[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

Riddle's diary was lost, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

On this Christmas morning, I searched the whole house in front of Hermione.

There is nothing under the pillow, on the bed, in the quilt, or in the cupboard.

I even searched Hermione's bed in the house, carefully, and checked under the bed, but there was nothing.

I tossed all morning and found nothing.

"Hermione, have you taken a notebook from me?" I asked Hermione for help after confirming that there was no such thing in the house. paper."

"No. Ginny, is this what you've been looking for all morning? Since it's a notebook, why is there only one page?"

Hermione was puzzled, in fact, she had doubts about the way I frantically rummaged through things just now.It's just that I acted too anxiously, and I could notice that there were actually a few times during which she wanted to talk to me, but was scared back by me.

At this moment, I sat down on the bed and spoke first, finally giving her a chance to care about me.

"I often tear it out and use it as a note..." I pursed my lips, "The love letter I wrote to you in the first grade also used the paper torn from the top."

"Pfft," Hermione laughed, "'Love Letter'? So it's a love letter? I thought it was just you praising me... I didn't expect Ginny to have a crush on me."

She poked my waist with her elbow, and said easily: "If Malfoy sees that you like me so much, I'm afraid he will be angry, hahaha, he will definitely pull you to feed each other in front of me every day to show me ,right."

Hermione almost collapsed on the bed laughing, her exaggerated reaction was not for anything else but to liven up the atmosphere.

After Draco showed his position, she deliberately mentioned Draco to tease me. I can understand her kindness, but...

"Then have you ever seen such a notebook in the house? Or as long as it's a notebook, no matter what it is? Or, besides you, has anyone else entered this room today?"

If I can't find the diary for a moment, I can't feel at ease for a moment.

Even if it's a strong support, I can only give her a perfunctory smile at most.

"No... I didn't see anything except a few pages of your parchment. Besides, no one came here except Mrs. Weasley last night." She paused for a few seconds and shook her head. I couldn't find any clues that could help me, "but she just took away the tray and the milk cup, nothing else."

"Ginny, is that notebook very important? Did you memorize the auxiliary materials related to your homework content?" She seemed very eager to do something to help me, "The fourth grade course content is indeed more difficult than before , but it doesn't matter, I can help you wherever you don't know."

"fine……"

After hearing Hermione's words, I waved my hand at her weakly, and changed the topic, "By the way, do you still remember that Krum, and do you still have contact?"

"Ah, I, we are still in touch." Hermione was a little flustered, "But it's not the kind of relationship you think, we still maintain a pen pal relationship."

Although there are pros and cons to whether or not to talk about the loss of the diary, maybe I can tell Hermione, after all, my plan before going to bed last night was to hand over the diary to the Order of the Phoenix.

But at this moment, facing Hermione's questioning, my first reaction was to hide it.

It was a reaction and an answer that I made without even thinking about it.

But maybe my brain has judged and weighed just now?

After all, Riddle's appearance and his words just now appeared in my mind.

I don't know how embarrassing the smile on my face is at this moment, but judging from Hermione's effort to perform harder than me, it must not be too natural.

With this awkward smile on my face, I spent my fourth grade Christmas break at 12 Grimmauld Place.

[We will meet again. ]

After Riddle left such words in his dream, he disappeared along with the diary.

On the day I was going to hand it over.

Even though I was at a loss, I didn't know what to do.I am now in a very passive situation. Losing the diary means losing the opportunity to test the Dark Lord, and I have to wait for his call.

Although I don't know what day he is referring to when we will meet again, but I think it should not be far away.

There are only three days in Christmas, and the first and third days are used to travel back and forth on the road, and only the second day is a complete vacation.

While they were drinking and celebrating, I was working hard to suppress my nervousness and the vague feeling that I had messed up things.

I rushed out all the papers during lunch, and memorized the whole book of 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' that Hermione brought back in the afternoon.

——This semester is Professor Umbridge. She agrees with the teaching method of teaching theory more than teaching practical experience, and believes that students only need to study.

So in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, except for reading that thick book that can kill people, it is forbidden to use wands to practice spells.

——This is also one of the reasons why Dumbledore's Army was established. Students need a place to practice their spells.

Due to my reasons, the final exam of this semester may not be as lucky as in the original book, and most of them will still pass the exam normally.

So it’s okay to prepare in advance.

——But even so, I can actually read the book before the exam. The reason why I do this is because I want to use busyness to distract my attention.

I really envy those who can empty their brains just for endorsement. Not only can I not empty my mind, but if there is another book in front of me, I can read the two books together.

