[HP] Hogwarts students

The weather in August can be unpredictable, from warm and cloudy today to swelteringly hot and sunny tomorrow.Every morning the birds sang in the cool and stillness of the morning, mingling with Brian's loud cries as the loudest alarm clock.

"Wow-"

From the first day I came back from summer vacation, I almost never woke up later than eight o'clock, and the culprit was the little baby in front of me who was showing a few small teeth and was kicking his limbs.

"Why is my room so close to him!" I looked at my mother complaining, she was waving a magic wand to change Brian's diaper and apply baby powder, and said impatiently: "Ask the agent who sold the house, Why sell us this house with only three bedrooms."

"If only our family lived in the village!" I changed my clothes and said indignantly as I brushed my hair, "It's like a red brick cottage or a burrow. You can add as many bedrooms as you want, and I want to live in the village." The highest level, stay away from you, especially Brian!"

"Then you have to give up your TV, DVD player, and Mr. Anderson's pizza delivery first." Dad came upstairs to replace Mom, let us go downstairs to have breakfast first, he gently rocked Brian in his arms, the kid Leaning his head on Dad's shoulder, he smiled innocently at me. "Kelly going out later?"

I reached out and squeezed his little hand, it was round and fleshy, and each finger was very small, when Brian was not crying-it was still cute.

"...Yes, we have an appointment with Hermione." I said absently, "You don't have to take me there, we have an appointment to ride a bicycle together."

"I remember Hermione, a smart and cute little girl." Dad put the drowsy Brian back into the crib. "Is she going to watch the World Cup with us next month?"

"Yes, it's her." When I went downstairs, I hurriedly took away the two breakfasts on the table and stuffed them into a picnic basket to take away. My father shouted helplessly behind me: "What about my breakfast?— —”

"You can make another one for yourself!" I closed the door with a smile, put the picnic basket into the front basket of the bicycle, and rode out of the driveway.

The verdant and lush shade fell on the bicycle and me, and the breeze brushed a few hairs around my ears.In order to avoid the bitter heat of summer, I held the front of the car crookedly and rode in the shadows. The refreshing shade is a hundred times stronger than the scorching sun.

Soon I arrived at my destination - outside a two-story hut owned by Dursley on the door plate, a white birch tree was planted outside their small yard, bathed in sunlight.The clusters of green leaves are shiny and verdant, and the branches are growing vigorously, stronger and more powerful than when I first saw it.

"Jingle Bell--"

I rang the bell of my bicycle, and a long series of crisp bells rang throughout the respectable Privet Street. The neighbors around opened their windows to look out and chattered, but there was no decent gentleman or The lady came forward and yelled at me: "Stop!"

Through the window, I saw Mrs. Dursley covering her face with her hands in a fuss, while the chubby Mr. Dursley opened his mouth and yelled something.Not long after, the door to the Dursleys' house was opened and my boyfriend trotted out.

"—Stop her!—every day—" Mr. Dursley's angry snarl leaked through the crack of the never-closed door, and I couldn't help but tilt my head and smile at Harry with a raised eyebrow. Said: "Do you want me to correct this problem?"

"What's wrong? It's just a little habit of yours." Harry rolled over with one hand on the fence, and took the initiative to kiss the corner of my lips, "And this little habit is great."

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, and after lightly kissing, I reacted and asked, "What trick is written in that book?"

"This doesn't belong to that book!" He avoided my eyes, raised his legs and straddled the back seat of the bicycle, and put his arms around my waist.And I didn't ride away until Dudley Dursley, his cousin, hissed us on the lawn, and he said in embarrassment: "This is--it's a plot from Aunt Petunia's TV series." .”

Only then did I ride my bicycle away with satisfaction, and the crisp bicycle bell rang again, mixed with the sound of our laughter, and I drove all the way to a familiar place: the small park of my secret base.

Although I had said that I would only see Harry during the World Cup, I couldn't bear to ignore him completely, given that he would be living alone with the Dursleys for two weeks.

From the very hesitant first meeting to the later period, I would ride a bicycle to wait for him at the door of Dursley's house every morning.We occasionally cycled in the nearby neighborhoods; occasionally stayed at the secret base for a day; occasionally went shopping, and we reluctantly parted until dusk and sunset.

Harry spread the brown-red plaid cloth in the picnic basket by the lake, and took out the food one by one and placed it on it. I filled the new cotton under the huge stone and organized a comfortable nap area. .

"What's this?" Harry took out a stone bowl with a gradient of azure color from the depths of the picnic basket, and looked it up curiously.

I sat down with the picnic cloth and changed my position to lie lazily on his lap: “That’s an ice bowl—it ​​was given to me by my grandfather on my birthday last year. Pour juice and water into it, and you You can get a bowl full of smoothies."

