HP leap time

Although the last thank you letter with his name on it was still not sent out, maybe he was shy, Harry thought.

"I don't know who sent it." After dismissing Ron, Harry stood up energetically and began to put on the clean clothes placed by the fireplace.

Standing by the full-length mirror, he began to try to pin those two shiny things on the cuffs of his shirt.

"Next point, go to the left, right...reverse down." The mirror kept guiding. "The collar is askew, dear."

Someone has already started to move outside the window. Hagrid is holding a Christmas tree as tall as him, walking in the snow step by step, leaving two rows of ravines of different depths.The remaining snow on the glass showed no signs of melting. Harry blew on it, then wiped it with his sleeve, revealing a clear patch.

Through here, Harry stared blankly at the icy lake and snow-capped mountains in the distance, which made him feel that he really existed in this world, a place that was still peaceful and full of vitality.

Unconsciously, the hard cufflinks rubbed delicate scars on the glass.

It seems that it has been a long time before we can have such a warm Christmas again.In the war years, full of fighting and unrest, Christmas was a code name rather than a part of life.

How can there be any life!Harry smiled wryly, before the candles could even be stuffed into the red lanterns, every living person said Christmas peace to each other with the corners of their mouths, and then turned around to commemorate another sleepless night for the dead.

"Harry!" Ron called from the door, and both he and Hermione stayed at school to spend Christmas with him. "Come on! I want to try your new broom!"

"Right now!" Harry broke away from the momentary depression, what was he thinking?The room is bright, and the smell of freshly steamed bread can be heard from downstairs from time to time. This is his current life.He grabbed his coat and golden red scarf and went downstairs frolicking.

Life goes on, doesn't it?

At lunch time, they went to the hall to eat as usual. The four long college tables were all moved to the wall, and the lanterns hung with balloons only illuminated a square dining table in the middle.

Dumbledore smiled kindly at them under the pale yellow light, and McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Sprout sat together.

There were very few students left, except for a few shy first-year students who sat there awkwardly, and only a few older girls.

To Harry's surprise, Hufflepuff batsman Cho Chang was also sitting there whispering to a brown-haired girl.

When Harry sat next to Ron next to Hermione, she looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile.Qiu's eyes are big, very dark and moist, especially with the light and delicate makeup, the shape of the eyes is more beautiful and moving.Whenever she smiles, she will bend into a crescent moon, always gentle and make people want to get close.

She seems to have deliberately dressed up today, always with a small silver star embellished in her satin-like black hair, rippling with intoxicating luster under the extra candlelight.

Ron bumped Harry's shoulder and motioned Harry with his eyes, and Hermione lowered her head and smiled foolishly.

Harry smiled back at her with some embarrassment, then lowered his head, covering his twinkling eyes with his eyelashes.

Of course he remembered Qiu, that was the first object of his heart, not to mention that he liked it very much, maybe at a certain time, a certain place, maybe in a certain afternoon with dappled lights, and then a smile, and then gently rippling Every inch of air in the room...

This kind of emotion comes and goes quickly, just like the smell of sweet bread that is about to dissipate in the air that cannot be controlled, it is always easily covered by the smell of ice and snow in winter.

During the war, Qiu was a loyal soldier and a partner of DA. Like all the students who worked hard, she did her best to contribute. Harry respected her very much and appreciated her equally.

Harry knew the other was still staring at him hotly, from the whispered words between Ron and Hermione and the cryptic laughter.In desperation, Harry concentrated on tasting the turkey on his plate, pretending to be distracted.

Fortunately, Dumbledore started talking and blew firecrackers.The firecrackers exploded amid the exclamation of everyone, a large witch hat with a top, and there were specimens of mountain carvings on the hat.Attention was drawn, and Ron changed the subject and began privately telling Harry about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class he had missed, even though he had told it countless times, about Snape and women's clothing.

In the harmonious environment, if one ignores Snape's constant look of disgust at the hat on Dumbledore's head, Harry is content to finish the lunch full of colored stripes and sequins.

Farewell to the professors in turn, Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to visit Hagrid first and then go to the Quidditch field to ride a broom.

Turning around a Christmas tree full of ribbons and bells, they stopped their lively conversation about Quidditch and the library in surprise.

A slender figure stood behind the tree.

Cho stood there, smiling, Harry's slender figure in his eyes.

