HP through the autumn

Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room full of resentment. As soon as Ron saw Harry coming in, he greeted him with a smile on his face, "Harry!"

"What's the matter?" Harry looked at Ron who was very excited, and he had "come and ask me, come and ask me" written all over his face.

"Hermione agreed to be my girlfriend." Ron proudly announced the good news to his friends, the freckles on his face were jumping with excitement, and his voice was full of dreams, "Today is really the best Valentine's Day, Isn't it?"

"Yeah." Harry replied weakly.

He really wanted to be happy for Ron, but he had just gone through a lot of ups and downs, and he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

"What's the matter with you? Dude, didn't your date go well today?" Ron asked with concern, Harry's tone made him very puzzled.

"It went well." Harry looked at the radiant Ron, full of jealousy.

Ron: "Did you fight?"

"No." Harry denied.

"You two...have a problem with your relationship?" Ron asked cautiously.

Harry: "How is that possible?"

"Oh, then I don't know what else could make you unhappy." Ron relieved, said shyly and proudly, "I hugged Hermione today, and I kissed her."

Seeing Ron's happy look, Harry felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart—his good buddy is still at the level of kissing, and he has already...

Thinking of this, he was a little more tolerant of Ron's long-windedness, and listened to Ron's chattering about his feelings about love very understandingly.

"By the way," Ron seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly began to hesitate, "I have a question..."

"What question?" Harry looked at Ron, who was blushing again, interested in what kind of question Ron would ask.

Ron: "Do you know... how to improve that technique?"

"What technology?" Harry couldn't believe his ears. Could it be that Ron wanted to have a closer relationship with Hermione just after confirming the relationship?How could he be so ambitious?

"Kissing technique," Ron whispered.

"Ah, this." Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he shouldn't have put his thoughts on the innocent Ron.He sat up straight and looked confident: "I'm very experienced in this area."

He raised his eyebrows proudly, and Ron slapped him on the shoulder: "Don't say it soon."

"Practice makes perfect," said Harry enigmatically.

"Are you showing off to me?" Ron looked at him.

"Of course not," said Harry. "That's just my experience."

"Okay," Ron said, scratching his hair, "I'll try."

"If you have other questions, you can also ask me." Harry said, "I'm very experienced."

"Really?" Ron squinted at him, "Then tell me, what valuable experience do you have?"

"Hmm..." Harry thought for a while, recalled his love experience over the past year, and replied, "You have to learn how to flirt, say love words on appropriate occasions, or have some intimate actions."

"Are you sure Hermione won't throw her thick textbooks at me if I do this?" Ron asked suspiciously. "The books in her bag are heavy enough to kill a lion."

"No," said Harry affirmatively, recalling what Cho had done to him, and how he felt, before admitting with some reluctance, "She'd have a racing heart and be totally obsessed with you."

On Monday morning, a flock of owls rushed to Harry, scrambling to show him the letters at their feet.

The owls huddled together on the Gryffindor table, and one even stepped into Ron's onion soup.He immediately flicked his paw in frustration, and flung the onion soup onto Ron's robes again.

"Hey!" Ron dodged dissatisfiedly, wiping his robe.

"Clean up." Hermione pointed at his robes with her wand. "You're a wizard, Ron."

"With you by my side, neither Harry nor I have to pull out our wands." Ron flattered Hermione as he moved his sandwich.

"Leave me alone," Harry said, busy keeping the owls in order. "Could you two open the letters for me before we start talking?"

Hermione blushed and gave Harry a sideways look, and began to actively open the letter.

The movement on the Gryffindor table attracted many people's attention, especially Umbridge's.She was sitting upright on the teacher's bench drinking coffee, but when she saw a group of people and owls surrounding Harry, she couldn't sit still.

Cho, sitting at the long Ravenclaw table, caught a glimpse of Umbridge approaching Harry at a pace that didn't suit her short legs, and turned her attention back to the magazine in her hand: Harry's The face was grinning coyly at her on the cover of The Quibbler.

"I never found Harry very handsome." Laurie leaned over to look at Harry on the cover.

"Then you don't want to find out in the future." Qiu replied, "This boy already has a girlfriend."

"Yes, it's clearly written on his scarf," said Laurie.

Fred and George discovered the little secret on Harry's scarf at the DA meeting the other day, and immediately spread the word about it.All DA members now know that Harry Potter is owned by Cho Chang.

"That's a wonderful idea." Qiu was very satisfied with the scarf.

Laurie nodded: "Several girls who participated in DA knitted a scarf like this for their boyfriends."

Cho: "I saw it, but some of them were too exaggerated. Lavender Brown's boyfriend wore a big red hat with her name on it. I dare say that even the whole Hogwarts She could have recognized him by the hat when the students were crowded together."

"She wanted to choose pink," Laurie said, "but Umbridge destroyed the love of pink for all the girls at Hogwarts."

"How is Cedric?" Qiu glanced around the long Hufflepuff table, but did not see Cedric's handsome figure.