We stayed here for a whole day, picnicking, chatting, or just leaning together and staring at the sky by the mirror-like lake.The rays of the setting sun in the afternoon pierced through the woods from behind.The leaves pass through the sunlight, and the green light is reflected on the back, like a transparent green glass bottle.

"I can go home tomorrow," said Harry, who was drinking chocolate milk and slurping the bottom of the bottle with a straw. "Sirius bought a new motorcycle and he's coming to pick me up."

"Great - say hello to him for me." I yawned and ate the raspberries stuck in my fingertips one by one, leaving red traces of juice, "After you go back, we can't See you every day. I guess that's the real off-site meet."

"Have you applied for your tent site yet?"

"Of course, my grandpa applied for it. Our whole family will live in it, so it will be a big vacant lot."

"Is it distributed according to the number of people?"

"I don't know, but I think it should be."

Then we talked about the Quidditch World Cup team. Harry didn't know much when he stayed at the Dursleys', and I could occasionally glance at the newspaper or listen to Dad's complaints to tell the difference.

"...England lost, it seems to have lost to Transylvania." I snapped my fingers and recalled, "Ireland defeated Peru, and Wales lost to Uganda. Now everyone is waiting to see Scotland. What about the team's results?"

"I envy you all," Harry said, "The football game on TV is what I've watched the most these two weeks, as if Dudley could lose weight just by watching the game."

"He looks grumpy," I said worriedly, since Dudley was twice as strong as Harry, "didn't bother you this morning, did he?"

"No." Harry turned his head to look at me, "the nurse at Smelting Secondary School wrote a special letter, implying that there are no more trousers he can wear in the school. We have been eating grapefruit these two days. If there is no You, I guess I'll just have to write to Sirius or Ron begging for some food."

Fortunately, there was Sirius, otherwise Harry would still be the same as before at this time, although he was tall but thin, he could fall down when Dudley pushed him.We looked into each other's eyes, and we didn't know who couldn't resist leaning forward first, and ended the day perfectly in a French kiss.

In the early morning of the next day, Harry went home on Sirius' motorcycle. The Dursleys were short of breath in the face of the indifferent and arrogant Sirius. Harry described the situation cheerfully in the letter he sent, Even Dudley was so frightened that he even rolled up the stairs and wrote clearly.

In the face of the upcoming big day——the Quidditch World Cup, other days can only be regarded as small things. Even Harry and my birthday were just passed in a hurry. After a symbolic exchange of gifts, we Gearing up for the opening day of the World Cup.

The day before the opening ceremony, the Granger family drove to our house.The Grangers were disappointed to see how Muggle-like our family was, but they quickly covered it up and talked warmly to my parents.

"Mom and Dad always thought your house was going to be like the Burrow," Hermione whispered to me. "Ever since I went back and told them about the Burrow, they've been curious. Can look forward to."

"What does it matter?" I giggled, "My mom used to cook with spells, and that was the only edible option for her meals."

Hermione brought all the luggage, and she packed her homework and thesis in a carry-on bag: "I don't know how many days the competition will last... I just took it all, there is still a little homework left, we will Could be done in a tent - right -."

My mother gave me a sneaky glance, and I thought of the half-written homework, so I couldn't help showing an embarrassed smile: "Uh-ok, of course."

We had a delicious dinner together, we were taught a lot about teeth, and the Grangers were also very interested in asking stories about the wizarding world, and they were also very concerned about Hermione's situation at school.

"Hermione is amazing!" I waved my fork excitedly, "—the first grade, no professor doesn't like her! The final exams are basically all O, even the most hated Professor Snape gave Where is she?"

The Grangers were fascinated, they hungrily listened to everything about their daughter, and Hermione interrupted me, blushing, "Shut up - Kelly!"

Hermione stayed at my house that night, of course.I've already made a soft sofa bed, put it together with my single bed, put on a double sheet and blanket, and it becomes a comfortable double bed-even if we both roll on it, it doesn't matter !

Since she refused to eat after brushing her teeth, I had to put away my snacks and drinks and turn on a new TV show, Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, which recently aired.

"Is there really Sherlock Holmes in the world?" When we saw that Ms. Mai Baili asked Holmes for help, and it only took him a short time to deduce the whole process, I couldn't help asking, "Maybe he is also a wizard ...hidden among the Muggles."

"I think he's just a good made-up character," said Hermione, "but I'd really like him to be real."

"Girls! It's time to go to bed!" Dad knocked on the door, "Turn off the TV, we're leaving in the early morning!"

Hermione and I were taken aback and couldn't help looking at each other and sticking out our tongues.I quickly got up and turned off the TV, while she spread out the sheets and blankets, and with the breeze blowing outside the window, we fell asleep with our arms around each other.