[Deha] World Starlight

What, and then the Room of Requirement will display what you want in front of your eyes.

Harry walked to the window at one end of the white wall, turned back, and turned back at the man-high vase at the other end,

On the first pass, Harry narrowed his eyes and concentrated: I need a place to hide my things.

During the second time, Harry muttered something under his breath, but he wondered if there were many hiding places in the Room of Requirement, and each time they were opened, they were different.But he quickly denied such thoughts.

For the third time, Harry clenched his fists and looked ahead, inevitably a little nervous.I need a place to hide my stuff.Harry pleaded in his head, and the door appeared the third time he ran past.

Harry could hardly contain his excitement, and even his hand on the brass doorknob was trembling slightly.

"call……"

Harry took a deep breath, then turned the handle and opened the door.

Light slowly leaked from the crack of the door... However, the moment the door opened, Harry was completely stunned.

It was a spacious room, brightly lit, but empty.

No, not this room... Harry suddenly had a bad feeling that something must be wrong... Do it again, Harry.He comforted himself, then closed the door and took a few steps back, watching the door slowly disappear and turn back into a white wall.

"I need a place to hide things, a place to hide things with a lot of things in it." Harry muttered these two sentences like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and then opened the door that appeared in front of him again with a heart.

"No, it's still not right." Harry scratched his hair in a broken state, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

He staggered a few steps, backed away again, and started circling again before the door completely disappeared.His voice already sounded a little hoarse, and there was some emotional madness mixed in it.

"I need a hiding place - give me a hiding place!

"Give me the room with the Ravenclaw diadem, please—"

Harry threw himself on the white wall that represented the Room of Requirement, but this time his hands that were outstretched were clenched into fists, and they slammed on the wall hard, one after another.

"Please..." Harry sounded like he was about to cry, "please, please..."

However, no matter how much he begged, the white wall did not undergo the miraculous change before.

By the time Harry trudged back to the Slytherin dungeon, the sky outside had already turned pale.

But there was no light in his eyes.

Harry uttered the slogan hoarsely, thinking that it was a good thing he wasn't in Gryffindor, otherwise the fat lady would definitely say a few words about him even if she let him in.

After he entered the lounge, he walked a few steps and casually collapsed on the couch closest to the fireplace.

Harry was lying on the couch, his head tilted to one side, watching the flames flickering in the fireplace.At this time, he suddenly understood some of the things Sirius had said to him all the time.

"..."

Harry narrowed his sore eyes and thought to himself: No matter what, I must find another chance to go to Myrtle's bathroom.

In the morning, Draco suddenly realized something when he stretched himself out of bed under the comfortable and soft quilt, and the expression on his face that was still a little confused became sober in an instant.He lifted the quilt and ran to the other side of the bed without even wearing slippers.

As he thought, Harry didn't come back all night.What that bed was like last night is what it is now.

Draco snorted, the corners of his mouth curved in an extremely mean way.

"Hey, Draco." On the way to the restaurant, Goyle called him cautiously as if he was about to do something bad, and Crabbe looked around like a sentinel.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, in a bad mood, he didn't want to know what the two were up to.

"This morning, Tony Brown got up early to write in the common room because he didn't finish his History of Magic homework... Guess what he saw?" Goyle lowered his voice.

Draco glanced at them: "See what? I don't care what you see."

"He saw Harry! He saw Harry sleeping on a couch, with soap stains and wrinkles on his wizard robes, and his hands were still red and swollen!" Goyle said angrily.

Observed quite carefully.That was Draco's first thought; that old bastard Filch!This was his second thought.

"It's just that although Harry and you have had an awkward fight, but...you know we still can't let outsiders bully our own people!"

Draco waved his hands impatiently, and said coldly: "Do I use you to teach?"

Although Draco said confidently that there was no problem at all, the reality was that when he saw Harry sitting at the long Slytherin table in a mess, he didn't have the courage to go up to say hello.

Draco clenched his fists and took two deep breaths before he was ready to walk towards Harry, when he saw a scene that made him instantly angry.

"Harry. Hey, this—" Hermione turned half of her body to her side, and greeted Harry while sitting in Gryffindor. Neville and Ron sat opposite her, and all three of them had a certain expression on their faces. Harry's familiar concern.Seeing Harry turn his head to look at them, Hermione directly asked the question in her heart: "What happened to you? Are there still Slytherins bullying you?!"

