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To get rid of a bad mood, let other things fill your mind—especially if it's more upsetting, like an assignment due the next day.

After the lights-out time, Harry, who wrote the last word by the light on his wand, yawned heavily.His eyelids were already twitching, he couldn't remember what happened in the cellar, and he forgot that he was going to brush his mouth, he even licked his dry and peeling lips - he forgot to drink after more than an hour of homework water.

Harry folded his homework on the head of the bed, pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes, relaxing his tense and stiff muscles, and he was quickly greeted away by the god of sleep.

Sunlight poured into the room through the glass windows, and shone directly on the heavy bed curtains. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in his ears. Harry frowned, and then the sun directly hit his face, and he uttered a groan.

"Ha." Harry raised his hand across his eyes, wiped his eyes, and squinted his eyes to look at the person who pulled back the curtain of his bed.

"The sun is going to dry your ass!" Ron sang, laughing and picking up the homework that Harry finished last night, he raised his eyebrows, and whistled, "Dude, you actually finished writing! I would like to lend you a reference." Fan?"

Harry had to prop up his upper body, he nodded carelessly, picked up the glasses stacked on the bedside and put them on, "Just return them to me before class starts." He lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After waking up, the dream was as pale as morning frost and the sun dissipated like smoke. He only remembered that the dream last night was too chaotic, and he couldn't say whether it was good or not. Waking up - maybe it's just too much homework to stay up late to do it, which is the nightmare.

After washing up, Harry took his schoolbag and walked out of the dormitory with Ron and the others, and met Hermione on the way to the auditorium.

"Remember when we found Malfoy in Knockturn Alley in Diagon Alley? I found it..." Hermione excitedly shared the news she finally found after searching for so long to her friends.

"You found what Malfoy was messing with!" screamed Big Mouth Ron.

"Can't you keep your voice down?" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and said, she looked around and found that the students around her were all looking over, so she had to shut up, "We'll talk about it during the lunch break." She closed the book in her hand , I really want to pretend that I don't know this big mouth who is afraid that no one will know what he is doing.

Harry frowned, and then he remembered what happened in the cellar last night that he had forgotten. Snape, who took the wrong medicine, insisted that he was the one who took the wrong medicine, and it was Malfoy who gave him the medicine.

Anyway, he doesn't believe anyone, he is convinced that his memory is not wrong at all, he hasn't forgotten anything, even the OWL exam, and he still remembers that his godfather is still lying on St. Mungo's bed.

So, indeed, Snape was lying to him.

Harry walked towards the auditorium irritably, listening to Ron's gossip, and Hermione correcting his gossip from time to time, and he remained silent until he saw Malfoy appearing in his field of vision, and they were not far away .

Harry thought for a while and walked over, "Good morning, Malfoy. Maybe I should thank you for the bottle of drink that you asked Jinny's hand to bring me."

"Scarhead, did you take the wrong medicine?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes, looking at Harry who suddenly appeared in front of him rudely.

"I just stopped by to say thank you." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, and he caught the momentary flash of discomfort on Malfoy's face, as if he had been exposed for a bad thing he had done-of course there may be more than one bad thing At least this young master has not yet achieved full marks in the course of covering up lies.

"Harry, what's going on? Did he drug you?" Hermione glared at Malfoy, eyes showing deep distrust.

"Granger, the accusation needs to be based on evidence, and now that he is standing here, how can I drug him!" Malfoy defended himself, his eyes were burning with anger, his pale blond hair was trembling, and he seemed to want to Stand up.

"That's not certain." Hermione pursed her lips. She believed that Harry would not accuse someone for no reason, especially when she found out what Malfoy had been messing with since the beginning of school, which made his words hard to be convincing.

"It's not the first time you've lied." She added another knife.

"Believe it or not." Malfoy snorted. He walked around the two of them and walked to the Slytherin table.

Looking at Malfoy's back, Hermione was subconsciously amused, so the corners of her lips curled up. She turned to look at Harry, "Did he really drug you?"

"I just bombed him," Harry said, but now he wasn't sure either.

He frowned sadly.

"If you think something is wrong, you can find your boyfriend. I know you don't want to talk to us about many things now." Hermione changed her posture and picked up her book, she teased.

"However, I can understand. People in love are always different." She said and looked at Ron who was entangled with Lavender again.Now she is the only one who is single, and that doesn't count—there is an entire library of books waiting for her to be lucky, and I am afraid that she will not be able to deal with these lovers until she graduates.

"Boyfriend?" Harry bit the word, and he pointed to himself, as if confirming again, with an absurd and dreamy expression on his face.

"Don't be so surprised, we all know." Hermione comforted Harry, "It's nothing, even if he is older than you, we can accept it."

"Can I know who he is?" Harry only felt top-heavy, and he was afraid that if he took one step, he would fall down to see Madam Pomfrey.

Why did he think of that greasy old bat?Could it be——no, absolutely impossible!Unless even Hermione was drugged by the old bat!

"Don't worry, we won't know until you tell us." Hermione winked at Harry thoughtfully.

"I mean, what is he like? I just want to know how much you guys know." Harry took a deep breath, gestured with his hands, and it was very difficult to stop himself from screaming, why did he wake up just after waking up? Have an extra boyfriend?

He is obviously a heterosexual, and he is sure that he likes beautiful and limp girls.Why did Hermione accept it so quickly!Did he miss too much or did the world become so crazy overnight?

"I really haven't seen it clearly, I only saw you on a date during Hogsmeade week." Hermione wrinkled her face in distress, and she recalled carefully, "I remember he was taller than you, with dark red hair. His hair is long enough to reach the nape of his neck. I don't see the face, it must be pretty well--well, I'm still waiting for you to introduce him to me."

Harry breathed out, "Redhead?" He felt himself step on the ground, finding his weight.

"That's right." Hermione looked at her friend in bewilderment, confused by the series of questions and asked a lot of questions, "Isn't it?"

"No, you're absolutely right!" Harry retorted quickly.

Good, he didn't have any deep contact with any black haired men, very good!

All that's left is to wait for his so-called boyfriend - who absolutely doesn't exist - to find him, just break up with him and solve this stupid prank!

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It's been a long time since I coded, looking for inspiration, there will be another update tonight.

Harry thought hard about the redhead he had a good relationship with: Could it be Ron?Impossible, older than me, can't be twins or Percy?

Snape: Gryffindor deducted 100 points, how many ambiguous objects do you have?