HP through the autumn

"Yes..." Harry regretted how he forgot this when he answered frankly that he had nothing to hide from her just now, and he quickly thought about how to answer.

"She has black hair, could it be..." Qiu knew the answer well, but she deliberately paused for a few seconds before saying the answer.

Harry watched her nervously.

"Angelina Johnson?" she continued.

"How is it possible?" He breathed a sigh of relief, and then cried out in disbelief.

"Is that Parvati Patil?" She made another guess.

"No!" Harry didn't know whether he now hoped that she would guess right or that she would miss it.

"Oh, it occurred to me—" she met Harry's green eyes, which were fixed on her, "it's Padma Patil!"

"No!" he denied.

Qiu guessed all the dark-haired female friends around Harry who were a little more familiar with him.In the end, she was thoughtful and suddenly realized: "I know! That must be—"

Harry held his breath.

"Professor Snape!"

Harry looked at his girlfriend in front of him, feeling like he had never seen her clearly.

What's going on in a girl's head?Especially his girlfriend who doesn't play cards according to common sense?What is she thinking?Is there such a big difference in brain structure between men and women?

Is he abnormal, is she abnormal, or is this world abnormal?

Seeing Harry's bewildered expression, Qiu felt a little guilty and realized that what she said seemed too exciting for Harry.

Snape cast such a shadow on Harry's heart that Harry couldn't accept her guess at all.

"Okay, okay, I actually know who it is." She poked Harry's soft cheek trying to get his attention back, "It's just the object of your erotic dreams."

No sooner had he stepped out of Snape's shadow than he heard her bluntly say something that made him feel so ashamed, and he felt awkward again.

"You...you know?" he said.

She nodded and didn't care at all: "I know boys have this kind of dream, it's quite normal, so I won't ask you who that girl is."

As expected, she saw that Harry's expression seemed to be a little more tangled.

Do you want to let your girlfriend know that he is having sex with her?Does this make her angry?But would it make her more angry if he thought he was having sex with other girls?

There are countless choices in life every day, and Harry feels that he is facing the most difficult one of them.

"Well...Actually..." He felt that he should explain this matter clearly, "That girl..."

"It's okay, it's really okay, I understand." She gave him a meaningful look, "Don't waste time, come and practice Occlumency quickly."

She raised her wand, and Harry subconsciously stood at attention, ready to resist her intrusion, and swallowed the words he had just tried to explain clearly.

"Legislasia!"

She continues through the memories of both of them, to find the girl in the pool.She was curious to know what other details were in Harry's dream.

It was the swaying pool again... The girl's black waterfall-like long hair was undulating, forming a stark contrast with her skin color... She came to the other side of the pool, lying quietly on the edge of the pool... The drops of water It slipped from her arm, reflecting the ambiguous light, and returned to the swimming pool drop by drop.She propped her hands on the edge of the pool, as if she was about to jump out of the water in the next second.She began to turn her head slowly again, her black hair was shaking with her movement, and her side face was exposed...

Harry fended off her intrusion again, gasping for air.Occlumency drained his physical strength and left his brain in a very tired state.

"You've already started to succeed, Harry!" She helped him sit down, and gave him another glass of ice water, "I believe it won't take long, as long as you work as hard as today, you will be able to stop Snape."

Harry drank the water and didn't speak. After a while, she still couldn't help her curiosity and asked, "Harry, did you have any other sexual dreams?"

He spit out the water with a puff, and coughed desperately, so frightened that Qiu hurriedly patted his back to calm him down.

"You...cough...why...cough...asking this?" Harry asked intermittently.

"I'm curious." She said, "Girlfriends want to know what boyfriend Chunmeng dreams about."

"Really?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yeah." At least I did, she added in her mind, "So another dream, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me sweetheart," Harry frowned at the title, "not anymore." I wouldn't tell you if I did, he thought.

"Really?" She didn't believe his answer.

"Really." He was quite sure, it was almost curfew time, and they didn't have time to practice Legilimency again.

"Okay." She made up her mind to look at Harry's dream next time when she was in Legilimency.

But Harry didn't give her the chance.Every time she saw a girl's back, her intrusion was always blocked by Harry just in time.

Preventing his girlfriend from seeing his dreams became his biggest motivation for practicing Occlumency.Even if he sometimes came back to his dorm exhausted after Snape's training, he would remember to clear his mind before going to bed.

