HP Magic Biography

As soon as Harry turned around, the person he was most looking forward to was standing in the middle of the room, which made him a little panicked, and also a little bit elated, but when Harry saw the tears slid down Cho's face, the elation suddenly changed became a panic.

How—? Harry suddenly didn't know what to do.

Cho just stood there, crying silently.

What's the matter? Harry said softly, and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to imitate Fan Lin's treatment of Hermione, but it seemed inappropriate. Harry raised his hand, feeling a little embarrassed, while Qiu Just stand where you are.

Qiu shook her head, wiping tears on her sleeves.

I... I'm sorry, Qiu said vaguely.

I guess... just... learning these things... just makes me... wonder if... if he knew this... he would still be in the...

Harry's heart plummeted past its usual place and settled somewhere in his stomach. He should know. She wanted to talk about Cedric.

He knew that Cedric liked Qiu very much. If there were no accidents, there would definitely be Cedric among the current teaching staff. Fan Lin would definitely do this, and Harry had no doubts about it.

Then, Qiu is definitely not what he is now. Cedric just sent Qiu a letter and left without saying goodbye under everyone's puzzled eyes.

This has been the topic of discussion around Hogwarts for almost a whole year, after all, it involves Harry, and Voldemort.

This is an eternal topic in the wizarding world.

The Boy Who Lived, or the grievances and grievances between the Savior and the Dark Lord, and Cedric naturally intervened that night, and then became a victim.

Everyone wants to explore and empathize with.

He does know these things, said Harry, somewhat heavily. He's also very good at it, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten to the middle of the maze. But if Voldemort really wanted to kill you, there's no hope for you.

There would be no hope, Harry couldn't help thinking to himself, wasn't he the one Voldemort wanted to kill?

There is also Fan Lin, they have all confronted head-on, but they are all intact, only Cedric, who is no different from dead.

As for himself, Harry knew very well that if it wasn't for his luck, Van Lin would still have his own wand when he arrived.

Is that magic spell called Flashback Curse?

Or……

Harry couldn't help but grip his wand tightly. Their wands are related, and they are related, as if their brains...

In fact, Cho shuddered involuntarily at hearing Voldemort's name, but Cho stared at Harry unflinchingly.

When you were just a baby, you survived, Qiu said quietly, as if he was asking why Harry was the only one who came back intact.

Yeah, um, Harry said wearily, moving towards the door, I don't know why, and neither does anyone else, it doesn't look like it's anything to be proud of.

Oh, don't go! Cho said tearfully again, ...I'm... sorry I've made this place so distressed and upset. I didn't mean to...

Her shoulders trembled twice again.

Harry paused, inexplicably, even when her eyes were red and swollen she was still very pretty.

This made Harry feel very sad. Just Merry Christmas would make him very satisfied, but he couldn't help looking forward to it.

What are you looking forward to?

Harry was at a loss for words, but Cedric's topic was like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head.

He couldn't face Cedric, could it be that Cedric protected him and then unexpectedly became...

I know it must be terrifying to you, Qiu Rou said weakly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve again.

I mean, when you confront him, the man can't help it...and Cedric had an accident...I think you just want to forget about it

Although it was difficult for Qiu to say it, Harry still understood what it meant.

Harry didn't say anything; she said it was quite right, but he didn't feel the courage to say it, he didn't have the courage to face Cedric, or, to actually hand Cedric to the Ministry?

He was just a victim, forced into a bad identity, and Harry knew that.

But autumn...

You know, you're really a good teacher, Qiushui said with a smile. I've never been able to knock anything down with a Stunning Charm before.

Thanks, Harry said awkwardly, looking up.

Two people know what to say and what not to say, although it may seem like self-deception, but if you care about everything...

Why not give yourself a chance?

Harry thought somewhat contradictoryly, maybe...

They looked at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, Harry felt an urge to run out of the room, and at the same time, he couldn't move his feet at all.

Relieve parasitism, Qiu said quietly, pointing to the ceiling above his head.

Yeah, said Harry. His mouth is very dry. Though, it may be full of elves.

Elf? What is it?

Don't know, Harry said. She moves closer. His head seemed to be knocked out. You'll have to ask Luf... no, it's Luna, I mean.

Autumn makes a portamento between sobs and laughter. She is closer to him now. So close that he could count the freckles on her nose.

I really like you, Harry. Cho said with a wink.

It was as if his heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, Harry couldn't think. A feeling of excitement spread throughout his body, paralyzing his limbs and mind. She was too close. He could see every tear on her eyelashes...

Half an hour later Harry returned to the common room to find Van Lin and Hermione sitting in the best seats by the fireplace, and almost everyone else had gone to bed.

Hermione was writing a very long letter, half the scroll of parchment hanging from the edge of the table.

While Fan Lin was lying on the back of the chair, Harry saw a bunch of shiny objects changing constantly in Fan Lin's hands. And Ron was honestly at the table, working hard for his Transfiguration homework...

Well, it's perfect...

What were you doing? Ron asked suddenly, as Harry sat down in the armchair next to Hermione.

Harry didn't answer. Still devastated, he wanted to tell his friends what had just happened, but felt he should take the secret to his grave.

How are you, Harry? Hermione asked, gazing at him past the quill.

Harry shrugged casually.

In fact, he doesn't know whether he is good or bad now.

The first second was very contradictory, and the next second...

Harry's mind was blank. In fact, he hadn't figured out what was going to happen until now.

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