[Deha] World Starlight

Professor Ge squeezed into Trelawney's side from the crowd to comfort her, telling her: It's not as bad as you think, and it won't be after leaving Hogwarts. Then Dumbledore replied with a low "I" to Umri Very vicious question.

The foyer, which accommodated hundreds of people, fell silent for a moment, and everyone could hear the tense breathing of the people around them.

Everything that followed was as logical as if water would flow to a lower place. No matter what Umbridge's attitude was, she couldn't get any favors from Dumbledore.Whether Professor Trelawney is left to live in the castle (Umbridge watched Professor McGonagall take Trelawney upstairs, and the expression of Professor Flitwick following behind with luggage is really funny She really couldn’t be more like a big pink toad with widened eyes) or directly appointed the half-orc whom the other party disliked the most as the new divination professor.

Harry really loved the way Dumbledore calmly faced Umbridge like a madman. He thought all his classmates were thinking: Waiting for your appointment?Heh, what are you in front of our principal?

"The Ministry has the power to appoint a teacher only if the Headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate. I am happy to announce that this time I have. May I introduce you?" said Dumbledore cheerfully to a stunned Umbridge." This is Firenze, and I think the professor and the students will find him very suitable for teaching divination."

It is estimated that Umbridge will never have such an idea in his life.

But who cares what she thinks?

Draco looked the centaur in front of the door from head to toe, then narrowed his eyes at his light blond hair and amazing blue eyes, the light gray eyes were slightly darker: "Doesn't this mean that you look like the sky?" The centaur like the wonderful starry sky?"

"Huh?" Harry didn't realize what Draco was saying.

And Draco said another sentence: "It's too dark at night, and now I realize that he looks good in their horseman world."

Harry looked at the other's muscular limbs, covered in fawn fur.

The author has something to say: um——

☆, far away Ⅳ

Harry had never so agreed with anyone, not even James, Lily, or Sirius, Draco, or Dumbledore?Because human beings are creatures that can think independently, there must be similarities and differences. Harry is used to quarrels, debates, and conflicting opinions.

But at this moment, he was lying on the soft moss all over the ground, surrounded by lush trees, and above his head was the vast starry sky.The classroom was dimly lit, like a forest glade at dusk—Harry looked at the universe and felt as if he had understood something, but there still seemed to be a thick fog in front of him.

Harry heard Firenze's voice, but he couldn't seem to hear anything else...the sound of the opponent's hooves on the ground, the sound of the tail sweeping, or the voices of other students, Trelaw The rebuttals from Ni's supporters... All he had in front of his eyes and in his heart was the starry sky above his head.

"Maybe she has piercing eyes, which are called Celestial Eyes by humans, but her Celestial Eyes are clouded due to personal factors."

Firenze pointed to the most striking red star in the sky and said: "The changing astrology in the past ten years has always indicated that people in the wizarding world are only passing through the short period of peace between the two wars. The sparks of war are shining brightly above us, hinting that fighting will surely resume soon."

Maybe humans just can't see the future in sage and mallow smoke, but Firenze says that even centaurs can get it wrong sometimes.

Looking at the bright Mars above his head, Harry couldn't agree more with what Firenze said "so it would be foolish to put too much faith in such things".Of course, there is the next sentence, because he also proved with his own experience that nothing is infallible, even the memory of Harry Potter, who has been resurrected for a lifetime, is no exception.

"Is he a wise man in their clan?" After class, Pansy and Harry first chatted and asked when they walked from the woods to the corridor, "I think he is not only handsome, but also in his words All with mystery."

"Well, it's not impossible..." Harry pondered, feeling that Firenze looked at him when he first entered the classroom.

Like the starry sky, does it mean that the future will change with every flash (every flicker)?A small change will eventually affect the future of the entire world?

"Or maybe he's just one of them with a milder temper and a different way of thinking." Harry thought of the black horseshoe-shaped bruise on Firenze's chest, and hoped that the other party would not get involved in these crap things about wizards. Come.

He looked back at the closed door of No.11 classroom, thought of something, and sighed again.

Most people in this world know that some things they want to do, are doing or have done are thankless or even completely unnecessary, just a waste of time-but you can't stop doing what you want because of this Because even the centaurs don't know what will happen tomorrow.

Whether a thing is really a waste of effort is not judged by others.