Harry was threatened by the tall Slytherin in the corridor before, and the story of the final counterattack was spread throughout Hogwarts almost on the same day.

But no matter how powerful Harry is, he can't beat those muscular Slytherins, not to mention that there are some narrow-minded people in Slytherin.Hermione thought, glaring at the entire Slytherin table.

"I'm fine." Harry waved his hand at Hermione, "It's just that there were some minor accidents last night, and I didn't have time to change."

"Don't worry about me," Harry said with a final smile.

Hermione wanted to say something more, but a large group of owls flew in flapping their wings, and the whole restaurant was in chaos.

Hermione turned her head helplessly.

Harry received a letter and a package, a box bound with brown paper and twine, with a note written by Remus.

[In the box are new chocolates I made (yes, that candy shop in Hogsmeadry bought me all the chocolates I had on hand), which can be eaten when the class is boring, but Harry still has to pay attention to the class of.

As for teaching at Hogwarts, I really hope to have the opportunity. ]

Harry ignored the box full of chocolates and opened another letter on the table.

Harry thought it was a letter from his parents until he opened it.However, he didn't expect that he guessed wrong.

The letter was written in slender cursive script in purple ink.

Harry hadn't expected to receive a letter from this man at all.

[Dear little Harry:

Did you quarrel with Xiaolong?

Mama Sissy. ]

Harry turned his head to meet Draco's gaze, but Draco turned his head away quickly.

Harry looked at the back of Draco's head, then looked down at Narcissa's letter, and suddenly laughed, his dull mood improved a little.

Although Harry also felt that it was really naive for him to argue with an 11-year-old little devil, especially after this incident alarmed one of the parents (or maybe just the mother), everyone in the family would definitely will know.

Harry covered his face... Although he also wanted to reconcile with Draco, it was difficult for both of them to step down in the current situation.

Especially when all of Slytherin was pushing him out.

Harry rolled his eyes, dodged the third person who tried to accidentally bump into him in the hallway, and stared back.

"Oh, still an acquaintance..."

"Brian, don't be afraid of him." The tall Slytherin boy who had been petrified by Harry visibly flinched under Harry's gaze, and his partner immediately said beside him.

Harry watched the guy named Brian puff up his chest pretentiously, but the expression on his face was very strange... Harry actually saw admiration from his face, he thought his glasses should be dirty.

"A bunch of boring brats," he muttered under his breath.

Harry felt that he was only slightly frustrated last night, but that was nothing, especially compared with those things he had encountered before, this incident was simply insignificant - although he had some serious problems because of this incident. made some bad assumptions.

But he had heard good news today, about the Halloween troll event and Snape's that he had missed.Neville didn't know why Snape was trying to pass Hagrid's big three-headed dog, but Neville didn't know that Snape was trying to make sure and protect the Philosopher's Stone from being taken by Quirrell. He had been bitten while walking, so it was highly likely that they would come to the same guess as he had.

Everything about the Philosopher's Stone was going on in an orderly manner, and that was the only thing that made Harry feel more at ease.

As for Professor Snape still playing the role of the suspected villain as always, Harry could only silently show him his growing admiration.

And there is another good thing, that is, the Quidditch season has arrived, and even though he can't play by himself, Harry is still looking forward to the Slytherin-Gryffindor match tomorrow.

Thinking about it this way, he hasn't played with George Fred and the others for a while because of too many things...

Although Harry was always thinking about all kinds of good things and things that made him happy, he was still very anxious in his heart.It's like facing an important exam, you feel that you don't care so much, but you are still very angry.

Harry seemed to laugh off the Room of Requirement, but only he knew how much he cared and wanted to do something about it.

All the negative emotions were kept in his heart, day by day, he felt that he was about to explode.

This situation completely exploded when facing Draco.

Harry himself was writing the letter quietly in the room, but he listened carefully for even the slightest movement.There was no denying that Draco was almost relieved when he entered.After all, some things require someone to take the first step, so he felt embarrassed and had to go down the steps that had been set up.

"Harry..." Draco finally spoke after being silent for a while. He walked from the door towards the table and finally stood behind Harry, "I think we should talk."

"What are you talking about?" Harry took a deep breath, while calming his beating heart, he pretended to write something on the paper.

