The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It was the last day of July, early in the morning.

Harry was wearing yellowed sneakers and a black plaid striped shirt he bought last year. It had faded a little after being washed several times, and it was slightly blue. Two buttons had fallen off. He walked out of the bathroom sleepily.

On the carpet beside the bed in the dormitory, dozens of packages were piled up into a small hill. These were birthday gifts sent by friends.

Hedwig was standing on the top of the hill.

Harry's eyes lit up and he was a little more energetic. He rubbed his eyes and suppressed his joy and walked over: "Good morning, Hedwig."

The owl tilted its head to look at him and opened its mouth to respond.

Hedwig was already an adult snowy owl, with white feathers mixed with some black feathers. Her true body shape could not be seen from the outside. Anyway, she was fluffy and soft, and looked very good to the touch. Her black eyes were still pure and bright, just like when they first met.

The owl was soon put on the carpet and gnawed on the dry white rat meat.

Harry sat and watched, a smile on his face.

He never regarded Hedwig as a pet he kept, but more like a loyal companion.

If there was anyone who had always been by his side over the years, the answer was actually Hedwig. Whether at Hogwarts or returning to Privet Drive during the holidays, Hedwig even stayed with him in the stairwell of the Dursleys' house. When he ran away without permission that year, it was Hedwig who accompanied him on the Knight Bus and went all the way to the Leaky Cauldron to stay.

When conditions allowed, he fed her white rat jerky and special nuts, and Hedwig ate them very happily. When conditions were simple, such as when he stayed at the Dursleys' house, when the canned owl food was finished, he fed her some jerky and bread crumbs that he ate himself, and Hedwig did not protest.

Sometimes the food he fed was too unpalatable, such as Hagrid's rock cake, which was really hard to swallow, so Hedwig would go to the woods to hunt for food by herself.

Harry occasionally thought about a question, would Hedwig be willing to stay with him?

Or was he trained to be like this, to obey his master's orders, to follow him without reward, and to work as a postman?

Harry secretly glanced at the pecking snowy owl, thinking that Hedwig also regarded him as a partner.

Taking the top package, Harry tore off the brown paper on the surface while thinking distractedly, Hedwig is already an adult, should she find a mate? It would be best if it was a snowy owl.

Perhaps his eyes were a little offensive, Hedwig stopped pecking and looked at him suspiciously.

Harry quickly gathered his thoughts and lowered his head to concentrate on opening his gift.

There were no other social circles in the boarding school, and birthday gifts were basically given by classmates. They were all the same things, candies and snacks, books and stationery, Quidditch toys, and some funny things, such as the Many Flavoured Beans with the Weasleys Trick Shop label...

The packaging said Many Flavoured Beans, and it looked like Many Flavoured Beans from the inside out. In fact, it might be Many Flavoured Beans, but with the Weasleys Trick Shop label, he didn't dare to taste it.

Tear off the label and put it away temporarily, and find an opportunity to give it to others.

As birthday gifts were opened one by one, sorted and classified and placed aside, many birthday cards were stacked into a small pile. In this process, Harry clearly felt the love from his friends, and a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart arose from the bottom of his heart, which made him slow down and move lightly to prolong the process of opening gifts.

"...Birthday gift from Loren, "The Origin and Development of Legilimency". Birthday gift from Hermione, "The Application and Practice of Legilimency." Harry held two books that were obviously from the same series and fell into silence.

Did they do it on purpose or accidentally?

Is this kind of gift considered thoughtful or perfunctory?

I put the two books on the bedside and prepared to study them carefully in the dormitory at night.

There were basically no surprises or accidents in the gifts that followed. They were all put into the storage scales, some in the snack area, some in the sundries area, and the bag of multi-flavored beans was placed separately.

When the last bag of nougat was put into the scales, Harry still didn't find Ginny's gift. He subconsciously looked to the side and saw only the kraft paper packaging piled up in a ball. There were no other packages.

"Does Ginny want to give it to me in person when school starts?"

Harry scratched his head and didn't think of those messy and bloody things.

...

The small courtyard on the edge of the forbidden forest was more lively than the castle during the summer vacation. Before Harry approached, he clearly heard the chirping of birds in the woods.

Walking along the path to the fence, Harry looked at the closed door and was surprised. In the past, at this time, Fang the Hound would have smelled the scent and run out to circle around his trouser legs with his tail shaking.

Could it be that they haven't returned from the Forbidden Forest tour yet?

Just as Harry was thinking about it, he heard light footsteps in the house. It was definitely not Hagrid. Harry's eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to hold the wand in his pocket, and quietly approached with light footsteps.

Pushing the door open suddenly, Harry was stunned in place, his eyes wide open, and the scene in the room came into view:

Ron, holding the cake, sucked his saliva, Loren, sitting on the sofa chair, was teasing Fang, Hermione, who was holding his shoulder, was talking in a low voice, and Hagrid, holding a teapot, was standing in front of the fireplace.

And the girl he had been thinking about was standing next to him, and Ginny was staring at him blankly, with a strange expression, happy and a little flustered.

The room was a little messy with a few ribbons and kraft paper scraps scattered around. It was obvious that someone had wrapped a gift here not long ago. Considering Ginny's hasty action of pushing something behind the chair, it should be his birthday present if nothing unexpected happened.

Loren looked up, kneading his chin, and said to Harry, who was moved, "Happy birthday."

"You... I..."

Harry blurted out a few words, then closed his mouth, put away his wand, and quickly stepped forward to hug the red-haired girl, all his thoughts and words melted into the passionate kiss.

Ron opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

Loren turned his head and glanced at him, and after a moment of silence, he asked curiously, "Are you angry about Harry's behavior, or are you jealous of Ginny?"

"..."

Ron rolled his eyes.

The corners of the other people in the room smiled.

The Apparition license made distance no longer a limitation. Last night, I received a phone call from Ginny, saying that she had communicated with Professor McGonagall and the school gate would be open at nine in the morning. Loren and Hermione agreed without much hesitation. They first arrived at Hogsmeade and then walked to Hagrid's hut...

The reunited couple was so affectionate that the atmosphere in the room became strange. Ron's patience was running out quickly, but Hagrid was very happy to see this scene, like Harry's old father.

"Tsk tsk..."

Loren was still scratching Fang's chin. It was a pity that he didn't bring any dog ​​food, otherwise he would definitely feed it.

In addition to celebrating his roommate's 17th birthday, another purpose of returning to school this time was to observe his roommate's progress in Legilimency practice to see if he could find some clues about Horcruxes.