[HPDH] Glass color

Leaving the diary behind, Harry returned to the Room of Requirement, where he rolled back and forth on the soft bed.He had to admit that he was really curious, he was like playing a discovery game, he was slowly accumulating clues to clear the level, and he felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

He must go again tomorrow!

Neville knocked on Harry's door again, and Harry hurriedly hid the diary, not knowing why he did it, just thinking it was the right thing to do.

Outside the door, Neville's brow was covered with sweat, he seemed very anxious, and after seeing Harry, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Where have you been, Harry? When I came to see you at noon, you weren't here, and Dobby told me that you didn't have lunch." Neville was very nervous, and he kept looking at Harry, as if he would faint at any moment fall.

Harry was stunned again, there were enough events today to turn his worldview upside down. "It is?"

"Night, Harry." Neville looked at Harry sullenly, like a parent who finds his child stealing candy, well, he put Harry and Teddy together at this moment.But the truth is, Harry is just as unreliable as Teddy.

Harry finally understood the reason why Neville seemed to be going crazy. He disappeared in Hogwarts for a whole day inexplicably—from Neville's point of view, Harry immediately put on a guilty look and a comforting smile, "Neville, calm down, man. Listen, I've been at Hogwarts, I just don't have a fixed place, I want to visit it, relive it, I miss it. You understand, huh? I'll make sure I'm on time Eating, like, you don't want me to miss my dinner now, do you?"

Neville sighed, Harry always had a way of persuading him, but he had nothing to do with Harry. "Okay, let's have dinner first, and after that, you have to promise me that you won't disappear for no reason again, Harry. Otherwise, I'll tell Hermione and Minerva."

Very well, now that Neville has learned to snitch again, Harry is a little angry, but he feels that he shouldn't be angry.His friends cared for him, and he couldn't hurt someone's kindness.

"Even if those kindnesses displease you and don't actually help you at all?" a voice in his heart said.

Harry shook his head, he decided to forget the horrible thought, he was questioning his friend?On the second day after meeting that diary, he began to question his best friend who supported each other from the war together?Harry couldn't believe it, and it was hard to accept.Harry didn't want to be, uh, like a, like a Slytherin...

"But you have to admit that the Sorting Hat once tried to sort you into Slytherin." The voice reminded.

"No! It's Voldemort's soul fragments at work!" Harry roared in his mind, he would never admit it, maybe he had missed a lot of obvious truths after struggling so far.

"Harry, are you all right?" Neville asked concerned across the table.

Harry? Another distracted Mr. Potter, he shook his head upset, "No, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern, Neville, I'm fine, really. Let me have dinner, maybe some Bordeaux wine."

That night, Harry fell asleep again on the radio. The "Harry Potter Observatory" reported the time at midnight, but this time it added a new sentence after the time report, "It is now 2003:7 on July 20, 23, from the official countdown to Harry Potter There are still [-] days left for Mr. [-]rd birthday, let us wish him a happy birthday together."

Before Harry rolled over and fell asleep, he suddenly felt that the world was unreal. He was almost 23 years old, but he still thought he was 17 years old.

He hadn't moved on from the past, Harry realized suddenly, and he decided to think about it in the morning.

Waking up from sleep again, Harry rested his forehead with one hand, feeling dizzy.He barely sat up, leaned on the cushion, closed his eyes, and his mind went blank.He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.Harry felt that was an important part of finding the source of his irritability, but after he slept, he forgot everything he thought before going to bed last night.

Damn it, Harry cursed as he sat on the bed.Then Kreacher appeared and handed Harry the glasses, which he thanked with a smile.

"Master Harry, someone visited 12 Grimmauld Place yesterday." Kreacher reported dutifully.

"Damn it, who is it?" Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with his forefinger.He was very irritable, for many things, and he found it increasingly difficult to control his bad temper.

"Miss Ginny Weasley," Kreacher lowered his head, and almost said the name through his teeth. He has always been very pessimistic about the relationship between Harry and Ginny, and then he used what he thought was very low The voice continued, "That pure-blood traitor girl, rude and uneducated. How could she, how could she think that she would be worthy of my noble and kind master Harry, although the master was deceived, but Kreacher No. Kreacher will take care of Master Harry instead of Young Master, and Kreacher will never allow anyone, anyone, to hurt Master Harry...anyone!"

Harry actually didn't want to mention Ginny, but he had to ask why Ginny came, "Is she here for something?"

"She wants to make sure that before Master Harry comes back from 'America'...Kreacher knows that Master Harry is avoiding her, oh, how dare she try to get her hands on such a perfect Master Harry...everything is kept at home Clean and tidy... home? How dare she, how dare she use that word, that whore, bastard, of course Kreacher can take care of everything!" Kreacher's mind can only maintain high efficiency when dealing with Harry functioning as well as awake.

"Shut up, Kreacher, you can't describe Ginny like that, she is, she is also your future master, we are getting married." Harry's guilt once again invaded his entire mood, Ginny, that is A spell that made Harry feel uncomfortable whenever he mentioned it.He didn't want to admit that Kreacher was right, that he was avoiding his pretty red-haired fiancée.

"Yes, Master Harry, Kreacher knows." Kreacher bent down again, the tip of his nose pressed to the floor, and he was still murmuring, "Kreacher will never admit that a whore is Kreacher's master, Master Harry is too kind, too easy to be deceived, he is always so kind, oh, praise the master's kindness, but Kreacher has to be extra careful, Kreacher has to protect Master Harry, Master Harry's noble personality must not be tarnished by anything or anyone!"

Harry had already given up on correcting Kreacher's "whispering softly" that Kreacher thought he thought, and he knew that Kreacher was a good elf, but the long years and the portrait of Mrs. Black had damaged his nerves.

A little later, Neville came to find Harry again, bringing the day's paper and Teddy's letter.

Teddy was a six-year-old boy with the appearance of Lupine and the special physique of Tonks' Metamorphmagus.The boy's greatest joy is trying to be more like Harry. He has recently learned to write a lot of more difficult words and sentences, so he is happy to be loyal to writing letters with Harry instead of using the communicator to talk.

Harry sealed the letter with sealant immediately after writing Teddy's reply, and handed it to Neville.Neville would give Teddy the letter four days later, because Teddy still believed that Harry had stayed in America and hadn't returned.

After writing the letter, Harry and Neville started their breakfast.Harry read the Daily Prophet as he ate his breakfast.Today's newspapers still reported the Ministry of Magic's raids at length, and Harry lacked interest in it.He just couldn't wait to finish this period of breakfast, and after Neville left, he would be able to enter the diary immediately. This time he would pay attention to the time and definitely be able to catch up with lunch.

After breakfast, Dobby came to collect the tableware, but Neville did not leave.

"You, don't you have anything to do today?" Harry pretended to be very interested in the news on the entertainment section of the newspaper, and he pretended not to ask.

Neville was looking at a book on herbalism, and he waited a moment before replying, "Yes, I have a lot of free time today."

Then, the Room of Requirement, Harry's room, fell silent again.Harry looked at the printed newspaper, and he could read every single word, but not what they meant when they were put together.Harry was a little absent-minded, trying to hide his absent-mindedness as he tapped his fingers on the table.

Neville didn't seem to notice that the book in his hand almost occupied his whole soul.

Harry and Neville spent the whole morning in such a weird atmosphere.After lunch, Harry found that Neville still had no intention of leaving, which made him even more irritable, and Neville just continued reading with another book.

Harry buried himself in the newspaper, thinking he was going to kill someone.Merlin!

The author has something to say: Kreacher said: To bookmark, to comment, not to give?Sure enough, it was a Muggle. ==