"Can you put your letter aside first?" Draco was obviously unhappy seeing his perfunctory look, and even his tone changed significantly. He raised his volume and questioned Harry, "Do you think writing letters is better than talking to me?"

There was also a fire in Harry's heart, and this unknown fire exploded into his mind almost as soon as he heard Draco's angry words that were not really angry. "What are you talking about?" Harry looked at him with his head tilted. "I became friends with Hermione, Ron, Neville, and George Fred from Gryffindor? You wouldn't like to hear it."

"Then you can say something I like to hear..." Draco put on an air, his tone sounded like "I should be the only one in your world" to Harry's ears.

In fact, Draco was very guilty at this time, but Harry didn't know it.

"But all I can say now is what you don't like to hear, Draco." Harry sighed, his mouth seemed to be out of his control, saying everything he should and shouldn't say, " I originally thought that you should be different from those Slytherins outside, but then I discovered that some things are not a matter of position, but nature."

Draco's expression stiffened as if under a petrifying spell.

Harry looked at Draco... with a sudden surge of dislike for himself.But the impulsive words have already been spoken, why should he apologize now in this situation?He couldn't say anything to warm the situation.

So he put his scarf on and went out.

Draco stood there distraught for a while before he sat down in the chair Harry had been sitting in, as if exhausted.

The parchment letter was placed on the table, and there was only a rough start on it.

[To dear Draco:

I don't want to quarrel with you...]

But these two sentences were scribbled down again by a few strokes of ink.

"..." Draco leaned his head on the back of the chair, looked at the shining lights above his head for a long time, then suddenly raised a hand to cover his eyes, "I seem to have messed up something ..."

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☆、Christmas Matters Ⅰ

Saturday was sunny and cold with a little wind, perfect for a Quidditch match.Although it was Saturday, the restaurant was as packed as it was during class, and everyone was looking forward to this first Quidditch match, sitting at four long tables, chatting happily amidst the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages non-stop.

eleven o 'clock.The stands around the Quidditch pitch were lifted into the air, and the three houses held banners and colors representing Gryffindor to show their support. Slytherin, who was squeezed into the only piece of green, looked lonely and pitiful.

In the Slytherin stands, which didn't feel at all alone, Draco sat in the first row, next to Goyle and Crabbe who wobbled as if afraid of heights.At this moment, the Quidditch players had already walked out of the locker room, but Draco didn't look forward, but looked left and right as if looking for someone.

Harry doesn't seem to be here?

Of course Harry didn't know that Draco was looking for him, because he was taking advantage of the Quidditch match to go about his business and had just climbed up to the second floor.

Deafening shouts and cheers came from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and from the corner of Harry's eye, he saw a spherical black figure flying into the sky.

"Everyone was outside happily watching the Quidditch match, Harry." He shook his head and teased himself. "Only you took this opportunity to run to the girls' bathroom."

The bathroom was clean and quiet, which was a relief to Harry, because Myrtle's absence was a good start anyway.

Harry calmed down, thought about the best outcome and the worst outcome, and then went to find the unique faucet according to his memory.

While Harry was concentrating on his own guessing, the Quidditch match outside was in full swing.The big Slytherins of the team relied on "recklessness" to score consecutively, and Gryffindor had just pulled back a victory, and their morale was high.But before the fiery atmosphere subsided, a Bludger rushed viciously towards the Gryffindor stands.

"Damn it!" Either Fred or George sped up to the Bludger and gave the Bludger a hard stick, and the Bludger roared and flew away.

But not long after, the ball changed direction and rushed towards the Gryffindor stand——

"Oh!" Neville ducked to avoid a blow.

"That's not right," Hagrid helped Neville up and sat up. "The Bludger won't fly toward the stands on its own initiative."

At this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars and began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked desperately, his face ashen, the ball just flew over his head.

"I figured it out," gasped Hermione, "it was Snape — look."

Ron grabbed the binoculars and saw Snape standing in the middle of the stand opposite them.He stared at Neville, muttering quietly.

"I guess he's jinxing the Bludger," said Hermione. "Got to do something..."

"What to do...uh..." Before Ron could finish his sentence, Hermione disappeared.

Harry lowered his head and stroked the side of the faucet, he could feel the bending of the snake's body on the skin of his index finger, and the icy cold pierced into his skin like needles.

Harry closed his eyes, his heart sinking for a rare moment.He had never felt this kind of mood since he was born, even on that night that decided life and death.

