HP through the autumn

Autumn's last Christmas at Hogwarts has quietly arrived.

"There is no suitable person who can escort you home with you." Principal Dumbledore suggested that she stay in the school. "Although you are an adult, given the special situation now, I hope you can consider staying at Hogwarts." Christmas."

Thinking of all the secrets in her head, she signed her name on the Christmas detention list.

Harry was going to spend the holiday with Ron at the Weasleys', but when he heard that Cho was staying at school, he changed his mind immediately.

"Mom really wants to see you." Ron didn't know why, and was still trying to persuade Harry to go home with him. "She was very happy to hear that you were going to spend the holiday with us. You know, I have never enjoyed this kind of treatment." .”

Speaking of this, Ron was really jealous: "Obviously I am his son..."

Harry really liked Mrs. Weasley, she would give him a warm hug every time she saw Harry, and the noisy life in the Burrow and the smell of food were the feeling of his dream home, but when he thought that he could Spending Christmas with Qiu, Harry had to say sorry to Mrs. Weasley in his heart.

"But Cho is staying at school for Christmas." He managed to stop Ron's tirade with one sentence.

The Hogwarts Express sent away most of the students in the school in the cold wind.

The Daily Prophet didn't have any direct reports of You-Know-Who, and the paper alternately claimed sightings of Inferi and reported dementors haunting a certain neighborhood.However, the various self-protection methods and means of dealing with sudden attacks that are frequently mentioned make everyone feel that the danger is approaching.

Students can't wait to board the train home, and when the train returns again, they may not be found on the train.Many parents think that hiding at home is safer than going to Hogwarts. They can use various means to hide their homes or move abroad. At least for now, the claws of the mysterious man have not extended outside the UK.They believe that as long as they hide for a while, maybe a few months, maybe two or three years, the mysterious man will disappear again, and the magic world will restore the peace and tranquility of the past.

After the students left, Hogwarts became empty. The corridors and common rooms crowded with students on weekdays were only the shadows left by the flickering candles, as if the students had taken away all the vitality and vitality in the castle. , the whole castle became silent and serious.

The remaining students were very unaccustomed to this. They sat neatly in the hall in a daze, and no one wanted to go back to the common room.

"Since you are all here," Professor Flitwick walked into the hall, "then let me decorate the hall by the way, tonight is Christmas Eve."

As if some kind of switch was turned on, the students became active, breaking the silence in the hall.The students in the lower grades were eager to try the few little magics they had learned in the hall, and the students in the upper grades were also very curious about the decoration of the hall. In the past, Professor Flitwick had never asked students and He gets the job done together.

Professor Flitwick flew several Christmas trees into the hall, followed by boxes of baubles, streamers and candles, and a large basket of mistletoe sprigs.

"Students in grades one to three, use the Levitation Charm to hang the decorations in these boxes on the Christmas tree," Professor Flitwick began to assign tasks, "The rest of the students hang the mistletoe on the wall of the hall, have you--"

He looked at Qiu, the mustache on his face was shaking with joy: "You are responsible for hanging this Christmas tree with icicles, I remember you learned this magic not long ago."

The students acted on Professor Flitwick's orders.One student was not very proficient in the floating spell, and often accidentally got the ribbons entangled between the branches and leaves of the Christmas tree.Professor Flitwick wasn't angry at all, and the arrival of Christmas put him in an unusually good temper and mood.

Maybe he wouldn't be offended if she froze Professor Flitwick's beard, Cho thought.

"Look!" Harry motioned Cho to look up, and there was a sprig of mistletoe floating above the two of them.

As if noticing the gazes of the two people, the branch began to fall slowly, and finally landed on top of her head.

"It's a signal." Harry slipped his wand back into his pocket.

"Yes." She nodded.

"We should get moving," said Harry.

"Yes."

With the movement of her head, verdant mistletoe stalks fell at their feet.

Couples can always find 1000 million reasons to kiss.

The dinner on Christmas Eve was extraordinarily rich, and the house elves didn't slack off because it was Christmas. On the contrary, they started preparing the evening meal from noon.A perfect turkey can't be cooked in two hours, it's a truth that all house-elves firmly believe.

"Where's Professor Sprout?" Harry asked suspiciously when he saw Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape sitting around a table.

Qiu: "Of course I went home for Christmas."

"Then why don't Professor McGonagall and the others go home?" Harry was a little surprised.

"Probably...go home and spend Christmas alone." She hesitated for a long time and said.

Neither of them had ever seriously thought about why these professors stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas before, and until Harry asked the question, they had both assumed that the professors stayed to look after the students at the school.

"Don't they...don't have family members who can spend the holiday together?" Harry propped his head on his arms, and the joy of decorating the hall in the afternoon seemed to be taken away in an instant.

She knew that the second half of the sentence he didn't say was "just like me".

"Maybe they just want to celebrate Christmas with the students," she said lightheartedly, "like you didn't spend the holidays with the Weasleys, but with your cutest girlfriend."

Harry's sudden gloom was taken away by her words or the Mr. Headmaster striding in, students and teachers sitting at a table enjoying Christmas Eve dinner together.