Soon, time passed from the gloomy March to the stormy April in a hurry.The temperature was like a mild and windless winter. The cold rain connected the sky and the earth for several days, and the water level of the Black Lake rose suddenly. Harry, who was oppressed by his heavy schoolwork, really wanted to take a walk on the lawn in the sun.

But he hadn't seen a blue sky for a long time.

During this time, the professors and those around them are constantly reminding them that the OWLs exam is getting closer.Fifth graders are more or less under pressure, forgetting whether it was a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff girl who suddenly burst into tears during herbal medicine class, whimpering that she is too stupid to pass the exam and wants to leave now School—it turned out that she was the first to receive Madam Pomfrey's sedative, and it caused quite a panic among the girls.

Harry really couldn't understand such a wonderful animal as a girl... Especially after Pansy talked to him intermittently all afternoon, from homework to Quidditch training and back to homework, after Harry finally borrowed his homework After giving her a reference, I started talking about relationship issues.

"To be honest, I really envy you." Pansy had a melancholy smile on his face, "You and Draco, I've never seen better than you...Look at me..."

Harry kept his astonished expression on his face, completely confused about what Pansy was trying to say, and wasn't she and Blaise always like that?What is he going to answer...?

That's when the "best" Draco came back with a teacup in perfect time, all the conversation he'd just heard: "Honestly, Pansy, you're just short-sighted."

Pan Xi, who was told by this sentence, didn't know how to continue to be depressed: "..."

"Also," Draco glanced at her, "If you don't want to copy, there are thousands of troops waiting."

Pan Xi stood up very neatly and waved his hands: "Let's talk another day."

Harry: "..."

But even though he finished his homework, Harry always felt like he forgot something... what was it?

The next day, Harry realized what he had forgotten in a state of annoyance—the whole school was full of gossip, and "No. 20 Education Order No. 20" replaced "No. [-] No. [-] Education Order" Posted all over the school, everyone in the castle seems to have heard that Dumbledore escaped after subduing the two Aurors, the senior investigator, the Minister of Magic and his junior assistant, but the truth of the matter In the end, there are a thousand conjectures for a thousand people. Every student is talking about this matter, and there are many different versions.

That's okay, there are always various mistakes in the dissemination of information, Harry just wonders why they are so sure about their own version - for example, Fudge's head turned into a pumpkin or something, even St. Mungo was helpless.

The atmosphere in the auditorium during breakfast was also very strange. The professors didn't look very happy, and Professor McGonagall's face was as cold and hard as if carved out of marble.And Umbridge?She had a sweet smile on her face, thinking that everyone was blessing her, but according to rumors, she was furious because she couldn't get into the principal's office.

Harry didn't know exactly what was going on (according to his deranged timeline, it shouldn't have happened so early), but there was no doubt that Neville was there.

Another unquestionable thing was that he wasn't going to ask Neville anything about it.

"Dumbledore will be back soon. They couldn't get rid of him when we were in second year, and they can't do it this time." On the way to class, Harry heard a Gryffindor say this to Neville Said, obviously just learned the so-called truth from him.

Compared to this kind of thing that can see the end at a glance, Harry is more willing to know who the students who helped Umbridge are... As for the informant, I heard that Mary Etta of Ravenclaw Into the infirmary yesterday, though Harry wasn't quite sure how the girl ended up in D·A without Quidditch and, um, a lot of the wonderful puberty going on.

According to his observation, Neville and Qiu Zhang are just ordinary acquaintances... Maybe because of Cedric's affairs, maybe Qiu Zhang really joined D·A to practice defensive skills this time because he likes it?Then lead to your own friends turning them in again?

Really anything is possible... But these are just casual jokes to Harry, even the only thing he cares about in this incident - who is Umbridge's right-hand man?When I saw those few unimpressed students (probably unknown even in my own college) with the small silver "I" badges on their chests representing the members of the investigation operation team, they just innocently Sneered a bit.

He saw four colors of ties, and four college logos.

"Oh," Draco glanced at the students who were chatting and laughing, very clear, "William Jason." He raised his chin and gestured to Harry for the tall, thin man with the silver and green tie, "His father works at the Ministry of Magic, a position destined to be of little consequence...although the son may get a little credit when he boards Umbridge's ship."

"Everyone has their own difficulties," said Harry. "Hopefully they won't be too arrogant, although Umbridge gave them the right to be arrogant."

"Arrogant?" Draco chewed the word between his teeth. "Right?"

"Breaking the prefect system, points will be deducted for non-staff personnel." Harry explained.