"Hit..." Harry licked his lips, trying to remember what Parseltongue had said.

"Open."

The temperature in the bathroom seemed to drop a few degrees in this "hissing" sound like a snake spitting coldly.

Both George and Fred noticed the abnormality of the Bludger, and the two of them stood in the Gryffindor stands one after the other, holding sticks in their hands.

"Hey, George." Fred hit the Bludger far away with a stick, and then smiled and looked at his brother, "Is it enough to add 10 points?"

The Bludger spun around nimbly in the air, and flew back with a "swoosh".

George stuck out his tongue at Fred, rushed forward and gave the Bludger a solid smack.

"That's the one I should add 10 to," he said with a wink, and Fred gave him the thumbs-up.

However, without the two of them noticing, the Bludger changed a more tricky angle and rushed towards the stands, and the Gryffindor students even fell several times while avoiding it.

"Oh god!" The Weasley twins closed their eyes.

But the accident didn't happen——

Hagrid stood up from the stands and swung his big fists to the Bludger who was charging towards Neville.

"Oh man," said George and Fred together, "handsome!"

Hagrid's beetle-like eyes became darker and brighter due to anger. Ron, who didn't know what else to do, could only put his hope on Hermione, clasped his hands together and called her name again and again.

Harry reluctantly turned on the faucet next to him and washed his face. Just now he changed at least three tones and said in Parseltongue: "Turn it on."

But clearly, the situation here is more serious than the Room of Requirement.

"Although two hitters on the team were tied up by what Wood called a 'nervous Bludger', Merlin also kept the remaining Bludger from favoring them." Lee Jordan With the final commentary, "Gryffindor's Seeker Olivier caught the Snitch while the opponent's Seeker looked down at the show! He caught the Golden Snitch!! Gryffindor wins!!! "

Flint, the Slytherin captain, was still yelling indignantly, but to no avail.The whole Slytherin complained, and although Draco didn't yell angrily like the others, he also had a gloomy face.

But it wasn't because Slytherin had lost the match that he was sullen.

Even if he broke his own head, he couldn't imagine that Harry hadn't come to the Quidditch match!Leaving Harry's love for Quidditch aside, isn't he great with the Gryffindor team?

Draco stood up. He had grown a lot in the past three months, and at first glance he looked a little thin.His gray eyes were filled with the freezing cold of a black lake, and you couldn't see the emotion in his eyes any more than you could see the water beneath the ice.

He is mad!

But so what?

Harry finally resigned himself to his fate after the Quidditch match, like what Sirius had said long ago?Basically, what they can change are things related to themselves. It seems that there is a kind of power in the dark that restricts Harry's words and deeds. For anything else, the doors and windows of the world will close.

Harry found a remote corner and talked to himself for a long time, and finally realized that basically he couldn't say anything that would have a big impact, especially those words that would affect something or end something early.What else could Harry, who was bored with such a fact, do?He could only accept his fate, at most he would complain in the letter with Sirius.

James finally wrote back to Harry before Christmas, writing very bluntly: [I heard Narcissa tell your mother that you and Draco had a fight?Alas, son, it’s okay, Dad tells you from the painful experience of those who have been there: quarreling is not terrible when you are in school, but it is terrible to quarrel after you get married (there is a big drop of ink here).Scared the hell out of me Your mother just came out, but she's in the shower now, we won't be talking about Quidditch because of time.Dad will tell you as someone who has been here: the first year of school is to experience the atmosphere of celebrating the holidays in school, so your mother and I plan to go on a trip during Christmas.

Your poor father who only has Christmas holidays. ]

"..." Harry looked at the last signature of James on the letter, and really wanted to send this letter home for his mother to see.

Christmas is coming.

The first snow of this year fell at night, and when Hogwarts woke up from a dream the next morning, it was already covered with several inches of snow, the surface of the Black Lake was covered with hard ice, and the temperature in the cellar dropped again .

Harry, who was going to send a letter to the owl hut, happened to see George and Fred cast a spell on several snowballs to make them chase Quirrell around, and finally some of them fell on the back of his hood... Harry thought With pleasure, he stretched out his hand from the window and gave them a thumbs up.

Although the two people who were having fun at the bottom couldn't see or know it, Harry knew it!

——The one wrapped under Quirrell's turban is the famous Voldemort.

