if i am not me

The mornings at Hogwarts are never lacking in bustle after school starts. Maybe the bustle will come a little later on weekends, but it is by no means today.

While Hermione urged Ron, who was still frantically buttoning his robe behind him, she walked side by side with Neville on the way to the restaurant.And in their ears, there are constantly chattering discussions from other students—after the summer vacation, everyone has too many fun things to share with their friends, so even the least talkative At this time, I can't help but chat with others.

Neville didn't pay attention to those conversations, because years of habit had made him ignorant of whispers he didn't want to hear, but Hermione didn't.

First of all, it was because she couldn't completely ignore it like Neville did, and it was also because of her nature of observing things around her.Of course, sometimes it is because the speaker's voice is too loud, making it difficult for people not to pay attention.For example, the two girls walking in front of them now.

"Your mother doesn't want you to go back to school?" The girl who spoke was a Ravenclaw, and she was frowning now with those two thinly drawn eyebrows, and her voice was as if she was afraid that no one would hear her.

"No, it's not. In fact, it's my grandfather who doesn't want me to go back to school." The girl who was asked obviously felt that her friend's voice was too loud, which made her turn her face slightly, allowing Hermione to see her face clearly ——is the famous beauty of Ravenclaw, the Seeker of the Quidditch team, Cho Chang. "This holiday he always wrote to my dad to tell me to go back to my hometown. God knows, I haven't been there since I was a child."

"Don't you always go there with your parents? I remember you told me that you spent one summer vacation in Hong Kong."

"But only in Hong Kong. My hometown is far from there, Marietta."

"Oh, so that's the case. I always thought your hometown was Hong Kong. Uh...why doesn't he want you to go back to Hogwarts? You know, this is the most famous school in Europe."

"Who knows what the old man thinks. But the people in my hometown can cast some strange spells, so my father said that maybe it's because my grandfather saw 'catastrophe (Chinese)'."

"What do you mean?" The girl named Marietta raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and seemed to be very interested in that word she had never heard before.

"It means disaster. Like a prophet making a prediction, see the future in some ways...

...I don't know very well, my father knew some, but he didn't teach me about it. "

"That's such a pity, Cho. Think, prophecy, how wonderful it is."

Qiu saw the longing look in his friend's eyes, and chuckled lightly, "But that also requires talent, Marietta. At least my father said he didn't have this talent, so he did his current job. "

At this time, they had already reached the door of the restaurant, so Hermione only had time to hear Marietta say with a smile, "It's a good thing your mother doesn't agree with you to go, otherwise Cedric would be very sad..." Seeing the two of them pulling at each other Wenclaw went to the table, and she sat down with Neville and Ron next to Ginny who was greeting them at the Gryffindor table.

Ginny and Neville naturally had a lot to talk about, and Ron, who had finally packed up, just sat down when he noticed that Hermione was still staring in a certain direction while eating breakfast.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione's concentration made him follow her line of sight curiously, but then, he looked at Hermione strangely, "What are you looking at a girl for? Although that girl is long Good."

Originally, Hermione was just thinking about what Qiu Zhang said just now, but when Ron said this, she was choked by the pumpkin juice and coughed again and again.When Ron saw this, he knew that he had caused trouble, and he hurriedly patted her on the back to mitigate the crime, but he still only got a fierce stare from Hermione.

After finally getting over it, Hermione had no intention of answering the question, let alone scolding Ron.Sighing, she simply continued to deal with breakfast in suspense, which made Ron, who was already prepared to meet her anger, feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came to send out the class schedule for this semester at this time, which loosened the stiff atmosphere.It's a pity that the atmosphere that had just improved became restless after everyone saw the class schedule clearly.

"Merlin, let's see what classes are available today..." Ron couldn't stop howling as he looked at the timetable. Almost all the classes he didn't like were scheduled for today.If Lupine was still in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it would be something to look forward to, but he has already left, and he was replaced by a pink old toad...

While Ron was moaning about the timetable, Draco and Harry looked no better.

Draco had naturally heard the horrors of the OWLs years.It's one thing to know, but quite another to actually touch.Looking at the full courses on the schedule, even though he was always rigorous in his studies, he twitched his eyes a little bit unbearably.

"I now understand why you said that the fifth grade was a year of skipping classes." With his chin stuck in his hand, Delaware held the thin piece of paper between his thumb and forefinger, shaking it weakly, "I'm now I started thinking about skipping class.”

Harry gave a helpless smile to Draco's speech, and whispered, "But at least you don't have to go through it again knowing that there is such pain."

"Well, I admit that you make me feel better..." Shaking his head funny, Draco raised his hand to rub Harry's slightly messy black hair, but at this moment, a gray The horned owl interrupted his movements.

Watching the owl land steadily in front of Draco, Harry glanced at the leather pocket on its feet, and naturally took out the owl food inside and fed a few pieces.And Draco also took advantage of the opportunity to finish reading the letter from home, showing a slight smile.

"Is there anything good?" Seeing the smile on the corner of his lover's mouth, Harry couldn't help asking curiously.