Draco laughed without warning after hearing Harry's explanation, as if he had heard some nonsensical joke: "I hope they pray to Merlin that it won't happen to me, otherwise I will let him know what the clamor is." open."

Harry nodded teasingly, and didn't say anything. In fact, he had already burst into laughter in his heart--I have personally experienced how arrogant you are, and you are a point-deducting madman who doesn't like me!But it's really amazing, who would have thought that the guy who used "because I don't like you" as a reason to deduct five points from him back then would not like each other so badly now, anyway, Harry must not have thought of it back then.

The author has something to say: um——

Love Lily.

☆, distance Ⅴ

One of the most obvious changes to Harry after Umbridge took power: Filch, who might have really thought about what he said, officially turned his back on him, and came with Harry at the door of the crowded auditorium before lunch began A sincere conversation: "It seems that your clever mind and dexterity are not suitable for everything, Potter."

Harry stopped Draco, who had the intention of killing people with knives, and asked politely, "What do you want to say, sir."

Filch laughed, his expression contorted as stiff as someone who hadn't smiled for many years, and the teeth he bared deepened the horror of this smile: "Feng Shui turns, Potter. Hogg who lives forever Watts cannot escape the constant replacement of leaders, which is the way to survive."

It's rare for him to say such philosophical words...

Harry couldn't be more approving and smiled and nodded: "That's right, sir." He looked into Filch's cloudy eyes and said firmly and politely, "I'd like to see with you how this feng shui turns back again. Besides, with all due respect, anyone..." Harry laughed at this point, a laugh that he thought something or someone was funny, "is nowhere near as good as Professor Dumbledore."

"Valleys, and towering mountains." He kindly added a vivid metaphor.

"I still have to eat, sir, you can do what you want." Harry nodded gracefully, then turned and walked into the auditorium.

But Filch, who was sneering and taking it easy, walked into the auditorium faster than Harry, and called away Neville, who was walking slowly at the door just now to listen to them, with extremely malicious tone and eyes: "Principal Miss you, Longbottom."

Harry gave Neville a look when they passed each other, and after entering the auditorium, many people looked at him with the same look.

"Hi," Hermione, who was still standing by the door, greeted him and said, "We all thought what you just said was great, Harry!" The same trust and support as many others.

Ron nodded vigorously beside her.

"Thank you." Harry nodded, scanning the auditorium, and found that most people were not at all risky about the choice of Dumbledore or Umbridge, "What happened to Neville?" They walked forward and asked Hermione Ron, and the two shook their heads together, "What are you asking?" Hermione said, "She won't let Neville go so easily..."

Harry asked the question while sketching out a rough idea of ​​what was going to happen next. "Don't worry." He reassured Hermione a little, "Neville will adapt to the situation, and it's not that bad."

"Hmm..." Hermione nodded, wanting to say something else.To be honest, she has always wanted to be good friends with Harry, not only because he is good at both academics and knowledge, and may have a common topic with her about magic, but also because of a, um, a wonderful feeling, just It's as if they've been friends for a long time—but the last words don't come out of her mouth, and instead turn into a cry of surprise.

——The sound of a huge explosion roared in my ears, and the brilliant and dazzling light shone outside the door of the auditorium, instantly filling the auditorium with chaotic colors.

"Why—" someone was asking, and many people were asking.

——The sound of rumbling explosions continued one after another.

"Look outside! What's that?!" One person shouted first, and then many people looked out the door.

Before everyone could react, Harry took Draco's hand and rushed to the door first - he looked up and found that half of the first floor was reflected in other colors by the light.Then, soon, before everyone could realize what happened, some fire dragons whose bodies were made of green and golden sparks flew down from the second floor and flew around in the vast first-floor world. A bright fiery red airflow was sprayed out on the road, and there was a huge explosion sound.

"What's going on? What's all this?" The crowd roared and asked the companions around them amidst the explosion, and the companions also roared and replied: "I don't know either!"

Five-foot pink Catherine wheel pyrotechnics whizzed through the air with eerie whizzing noises;Here and there firecrackers exploded like mines, and they didn't burn out, fade out of sight or come to a hissing halt, but on the contrary, these dizzying wonders seemed to gain more energy and intensity with time. power.

"This is much more exciting than the fireworks on Christmas Eve!" Harry shouted to Draco amidst the rumbling explosions, Draco looked at him like a child, his eyes were full of helplessness and doting .