You have to work hard, Harry told himself, or she'll see your dreams!Those dreams that you thought you had forgotten long ago, but are actually still hidden deep in your memory!Those dreams that cannot be told to others, not a single word can be revealed!Dreams that make you blush and heartbeat!

Even Snape had to admit that Harry had made great progress recently, and at this rate, in a few weeks, Harry would stop having dreams about Voldemort.

"Potter is making great progress." He said reluctantly to Dumbledore, as if saying the words almost cost him half his life. "I think your goal will be achieved in a short time."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore was in a great mood, "Thank you very much for helping Harry."

Snape snorted. "If you hadn't asked me... why didn't you teach him yourself? Since you like that Potter so much."

"I must reduce my influence on him," said Dumbledore. "I must not make Voldemort realize that my connection with him is very strong."

Snape snorted in response.

Stunning amount of homework, secret DA meeting, Snape's regular tutoring, and Qiu's regular date, Valentine's Day arrived in such an atmosphere.

Qiu's potion was going well, and she was just short of adding some rue powder to make it work.

Harry had been doing well lately, the DA students were very motivated to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, and his Occlumency remedial classes were only a few classes away.The only thing that gave him some headaches was that Qiu always wanted to know if he had had a dream recently.

"Tell me," she begged him, pleading pitifully, "I'm really curious."

Harry sternly rejected her.This kind of thing, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must not let the girlfriend know!

Even if you act cute, it's useless!

On Valentine's Day, Harry took Cho and walked among the crowd going to Hogsmeade.Surrounded by a group of lovers, they do not stand out at all.

Qiu: "Where should we go first?"

"Honeydukes." Harry said without hesitation.The Valentine's Day gift he wanted for Cho was there.Honeydukes Candy Shop will launch a Valentine’s Day candy set on Valentine’s Day, which contains a variety of chocolates: liqueur chocolate with a strong wine aroma, almond chocolate with a nutty fragrance, wrapped Thick cream, melt-in-your-mouth cream-filled chocolates, and some specially made heart-shaped mints, honey candies, etc.

He knew she had spent all her pocket money for the next two years buying potions.Since he was in the fifth year, every time the two of them went to Hogsmeade, he didn't see her buying snacks and trinkets, and even the scarf that he gave him was the wool he bought.But through her shining eyes, he knew that she still liked these things very much.

At noon, Harry and Cho walked into the Three Broomsticks together in the heavy rain.Hermione, Luna and Rita Skeeter were sitting at a table at one end.

As soon as he saw Harry and the others, Skeeter's eyes were glued to them: "Who is this?"

"Harry's girlfriend." Cho smiled at her. "I thought you covered it last year, that poor Ravenclaw fifth-year girl."

"Put down that pen in your hand." Hermione said coldly to Skeeter, "Who Harry dates is none of your business."

Rita put down the green quill in displeasure, with an expression as if she had been forced to drink stinky juice, and closed the purse again.

It was not an easy night for Harry to tell the scene of Voldemort's return.Rita pressed for every detail, and he told her all he could remember.He doesn't know how people will react because the article will be published in The Quibbler.

Harry was a little silent on the way back to Hogwarts.Hermione and Luna left after talking with Skeeter, leaving the rest of the time for the young couple.

Voldemort had spoiled Harry's good mood a little, and it made him even more sad that Cho hadn't even planned to give him a Valentine's Day present.She was the same as usual, the same beauty, the same humor, nothing different.

Harry sighed inwardly, she was busy brewing potions every day, he shouldn't ask her to think about preparing gifts when she was so busy.

"Harry," she called his name suddenly, "will you meet me in the Room of Requirement at eight o'clock? Just imagine a room that only the two of us can enter. I'll wait for you there."

"Okay." He agreed without knowing why.

At eight o'clock sharp, Harry opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

The room was filled with a milky vapor that clouded his glasses.Harry took off his glasses and wiped them, before closing the door behind him.

"Qiu! Are you there?" He wiped his glasses and shouted.

"Go forward." Her voice came from the front, and Harry put on his glasses and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, he stopped in shock.

She was facing him, standing barefoot in front of the bath, her long black hair hanging behind her.She was wearing a light yellow dress, exactly like the one in his dream, showing her slender calves.

Sensing his presence, she smiled softly and unzipped the side of her skirt.

I must be dreaming, Harry thought, watching the dress slide down to her ankles.

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I'm so passionate about teasing Harry...