HP monster

When I personally participated in it, I realized that it was nothing to just pass by friends in a hurry without being able to say hello... We almost wanted to split ourselves in half with an axe, half to investigate the legend about the Chamber of Secrets, and the other half to Look up some ancient sounds that cannot be heard by others.

We had Miss Granger urging us, and we couldn't help but push ourselves harder.

No one dared to undertake the wrath of the lady.

"I found it... Like I said, there is a frequency band that humans can't hear, such as cats, dogs, bats, etc. It is very likely that when they hear some unusual screams, humans will only It's a joke to stroke their fur... well except bats."

Harry's face was purple: "It means that I don't belong to the category of human beings? Want to try smooth hair Granger?"

Hermione was shocked: "Sorry!...Okay, I'll look again."

The little girl walked halfway, then turned around with a frown: "I mean, Harry, don't get angry, maybe the one who attacked Mrs. Norris this time wasn't human at all, maybe it was some kind of animal, And Harry, you don't know why you have the ability to understand the speech of this animal." This time she couldn't wait for us to talk, and she was attracted by a book again.

"You have to say that she has a very good brain, and this assumption is very reasonable." If we say that we seem to be acting together, in fact, it is Hermione who often brings the correct answers and guesses.

Harry was still sulking at Hermione categorizing himself with animals: "I'm human!"

"Okay, we all know." I helped Harry put down the book in his hand, and led him out of the library, "Take you to a fun place, I went there once when I was just in school, but unfortunately I was caught by Professor McGonagall bag."

Harry was curious: "What are you doing?"

My face was mysterious: "Take apart the broom."

I saw Harry stagger, laughing and kicking him in the ass.

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"She actually removed all the brooms in the room! I only removed two, and she restored them to their original state."

Walking along the same path, I opened the door only to find that the broom that had been with me all night could not find even a branch.

Harry suppressed a laugh beside him, "I said, why did you lead the way this way, haha, how many lifetimes ago did you come here? The broom has long been moved to the broom shed."

"Except for the school team, which Ravenclaw have you ever seen flying around on a broomstick? Didn't they all skip class to read books... Hey, no, then you watch me go the wrong way! Brat!" After chasing after him, he thought He wanted to kick Harry, but Harry dodged it deftly. He rushed out the door, turned his back to me and shook his buttocks: "I have the ability to catch up!"

This is provocation!

If I catch him, he will die! !

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"Dickas—"

I don’t know how long I’ve been running. I’m so tired that I leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. I was surprised that Harry’s physical strength has become so good—but I guessed the reason in a flash. Wood has become more and more demanding on their physical training recently. He insisted on getting No.1 once before graduation.

"Don't run away... Harry... Phew... I'm dying of exhaustion... I'm glad we didn't run into Filch..."

"No, Dikas, come here!" Harry poked his head out of a room around the corner, with surprise and curiosity on his face, "I saw you...the grown-up you."

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"Tom Marvolo Riddle."

This is the collection room of major achievements of former students of Hogwarts. It is full of photos. The characters in the photos are walking back and forth. There are even five people in one photo frame. They are communicating in a low voice. I heard Fragments of a few words, it is concluded that they were former students of Ravenclaw, absolutely - only Ravenclaw would gather in piles to study some almost lost ancient spells after death.

Harry pulled me further into the room.

"Who is that person you just mentioned?" I was puzzled and let Harry drag me.

"He, I... Dikas, I don't know how to describe it, but you will understand after seeing it." The room is a long and narrow structure, and the time for talking has already come.

Leading me to stand still, Harry pointed to the picture frame hanging on the penultimate one.

... In fact, there is no need for him to repeat, I also saw him at the first sight.

Just like...

Seeing the same as me growing up.

...such a wonderful feeling.

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The man in the photo frame was sitting on a chair reading a book. When he saw Harry and me, he showed a gentle and gentle smile.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, Prefect of Slytherin House, Order of Merlin in 1944..."

"Okay, Harry!" I interrupted Harry in a panic, "Stop reading, it's a coincidence, I mean it's very close to Filch's office, it might be worse if he finds us here , leave quickly, I...we..."

"Let's go." Harry shrugged, gave me a smile, took my hand and led me away from this awkward place.

I am very grateful.

He obviously wanted to say something, or had seen something, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Harry..." Walking out the door, I held Harry in my arms, "I want to take you to see my mother this Christmas."

"it is good."

Harry hugged me back, obviously there was only one word, but after hearing his answer, I just wanted to hold him like this forever...

Hold like this forever.

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While waiting for Christmas, what is still looking forward to is Harry's Quidditch match. Harry attaches great importance to this. He said that this is the first time I can appreciate him up close. In the official competition, if he doesn’t win quickly, he will be too embarrassed to show off to me on the broom—he has always laughed at my inability to balance on the broom, and he always emphasizes that if It’s not that there are things like brooms, I’m afraid he won’t be able to beat me in any aspect in his life...