Harry was a little embarrassed: "Don't look at me like that." He stretched out his hand and pushed Draco's slightly tilted head straight, and Draco was close to him in the crowded crowd of onlookers, and then bowed his head with a In a gesture that almost covered Harry's ears, he whispered, "If there weren't so many people, I would definitely kiss you."

Harry shrugged uncontrollably, completely vulnerable.

Of course, he wasn't worried about what Draco would actually do.Regardless of himself, he must not have made any overly intimate gestures in this situation-they can kiss on Valentine's Day, on a street full of lights at Christmas, in many places, but this kind of people Noisily watching the lively scene, no.

Harry looked up at the dragon, and took Draco's hand with his naturally hanging hand.

The boy's supple fingers were intertwined. Beside the stairs on the second floor, Umbridge shouted angrily at the helpless Filch, "Don't use the Stunning Charm on them, Filch!"

The fireworks have been burning all afternoon and have spread everywhere in the school.These non-stop fireworks made all the professors take a good look at Umbridge - Umbridge spent his first afternoon as headmaster running around the school, dealing with other students. Professor's request; without her, none of these professors seemed to be able to clear the fireworks in their rooms.

This joy is mixed with powerlessness and anger at Neville's revelations - communication channels inside and outside the school are under new surveillance: a Floo network administrator will constantly monitor every place in Hogwarts. The fire; the investigative operations team will open all the owl mail in and out of the castle; Mr. Filch will pay attention to all the secret passages inside and outside the castle (Harry is not afraid, he has received several secret letters from Jin Snidget).

So when watching Umbridge, who had a fat face, dirty hair, disheveled hair, pink clothes that had turned gray and was crooked, running upstairs and downstairs, everyone tried their best to endure their happy smiles.

In the end, Professor Flitwick represented the attitude of all the professors: "Of course, I can clear these pyrotechnic sticks myself, but I'm not sure whether I have this power."

The behavior of the Weasley twins also represents the attitude of most of the students.

"Can you see the fish that slipped through the net flying outside in the Gryffindor Tower?" Pansy asked suddenly, looking at the meteor fireworks circling under the crystal ceiling.

A few people lit their Weasleys littered with flameboxes, and the lounge was lit up in a green light interspersed with other brilliant colors.Harry rolled up his own perpetually illuminated parchment of different colors, and gave up on his homework without a struggle.

"Of course." Harry said after putting the parchment in his schoolbag, "I think they should develop some fireworks that can burn underwater, it must be very popular, after all, underwater parties and underwater weddings are so romantic! And It's not difficult for wizards at all."

"Are you talking about you and Draco?" Pansy was already attracted by the new topic, "I also think the underwater wedding is very romantic, it sounds good."

The onlookers opened their eyes wide and pricked up their ears.

Harry glanced at Draco with a smile. Although the other party didn't show it on his face, it was obvious from his eyes that he was pleased.

"Oh," Harry put on a embarrassed look, and thought for a long time before saying, "Although this is a good proposal, but after thinking about it, I still prefer the blue sky and the lawn under the sun."

"I think the lawn at Malfoy Manor is pretty good." Blaise interjected in a timely manner, causing the audience to echo and ridicule.

Harry just smiled.

Some things are the same, but some things are also different.For example, Harry discovered that Neville was still taking Professor Snape's special extra class every week, and he didn't seem to have any complaints, and it didn't look like he had discovered any hidden memories.Although Harry felt that even if Neville had an opportunity similar to his own, he would not rashly spy on the memory in the Pensieve.

Moreover, he had to admit that he was full of curiosity about what happened that year.After all, the person who came back was Sirius Black, who had the greatest influence on James Potter besides Lily Evans. No one would guarantee it, but if Padfoot said something about the prongs, he would definitely consider it carefully.

Besides, all these phenomena over the years had shown him that Sirius had really changed.Rarely did Harry see the vicious tit-for-tat between them as before, and the relationship between Professor Snape and Remus... no matter how you think about it, it couldn't have suddenly become reality in just one year. As it is now, Harry prefers to believe that a series of depositions during his student years led to the final qualitative change.

But no one has ever talked to him about what kind of sedimentation he was in school years. James told Harry about the things between them as a bedtime story when he was a child, but apart from the positive energy, how do I play with my brother Outside of Hogwarts, it's how I caught up with your mother, full of pink bubbles.

But it is full of thrills and sweetness that are necessary for a bedtime story.