"He's been a little secretive lately," Laurie bit her fork dissatisfied, "he said he would give me another surprise when he succeeds."

"Does he want to propose to you?"

"No," Laurie shook her head. "We discussed it before, and we will discuss marriage after I graduate from Hogwarts. He should be busy looking for a job recently."

"Have you discussed getting married?" Qiu was extremely calm about what he heard.

After so many years, she has become very used to the tradition of wizards marrying early.Her own parents had her in her early twenties, and most of the parents of the classmates around her were the type who got married as soon as they graduated.

"Yes, Cedric has seen my parents," said Laurie. "Of course I've seen him."

Qiu imagined her wedding with Harry: "I always feel that marriage is still a very distant thing."

Laurie: "That's what I thought. But if Seid and I are meant to be married, what does it matter if it's sooner or later?"

"If it wasn't for the mysterious man, Harry might have met my parents." Thinking of this, Qiu sighed regretfully.

"There's always a chance," Laurie reassured.

Harry didn't know that his girlfriend had discussed marriage with her friends, and he was having a blast these days.Umbridge's banning of The Quibbler did not have the effect she had hoped, and instead caused the magazine to spread rapidly among students.Come Wednesday, any student who hasn't seen The Quibbler is an out-of-date and ill-informed nerd.

Although the students participating in DA have heard Harry talk about what they encountered in the third project, they still talk about the contents of this magazine. Skeeter's articles are extremely vivid and written as if she witnessed The scene where the mysterious man is resurrected is so-so, and even Hermione has to praise her good writing.

Some students who were skeptical about the words of the Ministry of Magic immediately chose to believe in Harry. Whenever Harry walked in the corridor, they would cast a fiery look at him. He was once the champion of the Triwizard Tournament!

In order to reverse the current situation, Umbridge specially set up a special investigation team.A group of Slytherin students who were already close to Umbridge rushed to join the group and won them the right to deduct house points at will.

When the group led by Malfoy first appeared in the hall with shiny badges, the unsuspecting students didn't take them seriously.

"Hey, Malfoy," Fred started, "what's with that badge on your chest?"

"Ah, I see," George went on, "you finally understand your idiots (Idiot), don't you?"

Fred: "Maybe they found out they were insane?"

Malfoy looked at them coldly, and drew out his tone: "I'm afraid I have to deduct fifty points from Gryffindor."

The students around laughed, none of them believed that Malfoy had the right to deduct points.

"Only a teacher can deduct points from the house, Malfoy," said Fred sarcastically. "What's in that shiny little head of yours? Pomade?"

The students burst into laughter again, but Malfoy triumphantly raised his chin towards the hourglass that recorded the college points, pointed to the badge with 'I' written on his chest and said: "The Inquisitorial Squad has deducted points. s right."

The red gemstones quickly disappeared from the bottom of the hourglass, and Gryffindor's gemstones instantly lost a lot compared to the other three colleges.

"If you're disobedient," Malfoy said with a sneer, "I'll have to keep deducting your house points."

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled appropriately behind his back.

He swaggered away with Goyle and Crabbe, Fred and George pumping their fists behind his back.

Soon, word spread throughout the school that there was a group of students in Slytherin who could deduct house points. They wore badges issued by Umbridge himself, and wandered around the campus with nothing to do. Whose points are deducted.The reasons for deducting points are also various.

"Your red hat is too dazzling, ten points deducted."

"Get out of the way, five points for Hufflepuff."

"You, Longbottom, you look so stupid, I should deduct five points from you."

Neville looked at Malfoy, but didn't dare to speak, he didn't want Gryffindor to lose more house points.

"Then you should deduct two hundred points from the two idiots behind you," Lee Jordan said sarcastically, "after all, they are the two biggest idiots in the school."

Not surprisingly, Gryffindor lost another twenty points.

A week later, the hourglasses of the other three houses were almost completely empty, leaving Slytherin's alone, full of emeralds.

"I'm worried about the performance of some students in Slytherin." Dumbledore looked at Snape, his blue eyes filled with genuine concern, "Their actions will put them against the other three houses." .”

"Inevitably," Snape replied, "many of them were born to Death Eater parents who killed relatives of other students at the school."

"The seeds of hatred were planted in our father's generation," Dumbledore sighed. "All we can do is try to prevent these seeds from sprouting."

Snape didn't comment on Dumbledore's whims, and some scars can never be erased.

"Try to restrain their behavior, Severus, and don't arouse outright hostility towards Slytherin from the other houses." Dumbledore cast his gaze out the window.

Snape was silent, and Dumbledore knew he had agreed.

"Can Harry's Occlumency lessons be over?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Okay." Snape said disgustedly, "I'm glad I don't have to go into his empty head anymore, I don't see anything important except sweet and time-wasting love affairs."

Dumbledore laughed softly: "The love of youth is always so sweet and hot, as if having each other is the happiest thing."

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