HP Approaches the Magical World

At Christmas, everyone has their own activities, but Harry doesn't.

Hermione was going to go skiing with her parents, and Ron found it very interesting, he had never heard of Muggles tying wooden poles to their feet to slide down the mountain.

Ron was going back to the Burrow himself, and Harry was jealous for days, until he asked Ron how he planned to get home for Christmas, and Ron said, "You too! Didn't I tell you? Write to me to invite you!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry's heart raced: Christmas at the Burrow was wonderful, Harry was just a little guilty of not being able to spend the holidays with Sirius.

He also wondered if he could be persuaded to invite 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 either. Always at odds.

Sirius hadn't been in touch with Harry since the last time he disappeared in the fire, and while Harry knew it wouldn't be wise to try to do so while Umbridge was watching, he didn't want to think of Sirius alone with his mother. In the old house, maybe he will open a colorful firecracker with Kreacher lonely.

He probably doesn't know that Sirius now goes to see his new wife on a regular basis every day. The version that Jon heard is to maintain the relationship with his wife, while Dumbledore said that it was Phineas who sent Sirius to him. Urgent, he wants 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 rally before the Christmas break, it became apparent that something had happened.

Because this time Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room very late, almost half an hour after everyone else had left, and Ron and Hermione sat in the best seats in front of the fireplace waiting for him, because everyone else Already back to bed, Hermione was writing a long, long letter that almost filled half the roll of parchment, and Ron was lying on the carpet in front of the building trying to finish his Transfiguration homework.

"What's holding you back?"

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

Harry didn't answer his question, because he was in shock, and he kind of wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened, but also wanted to take it to his grave and never say it.

"Harry?"

Hermione raised her gaze from the tip of her pen. Harry's behavior was indeed unusual and worth noting.

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

When he didn't know whether to say it, Hermione seemed to have seen everything.

"Is it autumn?"

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

Hermione withdrew her gaze from the notebook hidden under the parchment, sorted out the things mentioned above, and then asked. This notebook is like a multi-purpose house, and all questions can be answered , and will be the very correct answer every time.

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

And back to the present.

After hearing Hermione's question, Harry was a little surprised, but nodded hesitantly.

Ron chuckled.

"What does she want?"

Stuck by Hermione's gaze, Ron hurriedly asked in a casual tone.

"She..." Harry was stuck, because he didn't know how to say these things to his friends: "She...was...she..."

Hermione really couldn't bear his gruff tone, and asked simply and simply: "Did you kiss?"

Ron sat up suddenly.

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

"Did you take it?"

This gossip-like expression looks very strange.

Harry nodded.

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

"She's crying..."

"Are you that bad at kissing?"

"I don't know, maybe it is."

"of course not."

Hermione had turned her attention back to her letter, and said something offhand.

When Ron heard her words, he turned his head and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because Qiu has been crying for half of the time recently, crying when eating, crying when going to the bathroom, and crying everywhere."

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

Ron opened his mouth and smiled.

But Hermione was obviously not as happy as he was.

"Ron, you're the worst bastard I've ever had the misfortune to meet."

"What does that 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.

"It was obvious that she was very sad because of Cedric's death,

At the same time I think she's a little confused because she liked Cedric before and Harry now, and she can't figure out who she likes best.

At the same time, she also felt guilty that kissing Harry was a blasphemy against Cedric,

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

Oh, by the way, she was also afraid of being kicked off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she was flying so badly lately. "

Her words stunned the two of them. Then Ron said: "One can't have that many emotions at the same time, it would explode."

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

"She initiated it, I didn't want to--she leaned over and cried on top of me--I don't know what to-"

"Can't blame you, buddy," said Ron, looking startled.

"You've got to be gentle with her," said Hermione, raising her eyes worriedly. "Are you?"

"Well," said Harry a little distressed, "I kind of—patted her on the back."

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

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

"I must see, don't I?" said Harry. "There's a party."

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

Harry fell silent.

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

Of course she expected him to ask her out after what had just happened... the thought made his stomach constrict painfully.

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