The cold wind blows from west to east outside the castle, but inside the castle is still warm as spring.

Eleven thirty in the evening.

The entire castle fell into a deep sleep. Tonight was Christmas Eve. No professor would come out to make inspections on such a night suitable for sleeping in a warm bed, not even Professor Snape or Filch.

Most of the students who stayed in school fell into a sweet dreamland, but in the dark corridor, there was a figure moving cautiously.

The corridors that he usually walks through hundreds of times became extremely scary in the dark. When he thought that there were only a dozen people in the huge castle, Qiu felt a chill down his back.

The moving stairs in the castle were probably the only thing that refused to fall asleep on Christmas Eve. They changed directions with great interest, and the creaking sound echoed in the empty castle, as if a cheerful Christmas dinner was being held.

The sudden hooting of the owl outside the window startled Qiu, she flinched and wrapped her robe tightly around her body.

Twenty minutes later she finally arrived at the door of the Gryffindor dormitory building. The fat lady dozed off, but fortunately she stayed in her own portrait.Qiu apologetically woke her up.

"Password?" The fat lady asked, yawning, "Today is Christmas Eve..."

She whispered the password and groped her way into the Gryffindor common room.

The flame in the fireplace in the common room has long been extinguished, only a few dark red lights still glowing in the charcoal pile.She climbed the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory, only her own footsteps could be heard in the quiet room.

Pushing open the door of Harry's dormitory, she bowed her waist and moved her steps, for fear that the noise she made would wake up the people in the room.

She was tiptoeing and walking silently to the first bed—there was no one on it, then she walked to the second—still empty, until the last—still empty.

Qiu squatted on the ground, lost in thought—did she go to the wrong bedroom?

"Who's there?" Harry asked warily, standing in front of the window, clenching his wand tightly, racking his brains to think who might break into his dormitory, could it be Voldemort's men?They wanted to take him away and give him to their master as a Christmas present?

"It's me." She crawled out from the gap between the beds, lay on the ground with some embarrassment and greeted Harry, "Good evening."

Harry relaxed, holding back a smile as he watched her get up from the ground, shaking her robes which were not stained with dust.

"I wanted to give you a surprise, but...why haven't you slept yet?"

Harry: "Waiting for you."

"to be frank."

"Can't sleep."

She went to him and looked out of the window. The cold winter night was so cold that even the stars hid themselves. They pulled the clouds as a quilt, and they comfortably hid behind the clouds and whispered.

"Want to see the stars?" she asked Harry.

They lay side by side on Harry's bed, and the golden-red curtains were lowered, as if they could isolate everything outside, leaving only the two of them in the whole world.

Qiu softly recited the spell, and stars appeared on the top of the curtain.The stars gather more and more, forming a cluster of bright galaxies. The clusters of galaxies are constantly rotating, new galaxies are constantly being formed, and old galaxies are constantly dying.Harry saw two clusters of spiral galaxies collide to form an even brighter elliptical galaxy.

"Does it look good?" She turned her head to look at him, Harry was staring intently at the stars above his head, and the shadows of the stars were reflected in his eyes, bright and dazzling.

For a moment, Harry really thought he was floating in the universe, and he was fascinated by the ever-evolving starry sky: "It's beautiful."

"Why can't you sleep today?"

"Thinking about something." After a silence, he continued, "I'm thinking about Voldemort."

Maybe the night always makes people softer, and he suddenly wanted to tell her everything: "Headmaster Dumbledore has been telling me something about Voldemort, including his childhood, his life at Hogwarts life, and his background. It made me unable to avoid the fact that there was only one surviving between me and him, and because of this, the headmaster told me these things. He wanted me to know about Voldemort. Let me have more chances of winning. But..."

"I know you, and Ron and Hermione, and many others will help me," he sighed softly, resting his head on his arm, "but I still feel scared and terrified, and even angry. Why am I ?I've been thinking about this question a lot since first grade, why do I speak Parseltongue, why does my godfather spend 13 miserable years in Azkaban, why do I have to be that extra warrior, why do I need to learn the brain Occupancy can prevent Voldemort from intruding on my brain? Obviously other people's lives are so peaceful, why should I face this? After knowing that prophecy, I had a very terrible thought, and I even hoped that Voldemort The chosen one was Neville, so that my parents would still be with me, and I wouldn't have to face the fate of having to duel Voldemort."

"I'm scared," he changed his position, lying on his side facing her, only the outline of the other's face could be seen clearly in the dark, "I don't want you and Ron and Hermione to know, but I'm really not that brave .”

"You should have told me earlier." She put her arms around his waist, thinking for a long time but didn't know how to comfort him.It was Harry's fate that only one of the two survived, and no matter how the others comforted him, it was only pale words.

"Anyway, I'll be with you, go to bed." Like a student representative who was forced to speak, or like a host trying to end a meeting as soon as possible, she made the final summary.

Like two cats embracing each other for warmth, they fell asleep hugging each other.

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Graduation has a lot of things to do... Next, sprinkle some sugar and the battle will begin