"Ooh!" Ron rolled his eyelids and let go of Harry's hand. "I remembered that I was indeed going to the library to look up information about the water of life and death."

Hermione snorted, and couldn't help but smile, she looked up at Ron with her chest in her arms. "Looks like you'll only be out snowshoeing with some always-busy guy for a while."

The pig teammate easily pushed him into the fire pit and gave him an encouraging wink.

Soon, there were only the two of them by the Christmas tree, standing thinly in the hall, Harry thought, and was whipped by the cool draft.

"If you don't mind." Qiu's voice came softly, a little shyer than she remembered, and she blinked her eyelashes like butterfly wings. "I just found out there's a nice broom closet behind this tree, if you want to hear from me?"

"Nice broomroom?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Yeah!" She lowered her head and turned around lightly while Harry was slightly taken aback, holding his hand. "very nice."

Sure enough, there was a door hidden behind the tree that was not easy to be found. It was located in the center of Gryffindor Tower and the auditorium, tall but well hidden.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, no one knew the door better than him.

Her heart was pounding, feeling a sense of intimacy, and Qiu pushed the door open, and with a creak—a cloud of dust rose up.A small room dominated by red appeared. It was dusty here, and there were a few old brooms with forked branches scattered around. The white light shone in from the huge window sill, lighting up every room in the empty room. A speck of dust illuminates.

There is neither the small single bed nor the cosmos-colored carpet that doesn't match the color, and the familiar window sill is also covered with thick dust, and the light-colored gauze curtain is tied aside by a thin rope ...

So this room is a broom room?It was already a tidy house when the elves cleaned it out.Harry's eyes flickered, and the wonderful sour taste echoed in his nasal cavity.This room carried almost all his emotions about the war, and it was like a lock without a key. When he was evasive and cowardly, when he was afraid that his true thoughts would be discovered, when he let go of all defenses Like a bumpy and tired lost dog... it locks it all up and hides in every neglected corner.

And his loyal friends and comrades-in-arms, who have cried, hugged, comforted, and slept through every sleepless rainy night...

Harry couldn't help reaching out his hand, trying to untie the pastel gauze curtain that was tied up. Ron once said that this is the only thing with beauty in the room. It is very light, so it can breathe in every breeze Spinning and dancing, disturbing the fragmented projections in the sun, floating on the window sill under the moonlight, and then blurring the scattered enemy tents with lights in the distance...

With a gentle tug, the loose single-ear knot unravels.

The familiar soft touch of dust brushed over the cheek, and then stuck it back to the cold glass decadently.

Nobody would remember this place anymore, not Ron, not Hermione, Draco...nor.

In the end, there was only one person left here, and only his secret was locked.

"Harry?" Qiu's voice pierced through the complex memory, turning around, the truth was clear and clear.

Harry suppressed the sudden loneliness in his heart and turned his head to look at the girl who was breathing in his palm, he almost forgot that he was not alone here.

"Merry Christmas!" The girl took out a pink gift box from her robe, held it in her palm and handed it over.

"Thank you!" Harry took it politely, and opened it under the other party's gesture.

Inside lay a string of rainbow-colored glazed bells. Harry picked them up with his index finger, and the small things collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

Harry couldn't help but blushed, he didn't quite understand why Qiu would give him something that little girls like, does he seem to like this kind of guy?He looked at Qiu suspiciously, and he was vaguely expecting that this string of bells would have other functions besides being beautiful...

"It will sing tunes with different rhythms according to the environment and atmosphere!" Qiu smiled, gave Harry a playful look, and took the bells from Harry's hands. They danced and sparkled at her fingertips.

Seeing Qiu happily hanging it on the corner of the window sill, Harry twitched his mouth, well, he doesn't know much about little girls.

Almost immediately, the little bell began to spin and strike rhythmically.Soft and soft Christmas carols emerge from every syllable.

The sound was nice, Harry thought, maybe Hermione would like it.

"Harry?" Qiu was no longer as active as before, she approached Harry, looking at him with her black charming eyes. "Have you ever liked anyone?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed, becoming ambiguously bright, and Harry couldn't help but tremble.The first thing that came to mind was Ginny, the only girlfriend he had ever had, who had separated after the war started, ending their brief romance.Whether it's love or not, he still doesn't know, just like he never figured out whether he really likes Qiu.