☆、Blood Boiling Ⅰ

The start of the Easter holiday means that the exam is only six weeks away, but Harry still enjoyed this short but beautiful holiday well besides making up his homework. He lived a leisurely life every day, waking up, eating, reading, sleeping and flirting. day.

Although the heavy homework is written for half a day.

There are more and more breezy days after the start of the Easter holidays.It also seemed to be the time for a sunny day, the weather was getting clearer and warmer every day, and the students in the fifth and seventh grades were all stuck in the house.While they were reviewing and tiringly going in and out of the library, Harry and Draco sat reading under a tree by the lake, and it was an afternoon in the blink of an eye.

As if to emphasize how important their upcoming exams were, towards the end of the holidays a batch of pamphlets, leaflets and announcements about the various magical professions appeared at every table in the Slytherin common room At the same time, there is a notice posted on the bulletin board, which reads: employment consultation.All fifth grade students are required to attend a short talk with the Dean of the Faculty during the first week of the summer term to discuss future employment, as listed below.

Harry's time was Monday at 02:30, Professor Snape's office, Draco a little later than him.

On the last night of the holiday, there was a pile of brochures and leaflets in front of Harry's desk, but he didn't open any of them. He still looked at the book in his hand amidst the panic of the people around him, until Draco After returning from training, he smiled at the way the entire rest room was struggling to study his future career.

"If you don't look at these things, you can also talk about employment counseling." Draco sat down next to Harry, picked up a booklet and flipped through it twice, "Wizard banking, working for Gringotts? Have you read it all?" Already?" he asked Harry.

"No, I haven't even read it." Harry closed the book and put it on the table. "Just like you, I can tell about employment counseling without reading these things."

Draco raised his brows: "Then what do you want to do, um, occupation? You won't make up one to deal with Professor Snape, right?"

"How dare you give me?" Harry smiled, and then said seriously, "Well, I want to stay in school and become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

The moment the words reached Draco's ears, it seemed to him that the whole world fell silent, and he looked at Harry - this was the first time the two of them had talked about their future career - and his mind raced. The ground turned, and countless thoughts appeared in front of my eyes in an instant...

In Harry's eyes, it was Draco who was shocked first, his pupils dilated slightly, and then he smiled happily: "Great idea, really!"

Harry laughed too.

"However, it may be difficult to stay in school after graduation... Maybe the Defense Against the Dark Arts course will be less difficult? You need to get good grades in both OWLs and NEWTs, otherwise the school will consider you, troublesome parents They will all be worried that you will mislead your children."

"Ah, um." Harry nodded in agreement, "I know, but I don't think exams and teaching are difficult things for me."

Draco laughed, looking like he was laughing at Harry's narcissism, but he knew that wasn't the case.

Well, he thought, school is always the safest and easiest place.

In an instant, he analyzed the pros and cons and thought of various countermeasures.

The Easter holidays are coming to an end soon.On the first day of the summer semester, the weather really seemed to be summer—the sun was shining, the weather was clear, the black lake shone in the sun, and from time to time some dark shadows of animals flickered under the water.

Harry and Draco took a slow walk along the lake, breathing in the fresh air, trying to wake themselves up from the dead and oppressive atmosphere of doing homework in the cellar or library.Of course, this premise is that they have fully woken up from sleep and can enjoy the beautiful scenery of summer.

Too bad Harry wasn't in that state.His right hand was pulled by Draco, and he walked swayingly with half-closed eyes, completely ignoring the water on the right and the lawn and trees on the left, until Draco pressed him to a beech tree, tilted his head He bit him lightly on the neck.

"Well, I'm awake, really," Harry mumbled, nodding in agreement to himself.

Draco exerted a little force, Harry stroked his back a few times like smoothing a cat's fur, and leaned against the tree with half-closed eyes, until Draco's meaning of biting his neck changed completely, and his hands even moved from He fumbled in the robe he was wearing openly, and lifted the hem of his short sleeves to fumble in.

"Hey..." Harry woke up with a jerk, and the hand that was not held by Draco held Draco's hand through the robe, and he said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'm awake." Yes, this time it's real."

Draco took another sip on Harry's neck, making sure he had left a clear imprint before he settled the old score: "Who said yesterday that he should get up early and go for a walk to get a good breath of fresh air."

"It's me, it's me." Harry raised his hand to signal his guilt, "Isn't it a bit late to talk about employment counseling with you yesterday, it's understandable and understandable."