"Uh, sort of." Slowly handing the parchment to Harry's hand, Draco whispered in Harry's ear, "My parents visited your house last night and sent Dobby to your house by the way."

Harry, who was about to open the letter just now, couldn't help but startled when he heard the words, "What... what?"

"Dobby, at your house, protect Mary and Willy." Draco understood the reason for Harry's surprise, but he didn't rush to explain, just repeated the previous words with a smile.

As soon as he saw the corners of Drake's lips, Harry knew that he was trying to tease him deliberately, so he stopped opening the letter and stared at Drake, waiting for him to give him an answer.

"Okay, okay." Suddenly finding that he couldn't resist looking at Harry, Draco let go of his teasing thoughts after regretting a lot in his heart, and explained in a low voice, "You also know that father and Mary are also It’s a business partner, and you and I...so it’s understandable that he would try to protect you. But it’s impossible for him to let others know what he wants to do, so he thought of this way,”

Harry thought for a moment, nodded, accepting the reason, but it wasn't the only thing he was curious about. "As I recall, house-elves were not allowed to leave the dwelling with which they were contracted."

"Generally speaking." Harry was not at all surprised to ask Draco about this, "But in fact, house-elfs can leave the house to do many things as long as they are ordered by their master. But very few Some people do it because it might make the house-elves do something out of the ordinary."

"Then your father is not worried?"

"I think father should have his own way. Although it is always easy to be injured for no reason at times, at least the other elves in the family are really inferior to Dobby in terms of magic power, so don't worry, I believe she will be able to protect him." Good Mary theirs."

Always getting hurt for no apparent reason... Harry thought, he knew how they got there.Harry has always had conflicting feelings towards Dobby.On the one hand, he was very grateful for what this elf had done for him in his previous life, even though they had almost no contact with each other now, but on the other hand, he didn't know if it would be dangerous to leave this hidden danger in Malfoy's house.

Fortunately, now that Dobby has gone to his house, with Mary and the others taking care of him, there shouldn't be any major problems.But for safety's sake, he'd better write a letter to them later to instruct them.

After making up his mind, Harry temporarily put this question aside and started talking about other things, "To be honest, I still don't quite understand why your father would cooperate with Mary. You know, the business There's Lupine here too, haven't they always been tough?"

Drake had already spread jam on the bread at this time, and when he heard Harry's question, he smiled meaningfully, "Harry, you have to understand something. For nobles, interests come first." After speaking, he put Warm bread was delivered into Harry's mouth, which he was about to open.

"What are you talking about quietly in the early morning, and you are still feeding breakfast like this..." At this moment, a voice appeared behind them, it turned out to be Blaise.

Harry and Drake gave Blaise a supercilious look at the same time, which made Blaise push Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting next to Drake aside, and after sitting down, he yelled pretendingly, "I almost saw you It’s not for you anymore, you actually treat me like this.”

"What's going on?" Hearing Blaise said that he almost couldn't see them, Draco and Harry put away their jokes and looked at the handsome dark-skinned boy seriously.

"What else is going on, my mother doesn't want me to go back to Hogwarts, but fortunately I persisted." Shrugging, Blaise narrowed his slightly raised long eyes, and took an empty glass from the table for himself Poured a glass of orange juice. "She can't let her preferences control my life."

"Why didn't she let you go back to Hogwarts?" Although he had already guessed some clues, Draco still threw out the question. Sure enough, Braston glanced at the teacher's seat angrily, "What else could it be?" What happened... If the headmaster hadn’t published his high opinion, I wouldn’t have been arguing with my mother every day during the holidays. You know, she almost forced me to stay in America and wouldn’t let me come back.”

"But you're not in America now, that's a good result, Blaise." Knowing the ins and outs, Draco patted him on the shoulder clearly, "I just didn't expect you to still hear that kind of argument. Can hold back."

Blaise smiled deeply when he heard the words, "I just insisted on coming back because I knew."

Speaking of it, no matter how upside down England is, it has nothing to do with him. After all, his mother has now settled in America, and he only wants to complete his studies.Since he was already studying at one of the best schools in the world, why should he disturb his life plans because of a character who until now had no definite news.What's more, everyone knows that the person "that person" is most afraid of is Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, so Blaise doesn't think there is any danger for him to stay in this school.Instead, going to a new school may cause him more trouble...

The friend's answer made Draco look at him tacitly and smiled. At this time, Millicent Borst, a classmate in the same grade, suddenly walked up to them with a smile, and said to Blaise, "Sabini, you Did you get your timetable?"

"Ah, not yet..." As he spoke, Blaise frowned falsely, and began to chat with the girl slickly, while Crabbe and Goyle, who had already moved once, had to move again .Fortunately, the two of them didn't mind this move. Anyway, for them, as long as there was always good food on the table, it would be fine.

As for what they're talking about about the year of the OWLs... uh... that stuff, we'll see when the time comes.

The author has something to say: (biting a handkerchief with tears in his eyes) Nai... you are the overlord...