hp pounding

The next day, Harry sat gloomily at the Gryffindor table, his schoolbag stuffed with books from the library, which he planned to return.

He shouldn't be seeing Prince for a while - maybe - and Harry didn't think about it anymore, the second rib in his left chest was in a dull pain, as if it had been hammered with a stone hammer.He was so bored that he couldn't even arouse the milk that he had been drinking recently, so he picked up the glass of his favorite, pumpkin juice instead.

"Dude, are you breaking up?" Ron next to him naturally found his friend who had fallen asleep after returning to the dormitory early last night, and he didn't even have the mood to touch his homework.And when he woke up in the morning, his friend didn't say a word, as if he had lost the motivation to speak, his face was expressionless as if someone owed him Galleon.

Harry spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, and he pulled out a tissue to wipe the juice dripping from his mouth and down his neck.

"I'm not, I'm not in a relationship!" Harry said firmly.His face was hesitating between white and black, and was finally dominated by pink.

This is definitely not anger!

"Well, if you say no, you don't." Ron shrugged, and he put a hand over his mouth and whispered "whisper" to Hermione so loudly that Harry could hear, "He Come back after lights-out time, maybe spend the night out one day. He loves 'studying alone' since school started, maybe one day he will steal your know-it-all sign." He winked at Hermione

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're studying every night." Hermione put her hand over her mouth and couldn't hide her laughter. Obviously she also heard the meaning of Ron's words-what could make Harry Li changed his style and studied every night--I'm afraid that studying is fake, but getting along with someone is real.

"I am indeed studying, but I will stay in the dormitory these days." Harry pouted, he picked up the buttered bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and he decided to ignore all the teasing of his friends - rumors Stop with the wise!

He didn't fall in love!He will never see Prince again!

Harry took a bite of the bread and stared blankly there, mechanically chewing and swallowing the food.

He really didn't go to see Prince because of that?

Wake up, he's dead and he's a ghost now!He's still working on the black magic used by ghosts! —Maybe he just wants to change the status quo, he just wants to touch him.

Prince is not like the other ghosts, nor is he like Peeves.Peeves can touch things, why not Prince?

Should he stay away from him just because he was studying the dark arts?

Harry frowned deeply, staring bitterly at the glass of warm yellow pumpkin juice in front of him in a daze.

After breakfast, he got up and followed Ron and the others to the classroom.

he does not know.

Prince is his friend, no, he likes him.But he also did hate the Dark Arts - as he should, shouldn't he?

And the people he likes like to study black magic.Perhaps this was a mistake from the start.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled down, he was dying of pain.Could it be that all the Princes he knew were false? ——No, he could feel the same happiness in Prince.They were so happy together that they both lost track of time.

After being dazed all day, Harry couldn't quite remember what he had learned, and only begged for the notes Hermione had sorted out so that he could make up for these lessons.

"Oh, Harry, what are you planning to do in the future?" Ron asked suddenly while walking, "The results of OWLs have affected our entry into advanced classes, so it is necessary to plan careers in advance—but, Snape Only those who get an O in OWLs can enroll in the Advanced Potions class - and even if they get an O, they may be kicked out by him, which is really too harsh."

"So if you don't take an O, wouldn't you be unable to become an Auror?" Harry stopped and said to Ron, "Ron, you really have to work hard! But I believe you can do it under Hermione's supervision." .” He said and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"Brother, isn't your ideal also to be an Auror?" Ron was puzzled. During the winter vacation, they were still talking about Tonks and Kingsley's exciting experience in their work, which was simply the career they dreamed of.

"No, I want to stay in school." Harry froze after saying it.He wanted to stay because of Prince, but would he still think so now?

"Stay in school? You don't want to apply for that cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor do you?" Ron yelled, eyeing his friend as if he'd lost his mind, but—"Well, you If you can defeat the Dark Lord, maybe you can overcome his curse too."

He is still very optimistic.

"Perhaps flying lessons? If Professor Hooch retires," said Harry.

"It seems that you have already planned it." Ron thumped his friend's chest.

"Yeah." Harry pursed his lips, "But I can't give up Potions." That's Prince's best and favorite class, or he only has potions in his eyes.