Then back together.

At dinner, I used the 'cooking skill improvement ability' gifted by the system to show off my skills and make everyone dumbfounded.

Especially Tonks, she praised my cooking skills very highly. The simple hot and sour potato shreds made her surrender. She even snorted at me at lunch, and she seemed to be a different person after dinner. .

She pestered me to ask when I could meet again next year, and she didn't mind even though I was grimacing the whole time.

This matter is not so much because of Tonks' Gryffindor temperament, which is generous, enthusiastic, and does not hold grudges.

It might as well be attributed to the food of the florist.

……

You must know that the one who bought Tonks is just a dish of 'hot and sour potato shreds'. If you can give me enough chili, I think I can conquer the British wizarding world with real delicacy.

Unfortunately, I am not in the mood.

This went on until the evening, and finally there was nothing for me to do, and I could no longer find any reason to keep myself busy.

Annoying thoughts took the opportunity to get out of my scalp and come alive.

I feel like I've done a lot of things wrong, guilty towards Draco, guilty of everyone because of the diary, I'm dying of shame.

The realization that I would start digging into a corner when I had time to spare made me start to panic.

I went to Hermione's house to borrow paper, wrote and drew, and wrote endlessly on it about everything that might happen in the future.

——But the content is limited to my imaginary investment goals.

Because I can't write down everything about what will happen in this world in the future.

But investing is not so easy. Bill didn't come back for Christmas, and I couldn't get in touch with him through owls in this hidden house. Since I can't get the latest information from the outside world, the investment idea can only be for me a vision.

I was lying on the bed staring at the paper in my hand in a daze. Just when those shameful thoughts were about to creep into my mind again, I suddenly saw the wrist under the sleeve of my pajamas. My birthday present.

I seem to have suddenly found some inspiration.

According to what Draco said before, if there are art auctions in the wizarding world, then this means that wizards also have the pursuit and appreciation of art, and their evaluation of art will not hinder the artist's identity.

After all, most of what they pursue are the works of Muggles.

Then in the world of Hannibal before, my thoughts and thinking were correct, and what I planned was actually meaningful.

I can go back to my old business, borrow my identity as a time traveler, and lead the trend.

Maybe I can make a lot of money with this?

Money is tempting, until Hermione forced me to turn off the lights and go to bed, I was drawing various jewelry designs on kraft paper with a quill.Although I only have two inspirations, but for the modification of details and patterns, I have drawn more than a dozen kinds of sketches for one of them.

And I'm afraid I don't tell you, no one knows that the source of inspiration for the dozen or so seemingly wildly different design drafts is the same.

I finally found something that allowed me to let myself go, to let my mind go.

Until I went back to school after the festival, I didn't go through those horns again.But when I got back to school, I still deliberately walked around Draco, avoiding him, like before the prom.

This holiday, I have a new understanding of the relationship between myself and Draco. This understanding prevents me from pestering him unscrupulously and falling in love with him as sweetly as before.

Part of it was 'I don't think about a future with Draco'.

Part of it is because 'Draco made a serious move to give me an account, not only is he not a liar like I suspect, he can even be said to be serious and sincere'.

Seeing him like this will double my guilt.

Because after realizing my true heart, I can't respond to his heart at all, because I haven't thought about the future, so I can't give him a response.

Skip breakfast, go straight back to the Gryffindor lounge after class, have lunch brought back by Annie or Hermione, skip dinner as a way to lose weight.

No longer participating in the "Dumbledore's Army" party, Annie and Hermione are both participants, and they will go back to the dormitory every night after the door is closed.

At that time, I can ask them to teach me alone.

That way I pretty much avoided every time and place where I had to meet Draco.

As long as I don't look at him, I won't think of him, and I won't think of the future because of thinking of him, so I won't feel guilty.

Escape is shameful, but useful.

I had expected it to be fine.

However, I have forgotten how different Draco is now from the Draco before the fourth grade prom. Because he always shows the same side in front of me, childish and loving, so I didn't realize his appearance at all. other than changes.

I also neglected that our relationship is actually different from the beginning, we are now boyfriend and girlfriend.

How could he still allow me to unilaterally avoid him as I imagined?

So on the first day of school, after the first period, I was dragged outside Hogwarts by that bad-tempered boyfriend without having breakfast, and kissed forcibly under the big tree in the middle of the lawn.

The blueprints in his arms were scattered all over the place.

The author has something to say: Well, I’m rushing to draft the manuscript first, and I’ll send you yesterday’s red envelope after Chapter 3 is released.