HP through the autumn

Sirius came to Qiu's home on the evening of July 7th. He was wearing a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned and the cuffs unbuttoned, revealing a strong forearm.A pair of long legs wrapped in jeans, it looks like the legs are 30 meters long.

The male god has reached a new level of handsomeness today.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother received him warmly, hoping that he would quickly take away the little ancestor who was taking pictures with a camera.

"Qiu will trouble you." Dad Zhang said enthusiastically.

"It's okay to let her play for a few more days." Mother Zhang added.

With the luggage that had been packed a long time ago, Qiu followed Sirius out of the house, followed by a family of three who bid farewell to the two of them with tears in their eyes: father, mother, Galois.

"Come on, hold on to this Portkey." Sirius smiled at her friendly, and after a whirlwind, they landed in Grimmauld Place.

A dilapidated house stood there, its dirty walls in stark contrast to the surrounding No. 11 and No. 13.The black paint on the door was peeling and scratched.The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled snake.

"Welcome to 12 Grimmauld Place." Sirius stretched out an arm decently, made a welcome gesture, and knocked on the door with his wand.

A unique smell of dust and air that has not been circulated for many years hits the face only in a house that has not been repaired for many years.The old exhaust lights at the door were all on, but Cho thought the house was just as scary whether they were on or not.The lights play off the peeling wallpaper and ripped rugs, making the house feel like a haunted house.

"Scared?" Sirius looked at her and asked with a shudder, raising his eyebrows.

"A little."

Following the sound of hurried footsteps, Harry rushed out from the other end of the hall. Seeing the two of them standing behind the door, he involuntarily slowed down and asked, "Sirius, Qiu, you're here."

"Yes," Sirius leaned on the wall of the hallway, looking at his godson with amused expression, "I'll take Qiu over here first, so you won't have to whisper this in my ear every day."

"I don't talk about it every day. I just can't wait for my birthday," Harry retorted.

"Yes, yes, you just can't wait to celebrate your birthday." Sirius didn't reveal it. "Now I'm going to pick up your other two good friends. Treat your guests well, Harry."

He whistled and went out again, leaving Harry and Cho looking at each other.

Harry is also wearing a shirt and jeans today. It seems that the godfather and godson went to buy a lot of new clothes together.

"Would you like to take a tour of this room?" Harry found a topic.

"Of course. I've never seen such an ancient wizarding residence." She threw her luggage casually in the hall.

After the two of them had seen the umbrella stand made of a troll's broken leg, the worm-eyed curtains and a row of chopped-off house-elf heads, she thought she was going to have nightmares living here at night.

Harry took Cho around the house, and the two of them walked in the eerie and mysterious old wizard's house, surrounded by potential dark magic items and the corpses of terrifying magical animals. There is no worse solitary environment than this.Not only that, but there are two single males and a bad house elf here, making the house a little more messy than old and grim.

"How about we go sit down and have some tea?" Harry suggested in good time.

"Let's go."

So they went back to the kitchen, each with a cup of tea, and sat opposite each other in silence.

"How was your vacation?" she broke the silence.

"Very good, it's never been so good." Harry couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising: "Since I came here, Sirius and I often went to London to play, we bought a lot of clothes and shoes, and went to see A few movies. How about your vacation?"

"It's perfect, I bought the camera and brought it here so we can take some pictures tomorrow for your birthday." Especially with Sirius.

She told him about all the meaningful photos she took this vacation, especially the one of Galois, "Hedwig has already seen it," she said, "It's a pity I didn't bring the photo album this time, otherwise you You can see the classic moment of Galovana."

Harry secretly made up his mind to stay away from Cho as soon as he saw her holding a camera.

The conversation about the holiday was interrupted by a movement at the door, and Sirius reappeared, taking Hermione and Ron with him.

"How are you, Harry? Fred and George said they'd come over tomorrow with Mom and Dad to celebrate your birthday. Of course, Percy and Ginny will be coming too," Ron asked.

"Very well," replied Harry, giving Ron a hug.

"Hey, Harry, this place looks really cool," said Ron, surveying the gloom around him.

"Don't touch the things around you," Harry confessed, "some of them may be a little dangerous."

