HP Approaches the Magic World

At Christmas time, everyone had their own activities, but Harry didn't.

Hermione was going skiing with her parents. Ron found it very interesting. He had never heard of Muggles tying wooden bars to their feet to slide down the mountain.

Ron was going back to the Burrow himself, and Harry was jealous for several days until he asked Ron how he planned to go home for Christmas. Ron said: "You're going too! Didn't I tell you? Mum said it a few weeks ago

You wrote to ask me to invite you!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry's heart was racing: it was great to spend Christmas at the Burrow, but Harry felt a little guilty about not being able to spend the holiday with Sirius.

He also wondered whether he could persuade Mrs. Weasley to invite his godfather, but not only did he doubt that Dumbledore would let Sirius leave Grimmauld Place, but he also felt that Mrs. Weasley might not welcome him there either.

Always at odds.

Sirius had not contacted Harry since he last disappeared in the fire, and although Harry knew that it would be unwise to attempt contact under Umbridge's watch, he did not want to think of Sirius being alone with his mother.

In the old house, maybe he would be lonely and open a colorful firecracker with Klitsch.

He probably didn't know that Sirius would go to see his new wife regularly every day. The version Jon heard was that he wanted to maintain the relationship with his wife, while Dumbledore said that this was Phineas giving Sirius to

He was in a hurry, he wanted to have a baby urgently.

But it should not be said that it is a good thing that things have developed to this stage.

After the last gathering before the Christmas break, it was obvious that something was happening.

Because this time Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room very late, almost half an hour after others left, Ron and Hermione sat in the best seats in front of the fireplace waiting for him, because everyone else was

Having gone back to bed, Hermione was writing a long, long letter that almost filled half a roll of parchment, while Ron was lying on the carpet in front of the building trying to finish his Transfiguration homework.

"What's tripping you up?"

Ron glanced at Harry, who had fallen into the armchair next to Hermione.

Harry did not answer his question because he was immersed in shock. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened, but he also wanted to take this matter to his grave and never say it out.

"Harry?"

Hermione raised her gaze from her pen. Harry's behavior was indeed unusual and worthy of attention.

Harry, who was called by her, shrugged his shoulders, obviously absent-minded, because in fact, he didn't know whether he was good or bad.

When he didn't know whether to say it or not? Hermione seemed to have understood everything.

"Is it Qiu?"

She said calmly: "Did she block you after the meeting?"

Hermione withdrew her eyes from the notebook hidden under the parchment, sorted out the things mentioned above, and then asked? This notebook is like a universal room, and all questions can be answered.

? And it’s the right answer every time.

If it wasn't clear that Jon was not in school, Hermione would have thought that he was spying on them.

But back to now.

Harry was a little surprised when he heard Hermione's question, but he nodded hesitantly.

Ron chuckled.

"What does she want to do?"

Stung by Hermione's gaze, Ron quickly pretended to be casual and asked.

"She..." Harry was stuck? Because he didn't know how to talk about these things to his friends: "She...is...she..."

Hermione really couldn't stand his grating tone? She simply asked: "Did you kiss?"

Ron suddenly sat up.

He touched the ink bottle and rolled it on the carpet. He didn't care at all. He just stared at Harry helplessly.

"Did you pick up?"

This gossipy and deadly expression looks very strange.

Harry nodded.

Ron said a few more words excitedly, but Harry didn't look very interested.

"She's crying..."

"Are you that bad at kissing?"

"I don't know? Maybe."

"of course not."

Hermione had turned her attention back to her letter and said casually.

Ron heard her words, turned around and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because Qiu has been crying half the time recently. She cries when eating, crying when she goes to the bathroom? She cries everywhere."

"You thought a little kiss would cheer her up."

Ron opened his mouth and smiled.

But Hermione was obviously not as happy as he was.

"Ron? You're the biggest bastard I've ever had the misfortune to meet."

"What does this mean? Who would cry when someone kisses her?"

"yes,"

Harry was a little desperate: "Who would?"

Hermione looked at them both with an expression that was almost pity.

She sighed and put down the pen in her hand.

"She was obviously very sad because of Cedric's death.

At the same time, I think she was a little confused, because she used to like Cedric, and now she likes Harry, and she couldn't figure out who she liked the most.

At the same time, she also felt guilty and felt that kissing Harry was blasphemous to Cedric.

She was also worried about what others would say if she and Harry were on good terms. Moreover, she might not be able to figure out her feelings for Harry because Harry was present when Cedric died. So it was all very contradictory and painful.

Oh, by the way, she's also afraid of being kicked off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been so bad at flying lately."

Her words stunned the two of them. Then Ron said: "A person can't have so many emotions at the same time, it will explode."

"Just because you only have a teaspoon of emotion doesn't mean everyone else does." Hermione said sarcastically, picking up her pen again.

"She took the initiative, I didn't want to - she came over and then lay on me crying - I don't know what to do -"

"I can't blame you, mate," Ron said, seemingly frightened.

"You have to be gentle with her." Hermione raised her eyes worriedly and said, "Have you?"

"Well," Harry said a little uncomfortable, "I seemed to--patted her on the back."

Hermione seemed to be trying very hard not to roll her eyes.

"I guess that's not the worst," she said. "Are you going to see her again?"

"I have to see it, don't I?" said Harry. "There's a meeting."

"You know what I mean," Hermione said impatiently.

Harry fell silent.

Hermione's words opened up a series of terrifying prospects. He tried to imagine going out with Cho—perhaps to Hogsmeade, and spending a few hours alone with her.

After what happened just now, of course she would expect him to ask her out... This thought made his stomach tighten painfully.