After the snow falls, it seems that the breath of Christmas has become stronger, and everyone can't wait to look forward to the holiday.Moreover, the temperature has dropped sharply recently. Although the common rooms and auditoriums of each college are raging fires, the corridors are very cold, not to mention the herbal medicine class and the protection of magical creatures class that need to go out of the castle... At this time, It showed the will of the Slytherin students tempered by the cold, and the temperature in the basement classroom was only a little bit colder than the cellar.

So while the other students were eager to stick to the cauldron, the Slytherins still sat upright.

"I really feel sorry for those people..." Draco said as he stirred the potion with leisurely elegance, and next to him, Crabbe cautiously asked Harry about Christmas.

"Harry, you're not coming home this Christmas? I..."

"Well, I stayed at school because my parents had business to go away." Harry replied without waiting for Crabbe to finish speaking, and when he found out, he smiled apologetically at Crabbe, and then went on to fiddle with his potions.

"They had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because the family didn't want them." Draco finished slowly, although he only looked at the potion in front of him when he spoke, but anyone who listened to this Everyone knew who he was talking about... before Harry said that.

Blaise elbowed him next to him and whispered, "Draco!" He thought it was such a coincidence that he thought Merlin was trying to punish Draco on purpose.

It happened to be the time to make potions, and Snape went out with his cloak in a hurry, so neither Draco nor Harry made loud noises without hesitation.

Harry, who was weighing out the powdered lionfish spine, ignored the commotion.

"...I don't know," Draco said puzzled and hesitant, "Harry didn't tell me he was staying at school for the holidays." He looked at Blaise, and there was something resembling helplessness in his voice.

"Professor Snape registered the list of students staying in school for the holidays in the common room that day, and we all saw that Harry signed it..." Pansy's voice trailed off under Draco's gaze.

"I……"

"At that time you went upstairs to get something." Harry sprinkled the lionfish spine powder, which had been weighed to an exact score, on the potion in the cauldron in a spiral shape. I can't do anything about the romantic world."

After the powder completely sank into the liquid medicine, light purple crystal-like bubbles formed immediately.

"You can come to my house." Draco blurted out without thinking.

"I miss Sissy's mother very much too." Harry said evasively, sucking up some liquid medicine with a rubber-tipped dropper.

Just when Goyle and Crabbe were discussing in a low voice, "Are these two people reconciled?" Before any results were reached, Professor Snape, who had been away for a while, pushed the door in, and the temperature in the entire classroom suddenly dropped. A few degrees.

"Today I'm going to teach you a very basic potion," Snape said hoarsely, his eyes sweeping across everyone, "basic, but simple. So it's enough time for you to complete this potion perfectly while I'm away." potion. Now, who's done? Send the sample up front."

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time, and stepped forward to hand their own droppers to Snape.

"Oh, translucent crystal purple. They are all the same without any impurities." Snape looked at the light for a long time, "This proves that you have a good grasp of the fire temperature and powder specific gravity. I don't want to, but I have to Admit it, both bottles are perfect!" He finally said, "Gryffindor and Slytherin each add 10 points, and the two can go back."

Hermione smiled sweetly at Harry, with a sense of reassurance, knowing that Draco's words were heard by the whole classroom.

"Now, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger can choose to stay in the classroom or dismiss get out of class first..." Snape looked at everyone and smiled darkly, "The rest of you, if you can't dismiss get out of class If you finished this potion before, then you can only leave when it is ready."

It's really hard to describe the joy and pride when you get some other benefits because you have done something before others.

Now Harry was like this, like he had a bouncing rabbit or something in his mind.

"Since the two of you have no intention of leaving the classroom and dismissing get out of class early, then don't whisper to the students around you." Snape paced between the seats, and Harry saw Neville and Ron looking back while mixing the potion Snape's leg, whispered.

Harry waited until the end of Potions class before leaving the dungeon. Thanks to Harry and Draco, Goyle and Crabbe walked out of the classroom without incident.

Needless to say, Neville and Ron depended on Hermione.Harry had always felt that if Hermione hadn't been there, the two of them would have exploded the cauldron while they were stirring their heads together and whispering!

They were among the early ones, and when they left the dungeon and climbed the stairs, they happened to come across Hagrid carrying a fir tree that was going to be made into a Christmas tree.Hagrid's big, shaggy head was looming among the branches, but his voice was as loud as ever: "How are the little ones doing?"

