This love is only a memory

Harry stared blankly into Hermione's eyes.

Their noses were close together, and their lips were so close that they seemed to meet if they breathed.

Harry felt like he was on fire.

His face was burned red, his ears were burned red, his neck was burned red, and even his hands were burned red.

It's so hot!

The red phone booth was like a red flame, burning his nerves.

Harry felt himself burnt.

He was dying.

Almost suffocating.

he needs……

He needs Hermione...

Yes, he needed Hermione!

Harry was looking greedily at Hermione, and Hermione was looking at him.This bewildered, embarrassed and flustered Hermione was like a spring of fresh water, making Harry unable to help but want to get closer, and get closer.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day!"

The indifferent female voice extinguished the flame burning him like a basin of ice water.

The elevator doors slammed open.

Hermione jumped up as if waking up from a dream, and jumped out of the elevator: "I...I..."

Hermione, who was stammering, finally gave up talking, and she stumbled away, leaving Harry alone in the phone booth.

What happened to him just now?

Harry was ruffling his messy hair in confusion. He must have been cursed to think that way about his best friend.

What a shame!

He had no face to see Hermione again!

oh!Hermione!

How was he going to explain it to her!

he is sick!

He must be sick!

but……

but……

Harry thought vaguely of the missed kiss.

Wonder what that would taste like?

Cho Chang is salty.

Ginny is spicy.

Where's Hermione?

It should be sweet!

Do not!

Can't think any more!

he is sick!

Cursed!

He needs to wake up!

"Minister!" The colleagues passing by were obviously frightened by Harry's actions, "What happened? Did someone attack you?"

Harry finally stopped the weird behavior of banging his head on the phone: "No...no...I'm just testing my newly developed defensive spell."

The colleague looked at Harry's flushed forehead in bewilderment.

"That's just a disguise," Harry veiled. "You know, sending false signals of injury to the enemy doesn't really hurt at all, really, it doesn't hurt at all."

Harry grinned under the admiring eyes of his colleagues and left the elevator.

He's going to negotiate with Kingsley, he's going on vacation!

Yes!He is going on vacation!

He must take a vacation!

Just now, he finally found out the cause of his illness. Needless to say, it must be caused by continuous overtime work and lack of sleep.

On the way to the office of the Minister of Magic, Harry conceived a bunch of arguments to persuade Kingsley to let him take a normal leave, but after seeing Kingsley, he found that he forgot the words!

"Hermione's right, you're an idiot! Harry Potter!" Harry thought to himself, mockingly.

Although, Harry didn't think it was all his responsibility, who made Kingsley scare him with such big dark circles under his eyes.

Ask for time off?

just forget it!

Judging from Kingsley's state, he was the one who needed the vacation the most.

"What's going on?" Harry asked with concern, trying to control himself so as not to offend Kingsley, even if it meant swallowing half of the question.

look!He originally wanted to ask: "What happened to make you look like this?!"

However, he was quite sensible, and he did not make the respected Minister Kingsley go berserk, although it seemed that he was not far away from going berserk——

"Six attacks! We've only been quiet for a few years!"

Harry wondered why he hadn't noticed that Kingsley's roar looked like a lion before?Maybe it was because he was single during the years when he first met Kingsley!Kingsley, always calm and steady, kind and kind, seems to be gradually driven into a mental disorder by the pressure of marriage.

Poor Kingsley!

Harry listened in silence as Kingsley yelled at him to explain the situation—

"It's time to teach these bastards a lesson! Teach them law! Order! And, damn it! Teach them respect! Attacking Muggles! What a despicable act! Must be punished! Sanctioned! Let me tell you what they need! Defeated! Knocked down! They need to be feared! Just like the Muggles they hurt!"

Kingsley finished yelling.

Harry felt that his ears were dying too, and he could imagine that Kingsley must have been abused terribly by his wife, which was almost a routine—Mrs. Shacklebolt yelling at Kingsley, and Kingsley yelling at Harry.But fortunately, at least Kingsley had a better conscience than his wife, at least he would apologize every time he yelled at Harry.

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