HP leap time

When Harry came out of Dumbledore's office, the clock struck twelve, and it was time for lunch.

He told Dumbledore what happened last night without hesitation, and of course omitted everything that should be omitted, including Draco. He didn't want to talk about Dylan and the boy's rainbow daily life while talking about the prophet.

The reason why he decided to tell the headmaster is also very simple, this is Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore is qualified to know this, and he can only choose to sort out the clues through the headmaster.The bad thing is that the headmaster seems to understand something that he doesn't quite understand. Through his serious expression, fortunately the headmaster said that the other party should not come again, which is exactly what he wants.

Even though there are many mysteries, even if they are mysterious, he can no longer bring back the enthusiasm and impulsiveness of his youth, and his burden is enough to bear by himself.

When he walked into the hall, it was bright outside the window, and the air was full of the smell of sandwiches and roast goose, and the sound of clinking china.

The violet carpet snaked out from the corridor, and Harry walked past the Slytherin dining table in its direction, subconsciously looking up for the familiar golden touch.

No...Harry was a little disappointed in his heart, and he confirmed it again. In the uniform color of silver and green, he always had a clear goal. If he didn't have it, he didn't.

Draco didn't come to dinner, where would he be?Haven't calmed down yet?

Harry couldn't help but think of the inexplicable argument of last night.

"Don't be silly, Potter." The wind brushed his forehead. "I will not forgive you."

"Ha..." Harry felt that he was at a disadvantage in embarrassment, and his heart was sour that he was about to move, and the thing called childish jumped out again, racking his brains and thinking of illogical reasons for himself.

You see, you never lied to him, did you?

You have never betrayed him, and Dylan took it for you, so in the end, there is no wrongdoing, and there is no need to ask for forgiveness...

You see, he is very happy with you, he just can't accept it temporarily.

So... there's no need to be angry, right?

"You shouldn't care, do you?" Harry said uncertainly.

Could it be that his meaning was not clear enough, Draco's eyes flickered, or did the savior think that everyone had a brain like a giant monster like him, did he think that everyone could save all things like him! ?

Before he came and waited for the other party to answer, Harry's heart suddenly thumped, and a thought floated in his mind. "Will you tell anyone?"

"what?"

"Oh! You will definitely tell your father about everything that happened tonight! Draco." Harry's face became ugly as he thought about it, Lucius is Voldemort's loyal subordinate, no matter from Relationship or property Malfoy is a powerful family, as long as Lucius is interested, it is inevitable that he will not investigate himself, or seek information from those Russian prophets.

"What do you mean, Potter," Draco hissed, feeling offended.

"Obviously, you tell your dad everything..." Harry was obviously immersed in his own world, he said a little depressed. "The virtues of childhood..."

Draco's eyes widened again, almost staring his eyes for the rest of his life tonight.

"Is your brain full of gills, Potter?" he said through gritted teeth, grabbing Harry's loose hospital gown, his fingertips feeling warm from the warming spell.

So, is this the bastard who floods when given some warmth?The guy with the livid face just now, but his whole body was tense and his eyes were cold and sharp like a battle-tested fighter flashed in his mind...

Ah, to feel humiliated!

Harry's body was slumped, and his face began to turn red as his body temperature rose.

He stared at himself intently with those irresistible green eyes.

"Go away." Draco pushed him hastily, apparently forgetting that it was him who was approaching at first, and he didn't know whether it was his sudden strength or the other person's body didn't exert much force at all, Harry staggered back several steps .

Shaking his head, Harry inexplicably spoke again.

"Actually, you can treat me as..."

Harry felt his cheeks heat up.

"Dylan's... I think."

How dare he mention it?Draco raised his eyebrows, anger and humiliation surged in his body, layer by layer, almost drowning his reason again.

"I won't forgive you, Potter!" he repeated angrily. "You will pay for your deceit and offense!"

Like a frightened little ermine, Harry thought, feeling warm and almost drowning from the warmth of the ermine's warming spell.

Harry didn't show any sign of guilt. Instead, he looked calm and composed, squinting his round green eyes and looking at him with interest.

He actually looks so much like that white eagle who likes to squint and smack his lips, that cute little friend of his...

Damn, damn, damn...

His Dylan!

And shameless scars!

Draco straightened his body, and the harsh words have been put down, so we must start well and end well.

He raised his head, raised his pointed chin, and habitually threw out a Potter-like disdainful expression.

"I know your secret, Potter." He smirked mysteriously as if he really knew something. "So your aggressive words just now have no effect on me."