"Now let's go and see the room you are going to live in tonight, come on, gentlemen and ladies." Sirius led the way up the stairs.

Ron and Harry shared one, Cho and Hermione shared one, and Sirius said that the other rooms hadn't been cleaned up yet.

"It's probably full of creatures like foxes, so it's not _safe," he explained.

After tidying up the room, everyone sat in the living room. With the help of Sirius, Hermione got a few books from the Black family and began to read them. The remaining four began to discuss this summer's Quidditch World Cup.

"For 30 years, Britain has missed the trophy." Ron said with a sigh.

"I got a few tickets with good seats." Sirius leaned on the sofa, reading a Muggle entertainment magazine, "You guys come too."

"Great!" exclaimed Ron.

"I need to ask my parents," Cho replied.

"Me too." Hermione's voice came from behind the book.

"Your parents will definitely agree, this is the Quidditch World Cup." Ron said excitedly: "Wizards from all over the world will gather together. By the way, which team do you all support, the Irish team or the Bulgarian team?"

"I don't know much about these teams," Harry said.

"I don't have any preference, they are all the same to me." Although she likes to play Quidditch and watch games, she doesn't particularly support a certain team.

"Too bad, I heard the Bulgarian team's Seeker this year is Krum, Viktor Krum. He's only left and right, and he's a genius." Ron started talking about Quidditch.

"I've heard of him," Cho said. "He's a very good Seeker. It looks like I can't miss this year's Quidditch final."

"Absolutely not," said Ron. "My dad is trying to get some tickets through his connections with the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department."

Their enthusiasm for Quidditch did not in any way affect Hermione, who was still reading the book intently.

"When will she experience the fun of Quidditch?" Ron sighed at Hermione.

"When you realize the joy of reading." Hermione put down the book and glanced at Ron. "I'm going to go up to rest first. I stayed up late reading yesterday."

Ron shrugged, and the four of them stayed down there until ten o'clock.

"Okay, it's time for you to go to bed." Sirius urged, looking at the clock.

The three of them got up, and the rooms where the boys and girls lived were not far away.After Ron walked into their room, Harry turned around and told Autumn to remember to keep the door shut: "I left the door open the first night, and Kreacher, the house-elf here, was stalking in my room." Hang around. You don't want to wake up to a house-elf at night, do you?"

"Not at all." She shuddered. "But don't house-elves apparate?"

"They can't apparate into their master's room without their master's permission," Harry explained, "but not necessarily if you walk in."

"I'll close the door."

The corridor was extremely dark at this time, and Sirius was downstairs preparing some things that might be used tomorrow. Ron and Hermione had already entered the room, and they were the only two standing in the corridor.

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is suitable for cheating.

"Harry," she began, "do you want a goodnight kiss?"

He'd seen Aunt Petunia give his little Dada a sweet goodnight kiss countless times, but he'd never gotten one himself.

"Of course." He stood there froze, not knowing whether he should take the initiative to step forward or do something else.

The sound of her approaching footsteps was inaudible, but Harry felt like she was stepping heavily on his heart with every step.

Da da da……

In the past six months, Harry has grown a lot taller. He was only a head taller than her in the last Quidditch match, and now he is a few centimeters taller.

She grabs him by the collar.

"Look down, Harry."

Harry obediently complied, and she tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Sweet dreams, Harry," she whispered in his ear.

They were almost cheek to cheek, and the warm breath blew past his ears.

As she pulled away, Harry mustered up the courage to say, "I have a goodnight kiss for you too."

He lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Good night, Qiu."

Then he watched her close the door of the room.

Qiu touched his face behind the door and raised the corners of his mouth.

Super performance tonight, 120 points.

Harry walked briskly back to his room, and let out a long breath after closing the door.

I was so nervous I forgot to breathe.

Qiu, who was in a happy mood, soon fell asleep, while Harry tossed and turned on the bed touching the side of his face that was kissed until very late before falling asleep.

When Ron woke up, he saw a sleep-deprived Harry: "Harry, didn't you sleep well? Are you too excited about your birthday?"

"Yeah, I'm so excited." Harry sat up covering his face.