HP Magic Biography

After the painful few minutes passed, Cho mentioned Umbridge. This made Harry breathe a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed the topic. They spent a little pleasant time following the attack on Umbridge, but because this topic has been discussed thoroughly in the DA meeting At this time, it did not last long. In the end they fell silent.

Harry was very embarrassed by the tusk from the next table, thinking about finding something to say.

"Well, what are they doing? A date?" Hermione wrapped herself up, but fortunately the weather was still cold, otherwise...

"I mean, Hermione..." Fanlin looked at the black turban around his head. "Do we have to do this?"

"You have to be right about what you are doing. If the weather doesn't allow it, a pair of sunglasses is a good choice." Hermione said seriously.

"But, we are in the house." Fanlin said, "Oh, okay..."

Seeing the expression in Hermione's eyes, Fanlin wisely chose to shut up. It was a strong desire to survive.

"Your coffee," Mrs. Patif said from the side.

"Thank you, I mean, we just came, it was a bit cold..." Fanlin said, putting the coffee on the table, and then lowering the curtain of the box against the wall.

"So, what should we do?"

"What are you doing? Didn't you come here?" Hermione said indifferently, still staring at Harry tightly.

"Uh, okay..." Fanlin shook his head, then set his gaze on Harry, "But the two of them are really not dating."

"Autumn has this meaning, but Harry still doesn't understand it." Hermione concluded, "Perhaps Harry put his mind in the lounge today. I don't think this is a normal behavior of Harry. He doesn't like Autumn very much. Is it?"

"Uh...should...should..." Fanlin was also a little uncertain, and Harry looked like he couldn't wait to leave.

"Should?" Hermione seemed to have heard something incredible, she looked at Fanlin, but Fanlin did not answer. At this moment, the silence between Brother Qiu and Harry finally broke.

...

"Uh, would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar with me during lunch? I'm going to meet Hermione there."

Qiu raised his eyebrows.

"You want to meet Hermione, today?"

...

"I think she misunderstood something..." Hermione whispered.

...

"Ah... yes, um, she let me go, I think I'd better go. Do you want to go with me? She said it doesn't matter if you go."

"Oh, she's really good." But Qiu's voice didn't sound like it was really good at all. On the contrary, her tone was very cold, and her face suddenly became scary.

"Did she really misunderstand something?" Fanlin also listened to the conversation between the two people in an incredible manner. "I mean, Harry didn't know I was going?"

"He may have forgotten to say that this explains one thing..." Hermione said, her eyes fixed on Fanlin.

"Oh, I swear, I like you very much." Fanlin said quickly.

...

A few minutes passed in silence, and Harry quickly drank his coffee as if he was about to have a new cup.

Beside them, Roger Davis and his girlfriend's lips seemed to stick together. Qiu's hand was on the table next to her coffee, and Harry felt an urge to hold it.

"Just do it," Harry said to himself, the feeling mixed with panic and excitement rushing through his chest, "reach out and hold it."

Surprisingly, it seemed to be more difficult to stretch his arm twelve inches to touch her hand than to catch a golden snitch in mid-air. But just as he moved his hand forward, Qiu put it down. She watched Roger Davis kissing his girlfriend with a slightly interested expression.

"He invited me, you know," Qiu Jing said, "a few weeks ago, Roger, but I refused him."

Harry, trying to explain why his hand suddenly stretched across the table by grabbing a sugar bowl, did not understand Qiu's words at all. Why did she tell him this? If she wants to sit at the table next door and accept Roger's kiss, why does she agree to come with him?

He said nothing. The little angel above them dropped another handful of confetti, some of which fell into the cold residue in Harry's coffee cup, and Harry was about to drink it.

"Oh, come on, Harry..." Hermione was nervous to death, holding the curtain tightly with one hand, but she couldn't help it when she saw Harry's hand on the sugar jar. Disappointed……

"I was here with Cedric last year." Qiu said suddenly. It took him two seconds to hear what she was talking about, and Harry felt that his internal organs were frozen.

Harry couldn't believe that she was going to talk about Cedric at this moment. At this moment, the lovers around were kissing, and the little angel was floating above his head.

Fanlin on the side was also shocked. It is impossible for Qiu to not know that this is definitely a taboo topic, but in such an atmosphere, mention a person who abandoned her because of Harry?

Qiubao raised his voice. "I always wanted to ask you, Cedric—he—did he mention me before he left?"

This is the last topic in the world Harry wants to discuss with Qiu.

"Um-no -" he said quietly. "He—he doesn't have time to say anything. Uh, you, did you watch the Quidditch game during the summer vacation? Yours is Ireland, right?"

Harry's voice sounded unreally pleasant. What frightened him was that he saw tears in her eyes again, just like after the D.A meeting before Christmas.

"Look at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Harry said disappointedly, leaning over to avoid being heard," let's not talk about Cedric now, say something else. "But he obviously said something wrong.

"I think," she said, tears falling on the table, "I think you know-understand! I need to talk about this! Of course you also-need to talk about this! I mean, you saw it happen, right -right?"

Everything is wrong like a demon; Roger. Davis's girlfriend stopped sticking to Roger, but watched Qiu cry.

"I—I talked about this," Harry whispered, "and Fanlin and Hermione, but—"

"Oh, you want to talk to your friend!" she said harshly, tears gleaming on her face. Many people stopped kissing and looked at them. "But you don't want to talk to me! Also—maybe we will pay the bill now and it would be better for you to meet your friend Hermione Granger. Isn't that what you think?"

Harry glared at her, completely at a loss, Cho grabbed a napkin and wiped it on his face.

"Qiu?" he cried weakly, hoping that Roger would let his girlfriend turn around and continue kissing, and stop looking at himself and Qiu.

"Let's go, get out of here!" she cried, crying, covering her face with a napkin. "I don't understand. Since you still want to meet other girls, why did you invite me in the first place. How many people will you meet after meeting Hermione?"

"It's not like that!" Harry said, and he finally understood why she was angry. He was relieved and couldn't help but smile, but after a few seconds he realized that he had made another mistake.

Qiu jumped up, the whole teahouse fell silent, and everyone looked at them. "I'll pay attention to you, Harry!" she cried, whimpering and rushing to the door, yanked the door open, and ran into the pouring rain outside.