So he shouldn't have to worry so much. Black magic research is no better than potion research.Prince was still brilliant - but his love for the Death Eaters made him miserable.

But—but maybe he was ironic last night?Prince always has to twist and turn such a sentence. In the end, who can understand his true intention?A Slytherin with a giant maze in his head!One day he will get involved himself and see what he does!

Harry wasn't sure what his ghost friend was thinking.But now he's not so angry anymore.

Maybe he should go to the Room of Requirement - no, he's not going back!It is possible to go anywhere as a ghost, maybe he will no longer be there, even if he goes, he will not be seen.

"Harry," Remus walked towards his office after class, and happened to meet Harry and Ron who were about to go back to the dormitory, "Long time no see, I've heard Sirius complain for a long time, and you haven't contacted him."

"Ah! Remus, long time no see!" Harry smiled, and after he mentioned the fact that he hadn't contacted the godfather, the smile on Harry's face stiffened, "I was busy studying after school started so I forgot, I'm going to contact him tonight!" He didn't dare to say that he was so busy making friends that he forgot what Sirius said to use the two-way mirror to contact every night.

Surely Sirius wouldn't like Prince - was he a ghost or a boy.Neither of these would please his godfather.Maybe Sirius would even try to get him and Cho Chang back together.

Harry's face was sullen, his mind preoccupied with how to contact Sirius without him being aware that he had made a new friend.

'He's in a relationship! Ron mouthed Lupine, and after finishing speaking, he took a picture of his friend to bring him back to his senses, and then went back to the dormitory alone.Leave room for Harry and Lupine - obviously Lupine had something to talk to Harry about.

"Go to my office." Lupine stroked his friend's child's hair with a lesson plan, with a smile on his gentle face, and he looked different from before. He was wearing a new wizard robe without any patches. It's not washed white, and it looks like it was made by Mrs. Malkin herself!

Suddenly Harry remembered seeing Tonks during the winter break, and her eyes had been following Lupine - so something good must have happened.

They came to the office and Lupine made Harry a cup of tea.

"Harry, Umbridge didn't do anything to you, did he?" Luping said after Harry had warmed his stomach with a sip of tea, hoping that the child would not recall the terrible things he had experienced because of his words.

"It's actually fine." Harry was about to shake his head in denial, but Lupine would always know about the confinement Umbridge gave him, and her insults to him in public, not to mention the Quidditch they all knew about. Suspension, maybe he already knows this.

"Then—" Lupine worriedly looked at this child who had experienced too much at such a young age, he couldn't do anything for him but reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"It's okay, I have…" Harry tried to say Prince but he stopped—wait—a thought crossed his mind.

Umbridge never really got into St. Mungo's by accident.But Dumbledore and the Aurors who checked the scene later determined that no one had used magic on the office door, and there were no signs of infiltration in the room.

Although an explosion destroyed the scene, they detected no trace of the potion from the shards of Umbridge's cup.

But—doesn't this just mean that it was made by ghosts—such as Peeves who can touch entities and Prince who can use magic.

And if Peeves wanted to play tricks on Umbridge, he would have done it long ago and wouldn't wait until now.

But Prince - he has no conflict of interest with Umbridge, he hasn't even met Umbridge, he's still a ghost of Slytherin, and Umbridge is pretty good to Slytherin .

Harry vaguely felt that Prince had done all that to get Umbridge into St. Mungo's.

If he did it, then chances are he did it for him.

Harry rubbed his hands over the warm china cup.That's Prince, his friend, who always meanders and won't tell him what he's done and what he's going to do.He even said some bad things on purpose, has a bad temper and likes to be alone.Maybe he will be lonely forever, as long as he has a cauldron and a pile of black magic books, he can live a lifetime!

But he is really gentle.

"Harry, what are you thinking about so preoccupied?" Remus asked curiously.

"Ah, I was just thinking about - the book." Harry paused, he hadn't planned to tell Remus about Prince, so he changed the subject.

"By the way, Remus, why is there a restricted area in the Hogwarts library? As long as we get permission from the professor, we can study black magic, but isn't the Ministry of Magic prohibiting black magic?" Harry asked suddenly.

The author has something to say:

Harry: The first day we broke up, I missed him.