"This will be my handle." He said dangerously, his tone drawn out slowly. "So be careful, or you will be expelled from school."

Harry blinked, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, why was Draco so funny when he was a child?How had he not discovered it before?This little bastard is really full of childish little calculations.

Draco gave him one last meaningful look, then turned around and sank into the dark corridor, the robe drew a perfect arc behind his slender back, and then trembled like a wave into the night.

Ah, are you really angry?

No longer recalling the long yesterday, Harry looked at the Gryffindor dining table, where the red-haired boy raised his head and waved his golden goose legs excitedly towards him...

The white swan swam across the black lake, drawing two long ripples.

On a new day, the rare sunshine floats in the air.Harry sat down in his seat, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"You missed an interesting survey, Harry," Neville reminded, sticking his head out.

"what?"

"A stupid question." Ron tapped his spoon on the nearly bottomless plate of polenta. "About first love."

"That's because you didn't." The brown-haired little witch raised her chin to refute him, she looked at Harry and continued. "Selina was here just now, the girl with the belt on the outside of her gown, and I'm sure she's going to be a love counselor in the future."

"Strange job, you seem positive, Hermione," said Ron. "Are you going to be an assistant?"

"First love?" Harry asked with a little interest. "What did you answer, Ron."

"Well, I'll come, I'll come, I'll learn." Dean cleared his throat, showing a hesitant expression, as if he had been hit. "I like the one with a better figure, and it's better to be more charming, and it's best if it has curly eyelashes..."

Dean showed a hazy look again, "This is my ideal first love."

"Hahahahahaha..." Harry looked at Ron's flushed cheeks and leaned back with a smile. "I bet she wasn't looking into this."

"Don't mention it..."

"Harry?" Ginny flicked the red hair hanging down her ears, holding a golden notebook in her hand, with a little baby fat on both sides of her cheeks, looking innocent and cute.But Harry knew how charming she would be growing up. "You missed the investigation."

Harry looked up, waiting for what to say.

"Selina asked me to fill it up, you know I promised to help her." Ginny's face was the same color as her hair.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Ron smiled awkwardly from the sidelines, earning his sister a roll of eyes.

"Let's talk!" George swayed over. "Don't make things difficult for our little sister."

"Tell me about your sweet first love, and your first night together..."

"Hey!" Hermione couldn't help laughing. "Harry hasn't even had a girlfriend." Then he looked at those slightly dodging eyes with some uncertainty. "Did I guess right, Harry?"

"Uh, of course..." Harry was a little nervous for the first time in front of everyone. "I mean……"

"Aren't we together every day? Like you know."

The little brown-haired witch looked at him solemnly, with a bad feeling rising in her heart.

"Actually." She frowned. "We haven't been with you very long recently."

"We only eat, sleep, and do homework together, Harry." Realizing that the center of the attack had shifted, Ron hurriedly joined the conversation, and he said with a malicious smile.

"There's still class," Harry added.

"I'm not sure if you left after sleeping at night."

"Okay...but that's life."

"No, Harry, in fact you probably spend all your free time with some mysterious girl."

Looking into Hermione's shrewd eyes, Harry threw up his hands begging for mercy. "You weren't like this before, Hermione."

The brown-haired girl snorted proudly, "You have to know that girls are always more delicate and gossip in certain aspects."

"Is that why you're interested in the subject of first love?" Ron held up a glass of lemonade.

"That's not the point, Ron." Fred smiled, holding Harry's shoulder.

"Stop making trouble." Ginny looked at the group of big boys displeased.She opened the notebook and picked up the black curly-tailed quill, as if she really came to concentrate on taking notes.

"Tell me about how you feel about your first love." She looked shyly at Harry. "Whoever you like is fine."

"Are you talking about the ideal type?" Harry said, and everyone laughed again, and Ron gulped hard.

Harry laughed heartily, but his heart was beating violently.

There seemed to be crisp and crisp bells ringing in my ears, and Christmas music came out slowly...

The long window screens float, bringing a faint smell of sandalwood and parchment.

"Harry." The voice seemed to come from afar. "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Unable to bear it, he thought of Qiu.

But not because of autumn.

Just like he has always known, the person he clumsily and desperately wants to get close to, the person he worries about gain and loss, the person he occasionally has a heartbeat that cannot be increased...

It was never Autumn, and it was never anyone.

It seems that it has always, always been that inseparable...

There was a spasm in my heart.

In a trance, the golden forehead hair fluttered, and the gray-blue eyes were full of sarcasm...