"Forget it, I just came back alive from Professor Snape's black face and poisonous snake liquid." Neville was suddenly deflated.

"Okay, be happy, it's almost Christmas." Hagrid was very happy, "Professor Flitwick is decorating the auditorium, do you want to go and see it with me?" Of course Neville, Ron and Hermione are willing, Hagrid looked at Harry again, "Harry?"

"Oh, good." Harry agreed decisively.

Draco glanced at Harry, and Goyle and Crabbe brushed past them and left.When he reached the intersection half-blocked by fir branches, Draco deliberately turned sideways to avoid it, but Goyle and Crabbe who were following behind him inevitably knocked off many needles no matter how they avoided.

Harry, Neville, Ron and Hermione followed Hagrid and his fir tree into the Great Hall.The decoration of the auditorium has obviously come to an end. Twelve towering Christmas trees are placed in various parts of the auditorium, with different decorations on them, and there are the most indispensable things for Christmas on the walls-the hanging flower ribbons composed of holly and mistletoe .

Mostly mistletoe.

While Harry was thinking about something, the three people over there had already had a conversation with Hagrid about Nico Flamel. Hermione, who has always been diligent, planned to read a few more books before the holiday. Who the hell is Flamel.

Hagrid looked super terrified.

Harry pretended to observe the arrangement in the auditorium, but actually listened carefully to the conversations of the people next to him, and silently traced the timeline in his heart.

"We just want to know who Nico Flamel is, nothing else," said Hermione lightly.

Hagrid covered his mouth with a look of hatred and watched Neville, Ron and Hermione run out of the Great Hall...then he looked at Harry, probably thinking that it must be safe to talk to Harry. "Harry, do you have something to do tomorrow?" Hagrid sent out a sincere invitation, "Isn't tomorrow the first day of vacation, I think if you are bored in the lounge by yourself, then come to me." He smiled silly He said, "Although it's just taking care of owls in the hut, or going to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest to look after hippogriffs, if you're bored, then..."

"Okay!" Harry said happily, "I'm not bored at all, so I'll go find you tomorrow morning!"

"Then it's settled!" Hagrid waved his hand at him, and left first, "I still haven't packed a few things, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Harry waved happily.

Because I had to leave school by train early in the morning, there was unusual noise and chaos in the common room.When Harry entered the lounge from the stone steps, he felt that the atmosphere froze for a second inexplicably, but he thought it was his hallucination or something.

Without another glance at the group of threes and fours, Harry climbed up the stairs.

"This is a good opportunity, Harry." He said to himself on the stairs, "Draco probably won't come up for a while, so go back and write down what happened recently."

Blaise looked at Harry's figure "dumping" up the stairs, and asked Draco cautiously: "Have you really thought about it?"

"Of course." Draco smiled confidently.

"Okay then, good luck to you." Blaise and Pansy looked at each other, not optimistic about Draco's way of playing the tragic card.

Harry's secret diary, a gift from his first visit to Granny Bagshot's as a child, had always been hidden under a pile of things in the bottom drawer at home.After arriving at school, although it was blatantly placed in the bedside table, he secretly added several protective spells and no prying spells on it.

[Tomorrow is the Christmas holiday, and I am very excited to think about what will happen during this holiday.

Neville and the others should be able to know who Nicole Flamel is after this holiday, and by then everything will soon enter the countdown to the end, but I don’t know if it will be because of the chocolate frog (I may never know), Also pray in advance that Norbert will not cause them too much trouble.

Oh yes, and the invisibility cloak.Well, then, wouldn't Neville have to go through the danger of being seen many times before he could find the Mirror of Erised?

Also, Harry, please tell yourself no matter what the situation, you are the last resort.Be sure to think of a way to convey information, in case something unexpected happens and there is no way to tell others the news. ]

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——High school notebook

☆、Christmas Matters Ⅱ

In the early morning at Hogwarts, there was a thick cold fog over the snow-covered lawn, and the first thing Harry, who was dressed extremely warmly, did when he walked out of the school gate was to release Hedwig.

He wrote back a letter to Lily and James about Christmas, but he had to work hard for Hedwig. Harry estimated that they should have left Godric's Hollow by this time.

Harry walked on the layers of snow, breathing in the cold and fresh air