In fact, Harry overestimated me. He did better than me in many aspects, such as social interaction, heart, and attitude when encountering difficulties.

... All I can do is always escape.

This is a stink, but it seems that I have lived as an invisible person for too long, and I have forgotten how to make a correct choice.

That's why I'm afraid to explore my resemblance to Tom Riddle... My cowardly instincts prevent me from even setting foot in that collection room.

...It can be judged that ever since Arthur told me about my mother, I already knew which camp my father was in. They captured a woman, even if they did some damned nasty things to this woman , but they don't wait until a woman is pregnant with another man's child and is about to give birth to a child before killing her.

This is not normal.

Unless the man with the woman is himself a member of the Death Eaters.

I thought the conflict between me and Harry could be reconciled, when I thought my father was Quirrell.I swore back then that even if I gave myself a complete forgetfulness, I wouldn't let my negativity affect my relationship with Harry.

Dad didn't have one, and he never could, but not Harry.

But now things have become complicated, and I confirmed that Quirrell's incident was a misunderstanding, that is to say, my dad is probably still a member of the Death Eaters, and Harry...he was born to eat Death Eaters the sworn enemy of the Christians.

How can I ensure that Harry and I can get along comfortably when we are in such an awkward camp?

How can I make sure that if the war does resume one day, I can get Harry to stop pointing his wand at me?

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I worry about these messy things all day, and maybe one day I will die because my brain is overwhelmed. The epitaph reads: This person spent the first half of his life looking for traces of his parents, and the second half of his life spent all day Cranky is committed to driving himself to pieces.

...this is simply too bad.

But there were worse things for me - Harry's game went wrong, a Bludger went crazy trying to kill him, and even Mandy lamented the number of Harry's enemies , Mandy told me that this time it was also a curse - don't look at this kid who is extremely shy, but his research on curses is really no other peer who can surpass him.

I frantically ran to the bottom of the stands, trying to get closer to the stadium, holding Mandy by the hand, he masters spells better than me, and can help if necessary... But we are still late, Harry Broken his own arm, Lockhart was one step ahead of us. Before everyone could react, he cast a so-called healing spell on Harry's own initiative, and simply took the blood out of Harry's arm. bone.

The snitch in Harry's hand flew away at some point, and the stands cheered, Gryffindor won... But none of us around Harry could laugh.

Harry's arm was like a rubber glove now, and Harry tried to shake it, but it didn't respond.

"Go to Madam Pomfrey..."

I feel like I'm going crazy. If Mandy hadn't been pulling me, I would have rushed up and kicked Lockhart in the head!

This lunatic! !

If he is not a professor, if...!

"You should come to me directly." Madam Pomfrey's angry head was about to smoke, "Okay, Harry, lie down, and I'll help you put the broken bones back together."

"You will too, won't you?" Harry asked urgently.

"Of course I will, but it will be very painful." Madam Pomfrey said with a straight face, throwing Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to spend the night here..."

Ron and Hermione were arguing, for Lockhart, this smart little girl has insisted that Lockhart was just a momentary mistake, I was irritable and wanted to drive out the two chattering people, leaving Harry clean.I'm already convinced that if the little girl still insists on proclaiming how good Lockhart is in front of us every day, I don't mind entertaining her with some innocuous little toys.

Madam Pomfrey gave Harry the Skeleton.

"Come on, Dikas, not everyone and potions react as much as you do. Apart from making Harry feel his throat burning, there is no other adverse reaction."

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This woman actually lectured me like this when I tried to stop the potion!

she!

"Dickas, I'm fine."

...well, since Harry spoke too.

I reluctantly got out of the way to make room for Madam Pomfrey...Harry didn't react too much after drinking the potion. He gave me a soothing look after drinking the potion. The sarcasm in Mrs. Frey's eyes.

"Okay, you all go out, this kid has 33 bones to grow, don't bother him here, let him have a good rest!"

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"Please, let me stay. You said that this potion will hurt after a while, and Harry will be alone by then... Please, please, I will never quarrel." I deliberately stayed in the last one, okay Wait until everyone has left before getting down and pleading with Madam Pomfrey.

All kinds of tricks were used, and even what he said could disgust him.

Madam Pomfrey is also considered an old acquaintance, she was shocked by me, and she shook her hands twice as if waving something away: "Go, go." She didn't even have time to wait for me to make any promises before leaving in a hurry .

I turned around and gestured victory to Harry. Harry smiled wearily and fell asleep after a while.

The author has something to say:

The girls are a little impatient, let Dikas cherish the days of going to school with Harry, I have a feeling that the future will be more rough＃_］

During the war years, identity was a big issue, you know.

Fanwai is working hard to write, from Xiaoha’s perspective, it may be a bit slow, but I won’t break my promise o(￣ˇ￣)o