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "Think about it, try transplanting the scene with Harry to Ron?"

Ron and I shared the same armchair by the crackling fire, his back muscles tight and warm...

"vomit--"

"Well, I don't know what you're thinking of," said Hermione, holding back a laugh, "but you understand now, don't you?"

"...I don't know! Every time I feel that I have a crush on him..." I muttered to myself, "The next second I think we are just partners...and he just sees me as a partner. "

Speaking of which, I thought of what Kenneth Toller said last night, and when I swore to refute him.

"I can't say for sure that he absolutely likes you." Hermione shook her head helplessly, "But you already understand your own thoughts, don't you?"

Well, I admit it, I do like him a lot.I meditate in my heart, but this time I don't think about it like I did before, because...

"What if I ruin our friendship?" I asked, "Although love is a good thing, I value our friendship more. If he doesn't like me, he will definitely stay away from me."

"Then why don't you try it out?" Hermione said, "Maybe you can get the answer by insinuating, and then decide whether to confess."

However, it is difficult to seize the opportunity. After winning the game against Hufflepuff, they need to strengthen their training and recharge their batteries to face Slytherin in the final.Whenever I spoke to Harry, he would always be taken away by Wood who came in a hurry, and then turned his head and smiled at me sheepishly.

There are still two weeks until the end of term.The sky suddenly cleared and turned a bright, dazzling opaline.One morning, the muddy field was covered with a layer of crystal clear hoarfrost.There was a busy atmosphere of Christmas in the castle.Professor Flitwick, who teaches Charms, has decorated his classroom with colorful lights that turn into real fairies, flapping their wings.The students are happily discussing the plans for the holiday.

Harry finally got his breath out of Devil's Training, and he cheerfully invited us to spend Christmas at 12 Grimmauld Place, which Sirius had been preparing for a week in advance, and he invited all three of our families to join.

Too bad Hermione's family had to visit relatives and my parents and brother had to go to the red brick cottage for Christmas.When Ron learned that even going to Harry's house could not avoid getting along with Percy, he hung his head in pain.

"Come early on Christmas, okay?" Harry didn't see the sulking state of the previous few days, but said to me beamingly, "Or you all come on Christmas Eve and stay at my house for the night."

Hermione nudged me calmly, and just as I opened my mouth to say something, Harry added in a low voice, "After the final - I want to tell you something."

"What?" I immediately asked curiously, but he just smiled and avoided all my questions.That being the case, I moved my affairs to that day and agreed.I thought indignantly.

On the last Hogsmeade day, Professor McGonagall found me and Harry on purpose, and expressed the news that he did not want us to go with a serious expression, because—Pedilu is very likely to be hiding in Hogsmeade .But we also plan to go there to buy Christmas gifts!I've already made a list.

Harry was also unhappy about this, as he had made an appointment to meet Sirius there to prepare the last supplies for the Christmas party.

"It's for your own good!" Hermione insisted, "You can't risk it, just to go to Hogsmeade, if you have anything to buy, just tell me and Ron, we can help you bring back!"

"We obviously have a letter of consent." I leaned listlessly on the stone pillar, "It's even worse than the lower grades!"

"Professor McGonagall will definitely be standing next to Filch that day, and she will be staring at the crowd to see if you are there." Hermione warned, she didn't want us to risk going out.

But when Harry gently tugged at the corner of my shirt, I turned my head to look at him, his expression was a bit confident and proud.I seemed to understand something, and turned to look at Ron, who also had a wicked smile on his face.The two boys stood behind Hermione, exchanging glances.

Soon it was Saturday morning, and we stood behind Professor McGonagall saying goodbye to Ron and Hermione wrapped in cloaks and scarves. Professor McGonagall looked back at us with relief, as if we were finally no longer violating the rules And rejoice.

We kept a half-smile look, as if annoyed at not being able to go to Hogsmeade.Turning around, Harry took my hand and rushed to the corridor on the fourth floor.

"That's right here!" Harry held the Marauder's Map, and used his wand to trace the ink line leading to the secret passage bit by bit. The map led us to the door of a statue of a one-eyed witch.

"What did you want to tell me before?" I said suddenly when he was chanting a spell and knocking on the statue, scaring Harry so much that the map fell to the ground.