For him, love seems to be always shrouded in a fog, always in the clear description and performance of others.He has been arranged all his life, passively, passively liking someone, passively forcing himself to like someone.

He looked down at the girl whose eyes were full of affection, just like himself back then.Maybe Qiu is the only girl I have ever liked?Even if it was short, it was really moving.

This feeling is quite strange. When he starts to become outstanding and powerful, more and more people respect and admire him. There are also excellent girls like Qiu, but none of them make him lose his composure.Harry looked into her eyes and couldn't help being absent-minded. Perhaps it was the regrets of his previous life that made him hesitate and become passionate.

"Maybe?" He replied with a smile, his brows and eyes full of smiles.

Qiu seemed to be extremely moved, her thin white fingers wrapped around a few strands of soft black hair, and her teeth tightly locked the painted lower lip.

Maybe she only did this to the tall and handsome Cedric?Harry couldn't help but enjoy the pleasurable satisfaction.

"Who is it?" She asked with a sweet smile.

"Who knows." Harry subconsciously leaned against the window sill and sat on it. Such a familiar sense of belonging!Scary and nostalgic.

Qiu leaned over, and she was fascinated by the lazy and casual appearance of the golden boy of Gryffindor.

"Shall I teach you?" She stretched out a hand, and cautiously approached the pair of green eyes that became transparent and crystal clear under the snow light.

Harry's figure stiffened for a moment, and he closed his eyes casually between those delicate and soft fingers.

"If you like someone, you will inadvertently look for him in the crowd." Qiu's voice echoed in my ears along with the crisp Christmas carol. "I want to look at him, I want to see myself in his eyes, I want to see him, I want to smile at him, I want to talk to him, I want so many things..."

Is this a confession in disguise?

"I want...to get close to..." Her voice suddenly became hazy and confused. "Imagine, someone you like... imagine her wearing a black evening dress for you."

Harry really couldn't help thinking about something, as if he really believed a little girl's seduction.

But when his eyes were blindfolded and his vision became dark, the memories that had passed for a long time became hotter and hotter.

"Hi, Potter."

Whose voice is coming from?

Didong... as if something fell to the bottom of my heart, it burned up in my heart, burning my blood and scalding my skin...

It seemed that a picture really appeared in front of my eyes, the night of late autumn replaced the cold snow of winter, and the moonlight spread from behind the man.

you are back?

He just smiled, his thin but dull blond hair was scattered on his pale forehead, and the half canine tooth exposed at the corner of his mouth reflected the moist smile at the corner of his eyes...

The picture suddenly changed, and a young man with pale blond hair was sitting on the side, so close that he seemed to be within reach.

The wind brushed his green cheeks, and his light-colored eyes looked at the lake and mountains in the distance.

The picture seems to be still...

Plop plop.

Who is beating?

……

blah blah blah...

It seems that some strange memory came to my mind. Qiu asked himself to think about the person he likes, and the little bastard couldn't help but broke through the darkness and ran out... It seems that I have failed emotionally, and there is no one worth remembering. girls.

Plopping, Harry felt his cheeks were hot, and his heart seemed to be pinched and struggling non-stop.

He humbly swallowed his saliva, but couldn't help but tense up. Could it be a sequelae?Since drinking Snape's potion, there has been no sequelae...

Just as Harry appeared, a warm breath came over his face.

Almost subconsciously, she turned her head, and the moist and hot kiss fell on his chin.

Opening his eyes, he met the other party's stunned wet eyes.

"Sorry." Harry cast his eyes down, his long eyelashes casting blurred shadows on his eyelids.

It may be that the jerky Christmas songs are too disappointing, or it may be that the air is not smooth enough, or it may be that the fog just now drowned out the only heartbeat and interest.

Almost suddenly he lost any interest in Qiu.

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The author has something to say:

What a long chapter!

The author squeezed out the time to take a bath to update! >:-

It is estimated that there will be no time until the 26th, after all, it is really too busy (too miserable). (bitter face)

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I still remember when I wrote this article, due to the early registration of my pseudonym... I missed the list of newcomers (by the way, I learned about this list later -_-), I felt uncomfortable for a while, because I had the mentality that no one would read it wrote this story.So I want to finish writing well, this is my own story!

Unexpectedly, there are friends who support me, and those who support me from the beginning! (╯3╰)(╯3╰) I'm really happy! (Moved with teary eyes) You are always there!

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