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Harry was running down the corridors, he had just come out of Umbridge's office, and he was caught and locked up by this pink frog on the first night of the second half of the school year - but the old bat's bloody Occlumency Lesson is next Monday, otherwise these two bumped into each other to watch a Frog vs. Old Bat - but most likely he couldn't avoid both, after all, Old Bat seemed to be with Pink Frog!

He walked halfway, his arm throbbing, he stopped, and realized that he forgot to take out the invisibility cloak, just at this moment a gust of wind blew past and dispersed the dark clouds, and the white and bright moonlight splashed on Harry's face, He raised his head. The wide open glass window in the corridor was facing the crescent moon.

"It's so beautiful!" Harry grinned. Such a beautiful moon seemed to have some kind of magical power that miraculously calmed his mood.

"Potter?" A questioning, uncertain voice suddenly came from behind Harry.

He doesn't remember anyone in the corridor!Harry turned immediately, hairs on end, and saw him.

A translucent pearly white boy in a Slytherin school uniform (he can remember the school emblem on the school uniform!) that appeared translucent under the moonlight, he was half a head taller than him.Slender, with a thin and angular face, half-length hair sticking to his cheeks and half covering his eyes, his lips are straight and straight, he doesn't seem to be the kind of person who is easy to talk—that's right, He's a Slytherin!

This is a strange ghost.Harry was pretty sure he hadn't seen him. —But he was a ghost.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't around, he could relax a lot.He's had enough of the finger pointing, especially since getting suspended by the Pink Frogs at the end of last school year.

"I don't know you," Harry said, and then it occurred to him that since he was a ghost, he might have seen his father, so he was mistaken?

The ghost boy curled his lips when he saw Harry who turned around. Under the ridiculous round glasses were a pair of emerald green eyes that were so clear that they could penetrate people's hearts and were brighter than the moonlight.

Those eyes were very similar to his friend's but not the same.

But just as pretty.And these eyes on this ugly face are very unpleasant.

"You know James? That's my dad." Harry didn't see the corner of the boy's mouth curled down, nor the impatience on his face.The night already made his eyesight so poor that he had to squint to see the spots moving at a distance, and his glasses made him better—at least not blind.

His voice was so lilting, with palpable joy.

"I've never met him, but I'm glad to know you." Harry's expression darkened a little, and then he smiled again. His smile was very bright, and the warmth was much better than the deserted moon outside the window. Not to mention that it is still winter, as if looking at this smile, you can feel the breath of life in the quiet Lake Windermere melting in early spring.

"I'm Harry Potter."

"Ah, a famous celebrity." The icy young man said so, his voice was still in the stage of changing, with a magnetic hoarseness, which was not unpleasant. — not like Ron's drake voice.

"I don't want that kind of reputation." Harry's expression faded, and he glanced at the ghost boy who was still standing there, "Honestly, it's inexplicable. My parents died, but I Because of the fame they got for my sacrifice—would you like it?"

"Maybe you just enjoy crowds and fame. After all, you are a famous hero, you should get those, don't you?" The ghost boy didn't buy him, and still spoke out the stereotypes others had about him.

But maybe because he was facing a ghost instead of a real person, Harry's annoyance was not serious. If any student said that to him, he would definitely turn his head and leave, but now he wanted to defend himself.He didn't want even the Ghost to think he liked the title.

"Of course not! Do you know what it's like to be the hero of someone else's fairy tale growing up? And at the same time your first 11 years were not happy, and all of a sudden you finally find out that you are not a marginalized As a modernized person, you are pulled into a beautiful world that was once unimaginable - but you know nothing about it, you don't know anything about the common sense that other people are born with, and you have to learn everything from scratch - while others treat you Expectations are high—because you are a hero everyone knows, you should be able to do everything!" Harry said as if he wanted to tell the ghost all his troubles, but he was afraid that his secret would be told to him Other ghosts - especially the mischievous and big-mouthed Peeves!

But—Harry glanced at the house badge on the ghost boy's uniform, and it was indeed that annoying house—he didn't look like Malfoy, so he shouldn't be yelling around, maybe He was as haughty and withdrawn as those Slytherin ghosts and never minded their own business.

"You are a student, and studying is your duty." The young man snorted coldly, "Don't make excuses for your laziness."

"No one stipulates that I should be born a genius! What's more, it's not me who defeated Voldemort, but my parents!" Harry couldn't help but approached the ghost, what he said was really annoying!

"Only those who know they are ashamed will yell. You are still in the corridor at this time. It seems that you are a complete lover of night tours. Of course, you don't have the energy to cope with your courses during the day." The tall and thin boy still couldn't speak. Forgive me, he is close at hand.

"You..." Harry, whose brain was seized by anger for a moment, raised his arms angrily, trying to grab his collar, but forgot about the boyish ghost in front of him.

His hand just passed through the boy's pearly white body, as if his fingertips touched the cold mist.At the same time, his reckless movement made his throbbing arm even more painful for a moment.

Harry immediately withdrew his right hand and held the painful area with his left hand. His mouth made a hiss, and he didn't forget to apologize, "I'm sorry." He said it sincerely and sincerely.

"The things around your neck are really decorations." The boy said, and he pursed his lips. "Standing here stupidly won't help you, or you can't even see the way to the medical wing."

After hearing this sentence, Harry subconsciously let go of the arm he was holding, and turned his hands behind his back in an attempt to cover it up. This series of actions was silly and ridiculous.

The gaze of the young man in front of him seemed to be looking at a fool.

"You've already found out." Harry said awkwardly, he also felt that he was being stupid.

"Don't tell me." The boy frowned, he had a bad feeling - he didn't want to be a mental trash can and still give a Potter, but he was a second late in speaking.

"It's Umbridge, she put me in detention, it's the first day of school, I know she'll use that quill, I guess she'll only use this!" Harry thought with a sort of glee To tell others about Umbridge's use of the Dark Arts, but he didn't want others to know what he was suffering. —Of course, if someone else suffered the same thing, he would come forward, but now he is the only victim he knows.

"I don't want to know." The boy said coldly, "Don't make me say it again."

"I'm sorry." Harry was like a swallow-tailed dog whose tail had just been clipped, his stubborn bangs frizzed down with his mood.

It made his tangy hair look soft, perfect for touching.

"If you're wasting time standing here again, maybe Gryffindor's house points—I just passed by there, and there aren't many left?" The boy only pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile that could be called expression.

What a Slytherin he was!After being reminded by him, Harry remembered the deduction and suspension given to him by the pink frog at the end of last school year. Of course, it was not the most severe deduction - the deduction king was still the annoying old bat!

"I really should go!" Harry put away these messy thoughts, and he looked up at the lanky ghost - he died before graduation, and he never appeared in people much (because he never saw He!) He must be a solitary ghost, perhaps ostracized by them!

A feeling of sympathy suddenly grew in his heart, even though the young ghost in front of him hadn't said a single good word from the beginning.

Harry hesitated and stopped leaving, "You haven't told me your name." He looked at the ghost.

The young man stared impatiently at the ugly face in front of him, which looked like his deadly opponent. The anticipation in those bright green eyes was so strong that he turned around after looking at each other for half a minute and then left.

"Are you leaving? Will you still be here tomorrow night?" Harry yelled, trying to chase after him, but the pearly white boy passed right through the wall.

Harry looked at the wall in the corridor that blocked his way, he sighed straight away, he turned around, the moonlight outside the window was so bright, a gust of wind came through the window, bringing the chill, and it was still What about winter!

Harry cast himself a Warming Charm and walked towards Gryffindor Tower, picking up his pace after leaving the corridor.

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