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Harry was sitting on the bed, the lights were out now, and through the bed curtains he could vaguely see the faint light shining from the bed curtains opposite and to the left.

Harry also lit his wand. He picked up the jacket he had just taken off, and took out the photo taken from Snape's drawer from his pocket. He raised his wand so that the dim light from the tip of the wand could illuminate a photograph.

This is a magical photo, the person in the photo moves, and now instead of bowing his head like he did at the beginning, he raised his head and stared at the camera—as if staring at him.

Harry just felt a heat on his cheek, he didn't bring it back to see the picture clearly - he wasn't interested in the picture - well, a little, just a little.

Harry lay down, his wand close at hand, he took off his glasses and put them on the edge of the bed, then pulled the covers up and hid under the covers, keeping the photo within easy reach.

He found that the person in the photo seemed to move, and a shallow smile seemed to explode on his expressionless face for a moment. Harry rubbed his eyes, and felt that it was an illusion.

The teenager in the photo seems to have stood for a long time. He walked to the side and was about to walk out of the range of the photo.

"Hey!" Harry couldn't help shouting, he reached out and touched the boy, but this was just a photo, not a portrait - the people in the photo couldn't interact with him.

But it seems that the click is still very useful, the boy did not leave, he sat down, it happened to be under the tree, he took out a book from his pocket and flipped through it, the shade of the tree fell on his face , making his face like a veil of light and shadow.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and he just grabbed the picture and stared at it until his eyes were sore, he blinked, yawned, his head sank in a daze, and just kept holding on to the picture His shoulders were stiff, and he was called away by the god of sleep. He let go of his hands, and the photo stuck to his chest and then slowly fell on the bed.

Harry fell into a bizarre dream. In the dream, he met the teenager in the photo. He stood up from the shade of the tree and approached him. He reached out and stroked his cheek...

Harry opened his eyes, frowning, and pulled back the covers to look at his wet trousers.

"Merlin." He groaned, pursing his lips gloomily, pulling the covers over his head like an ostrich with its head buried in gravel.

Then his hand stretched out from under the quilt to touch the glasses beside the bed.

He struggled for a while, then pulled the quilt away abruptly, took all his clothes and hugged him in his arms, took out a pair of clean underwear from the drawer, ran into the bathroom like a gust of wind, closed the door and locked it.

"Dude, are you eating bad?" Ron yawned, who was just a step away from entering the bathroom. After standing for 2 minutes without getting a response, he had to go back to the bed, hugging the pillow and rubbing it left. He squeezed the upper and lower eyelids that had barely overcome the fight.

Harry decided to forget about the morning's embarrassment, he was not going to tell anyone about his ridiculous dream.

It was just a photo, and it was impossible for him to fall in love with a person in the photo at first sight—let alone a man.Although he looks pretty good, although he is not very handsome, he is impressive. He can imagine his appearance with his eyes closed. It is all because of the black and white photo. He can only imagine that the boy in the photo is black. With dark eyes and black hair, he imagined him smiling at him - of course he didn't like a person in the picture!

Harry poked at the fried eggs on his plate, maybe he should get a girlfriend.If Hermione hadn't told him yesterday that he had a boyfriend, he wouldn't be like this, and still have that dream about a picture!

So all he needs to do is break up with that so-called boyfriend and get another girlfriend.Let's start with the dance at the Slug Club this time. He will find a dance partner, and then try to pursue her!

Harry frowned in confusion, but he couldn't do two things, he had to separate himself from that boyfriend who appeared out of nowhere, but he didn't know him.

Maybe he can pretend that he doesn't know this person, but what if this so-called boyfriend comes to him?

If it doesn't work, just fight, he doesn't like men, and it's been so long, why hasn't his so-called boyfriend come to him!Sure enough, there is no boyfriend at all!

Harry persuaded himself unilaterally. He drank all the milk in the glass in one gulp. Recently, he grew another centimeter. Sure enough, milk is still useful!

"Harry, are you free?" Ginny came over, and her best friend behind her waved to her and gave her a cheering gesture.The smile on Ginny's face became even brighter, like a fiery red dahlia.

Harry wiped his mouth, put down his glass and stood up from the seat, he stood in front of Ginny and nodded.

"What's the matter?" He suddenly had a hunch that it was Ginny who gave him a drugged drink, although he didn't feel poisoned or cursed-well, he did lose something about him The memory of his boyfriend, but this does not hinder his life, he even felt ridiculous for the first time when he heard that he had a boyfriend, after all, he only likes girls.

He wouldn't be clingy with a man, it's disgusting to think about it.

"Have you found a partner?" Ginny asked generously, "If not, can you consider me?" She looked at Harry nervously and expectantly.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Harry subconsciously said, he was indeed going to pursue his dance partner just now, but Ginny—forget it, he can't steal other people's girlfriends.

"I've already broken up with him." Ginny's expression changed.

"I only see you as my sister." Harry added, "I don't like you." His tone was very firm.

He glanced at Ginny again, and suddenly found that she had grown into a beautiful girl. Her fiery red hair repeatedly reflected the sun's luster, soft and thick, and was held by her ear with a silver butterfly clip.

Even her freckles are just the right amount of cuteness, and she has a pretty heart-shaped face with a healthy blush on her cheeks.

Even so, Harry pursed his lips. If Ginny broke up sooner, if he didn't have an invisible boyfriend, maybe he would consider - no, forget it.Ginny was his sister, and he didn't want to complicate his relationship with Ron and the other Weasleys.

That's fine now.

"But you don't have a partner, don't you? Your boyfriend won't accompany you." Ginny said with a pale face, and she stumbled, trying to redeem herself.

Harry walked around her, and he walked quickly towards Hermione, who glanced at Hermione, who had already picked up her book and was about to take a step ahead.

"Hermione, can I ask you something?"

"What?" Now it was Hermione's turn to have another bad premonition.

"Can you be my dance partner?" Harry smiled.

Hermione sighed in her heart, she had had enough of these friends who hindered her luck in the name of friendship!

But there was still a smile on her face.

"Okay." She would never tell her friends that it was Harry who came to her for a dance date first these days!

Sure enough, her luck was exhausted in the fourth grade!

Holding her book in her arms, Hermione waved away the bit of wasted girlish thoughts in her heart, and decided to make herself more fulfilling, after all, relying on love is not as good as relying on oneself.

She still can't imagine herself in love, so she might as well consider the materials she plans to check in the library.

Malfoy, sitting at the end of the Slytherin table, watched a play from afar, and he watched Scarhead approach the nerd, her hair as fluffy as her cat's tail, and he saw her nod. .

He'd known for a long time that Scarhead was interested in Granger.

Tsk, he knew there was no real friendship between a man and a woman.

The author has something to say:

I've been so busy in three dimensions recently, I'm almost bald.

I feel like I wrote a lot of polygamy (laughing and crying)

Harry thought: break up first and then find a girlfriend, I am definitely not gay!

Snape raised an eyebrow: There is a word that describes you very well.

Harry Horror: Are you silent when you stand behind others?

Snape: Gryffindor deducted 10 points, intending to step on two boats, and to deceive other people's feelings.

Harry puffed up: I didn't!

Snape: It seems you do like cupboards, after all our savior just doesn't want to grow up, it hurts too much.

Harry gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he was about to pounce on him and take a bite, pretending to be fierce when his mind was pierced.