Draco snorted coldly: "Sorry?" He stared at Harry and said suggestively, "Only if you go to bed late because of me, I will understand that you wake up late or sleepy during the day. "

Harry laughed angrily at his rascal appearance: "Please, that kind of situation is not uncommon, but it's all on weekends, okay? On weekends, who cares if you miss breakfast, anyway, you can come back with lunch."

"You occupy all my weekends, and you still get up early and go to bed late in class time, worrying about that little bit of leisure is not wasted on you?" When asking this question, Harry, who was not fully awake, forgot that he and Della Ke lived in the same room, ate and slept in the same class, and was still in a relationship of lovers. It seemed that the only time he wanted to be apart was in the toilet cubicle.

Draco nodded unreservedly: "Although what you said is correct, this time I just hope that you understand that you must do what you promised me. If you say you want to take a walk together, you have to be sober."

"Oh." Harry, who was turned back to the topic of being impossible to win the dispute, silently...resigned himself to his fate, "I think giving me a strong mint can completely cure my current sleepiness."

"Or a kiss." Draco suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm..." Harry pretended to ponder for a while, and then said with a smile, "It's a good idea."

When two teenagers are kissing under the beech tree, the best date spot by the Black Lake, white clouds drift slowly in the blue sky, the sun is gentle, the breeze blows the rolling green lawn, wrinkles the Black Lake, the leaves rustle, and owls Fly with wings.

Their first class in the morning was "A History of Magic". For various reasons and the strong mints after breakfast (Draco himself tore off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth), Harry memorized the class soberly Notes, although this course has always been one of his best courses, the only difference between taking notes or not is whether it benefits the public.

In the Potions class that followed, Harry finished the Vitality Tonic with difficulty but steadily under Snape's undisguised gaze, but turned around after handing in his homework and wanted to go back to his seat to pack his schoolbag and loosen it. When he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Snape's familiar indifferent drawn out voice saying: "Potter, stay after class."

Harry, who turned his back to him and faced all the classmates, undoubtedly saw the surprised faces of Gryffindors and Slytherins, and most of them were sympathetic and grateful. I don't know if he was thanking Harry for this class alone. One person carried all the swords and gunfire.

"Yes, Professor." Harry turned to face each other politely, gritted his teeth and said with a smile.

After the get out of class bell rang, the whole classroom left within half a minute—Draco was still sitting in his seat, and after the last classmate carefully closed the door with almost no sound, he stood up and faced Venom sprayed by Professor Snape.

"You do understand what's going on." Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes still looking like knives.

Draco was neither humble nor overbearing: "Of course I can't let him bear what I do."

Harry lowered his head, trying to hide the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but curl up.

—but that's impossible, so Snape threatened, "Should I have to write to your parents to tell you what to do and what not to do in school? You're fifteen, not five, IQ is not some sticky unbaked dough."

"Emotional intelligence isn't either," Harry added bravely.

Snape's thin lips made his smile look even meaner, but Harry swore the same before he could say anything meaner than that: "Please, Professor, I swear we didn't do anything, those who broke the school rules How would we do it?"

Snape let out a cold snort, looking at Harry's neck, which could not be covered by the round neck and short sleeves and the robe, there was a bloody mark on the right side that could only be caused by one kind of behavior.But he didn't stay like this for long, because he didn't expect Harry to say the next thing—

"At least it's much less than what you did in Hogsmeade." The young man's voice was clear and crisp, just like the truth.

Draco watched helplessly as Professor Snape slapped Harry on the head in a huff, before Harry shouted, "I'll tell Remus that you slapped me on the head because of me -"

"Get out!" Snape yelled, almost dropping the book and everyone's homework.

Afraid that it was really because of something that happened to him that he might be sorry to the working people, Harry, who had achieved his goal, dragged Draco to roll away neatly and went to eat.

"It seems that there is really something between the two of them..." Harry thought as he walked, "Ah—forget it, let adults worry about their affairs! Anyway, these two people are not the kind who are easily tempted and People who know how to play with emotions, once they really... then they are probably very serious."

"What are you thinking?" Draco asked Harry.

"Oh," Harry glanced sideways at the other party, "I was thinking...feelings are really a wonderful thing, aren't they?"

Draco looked at him, and smiled.

It's a pity that Harry, who was very brave in front of Snape, forgot that he had to walk into the other party's office at 02:30 in the afternoon on the same day to have a good talk about his vision for the future, and then the other party would give him the sincerity of being a professor. Suggestion... from knocking on the door to sitting in the chair opposite Snape, Harry was nervous