if i am not me

Today is the sixth consecutive sunny day in England since September, however, not everyone is in the same mood as the weather.After class, Harry looked at the hurried back that Draco had left behind in annoyance, and fiddled with his slightly messy long hair again in frustration.

Walking alone at the end of the crowd, Harry's expressionless face made it impossible to peek into his heart. Only his heavy footsteps occasionally revealed his restless mood.

Do you want to go back to the dormitory now?

Forget it, going back would only add to the embarrassment.

Turning to leave the long corridor, Harry walked slowly to the edge of the lake, found an unoccupied piece of grass, and sat down against a tree trunk.Silently looking at the sparkling lake in the sun, he lowered his head in frustration.

He didn't think it was wrong to help Neville, but... how could it be like this?

"Huh, Harry?" A crisp voice suddenly came from behind, which startled Harry.Hastily putting away the fragility on his face, and returning to normal, he looked at the source of the sound as if nothing had happened - in front of the bushes not far from him, was Hermione who was also alone, holding a book like a brick in her hand. book of.

"Hi, Hermione!" He grinned and gave Hermione a light smile. Seeing her, Harry felt a little happier, "No class this afternoon?"

Nodding, Hermione packed up her schoolbag and thick books and came to Harry's side with undisguised curiosity in her eyes. "Why are you here alone?" Already used to seeing two inseparable figures, Harry who was alone inevitably made people a little surprised.

He smiled bitterly, and a layer of melancholy appeared in his green eyes, "It's my fault..."

"Oh?" Blinking in disbelief, Hermione stuffed the book back into her bag and looked at Harry quietly, "Want to talk?"

Hearing her words, Harry seemed to see the 17-year-old Hermione again, the little witch who always listened quietly when he was sad.Squatting in front of the tree with his arms around his feet, Harry stared directly at the lake, and after a long while he said, "I have something to hide from him." His voice was very low, and seemed to contain inexplicable depression. "He's waiting for me to explain, but I don't know what to say."

He didn't need to explain the specific reason. He was as smart and transparent as Hermione, so he didn't need to say a lot of things so clearly.

Sure enough, Hermione pondered for a while, and didn't speak for a long time.Seeing this, Harry continued to say calmly, "I always tell myself that I can tell him when the time is up. But these days I am very confused, when will the time be up?" Telling himself that he also exists Confused, Harry frowned quietly, and gradually fell into his own thoughts. "I really do not know……"

By the lake, the faint voice of the black-haired boy came to the girl's listening ears carefully, and it also fell into the heart of the man hidden behind the tree not far away.

It wasn't just Harry who was suffering from the Cold War in disguise these days.

From the first time he met Harry, Draco felt that this man would become one of the most important beings in his life.Therefore, he and Harry, who have always been honest with Muggles, became friends, not the slightly subordinate relationship with Crabbe and Goyle. To him, Harry was the real friend.

Harry is unquestionably good, but at the same time, he's also weird.The mere fact that he was born as an orphan and can enter Slytherin, which values ​​blood, is enough to arouse Draco's doubts, but there are not many disciples from families living outside, so it is not a big problem.But this kind of Harry mastered advanced spells that even the professor didn't necessarily understand, and cast them so proficiently, even though the subsequent weakness more or less showed his reluctance, but the secret hidden in it had to make De Rucker looked at this seemingly ordinary boy squarely again.

Drake doesn't care about the so-called concealment, who hasn't ordered a little secret?What's more, for someone like Harry who entered Slytherin as an orphan, his own existence may be a secret.

But why not explain?Even if it's just a lie...

Harry remained silent throughout, and he began to arm himself with indifference.But how can the heart that has been let go be taken back so easily?After all, he couldn't let it go... He had already left first, but when he unconsciously turned his head to search, he saw the lonely back walking towards the lake, so he involuntarily followed quietly, involuntarily concealed himself, and involuntarily listened. To their conversation, involuntarily... Somewhere in my heart melted with his words.

Don't know how to say it?

Leaning against the tree trunk, looking up at the blue sky through the green leaves, under the spot of light, Draco smiled.

What is the answer?That was the answer he wanted, that's all.

The days passed quickly, and more than half of the silent October had already passed.The previous cold war with Drake disappeared like a dream. So far, Harry doesn't know why that proud boy broke the frozen atmosphere between them. If Drake didn't say anything, he wouldn't. I would ask stupidly.

Ron and Hermione's relationship had finally improved slightly these days, thanks to Harry's help, although Draco always scoffed at it.

Since entering October, students have been looking forward to the arrival of Halloween. This holiday is second only to Christmas in popularity. After all, there are countless candies, puddings and roast turkeys, just thinking about it makes people want to cry saliva.

However, as Halloween approached, Harry faintly began to feel uneasy. In the past, it seemed that something happened on Halloween...

On the eve of Halloween, Harry woke up early in the morning and could smell a sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkins in the hallway.He casually tied up his shoulder-length hair with a rubber band, and after tidying up, he and Draco left the dormitory and walked towards the Charms classroom. Even if it was Halloween, there were still lessons to be attended.

In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick, who is not tall but extremely strict with teaching, finally allowed them to make objects fly.They started practicing in groups of two, Harry and Draco were the undisputed group, and next to them, Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione, was secretly rolling his eyes where she couldn't see.

"Now, don't forget that delicate wrist movement we've been training!" said Professor Flitwick in his usual high-pitched voice, standing on top of his pile of books. "Flick, remember, flick. It's also very important to say the spell correctly - don't forget the wizard Baluffeo, who said 'F' instead of 'S', and found himself lying on the bed On the floor, on the chest stood a cow."

The students started practicing the Levitating Charm according to their instructions, and soon they found that the real practice was much more difficult than the records in the notes. Gryffindor's Seamus Finnigan even accidentally burned the magic weapon he used for practice. feather.Draco poked the feather in front of him with his wand, glanced at Harry, who was obviously absent-minded, and followed his line of sight curiously, Draco immediately felt a dull pain in his head.

"Wingardium——Leviosa" Ron, who didn't know that his actions fell into the eyes of others, shouted loudly, his two long arms waving like windmills, well, it seems that this kid took him and Germany yesterday. Rucker forgot all about his preview!

"You said it wrong." Before Harry could speak, Hermione said bluntly, "It's Wingar-dium Levi-o-sa, you have to say that 'GAR' long and clearly."

Yes!

Harry suddenly understood where his anxiety these days came from. In his original memory, it was because of this spell that caused Hermione and Ron to quarrel, and then Hermione hid in the women's bathroom sadly, only to meet The troll who broke into the school...

"Since you are so clever, you should give it a try." Ron's voice was slightly raised, and he always lost his mind when facing Hermione.

Raising her eyebrows, Hermione shook her shaggy brown hair, rolled up her sleeves and waved the wand in her hand, saying clearly: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

In an instant, the feather the wand was pointing at slowly rose from the table and hovered four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick, who noticed this scene, suddenly clapped his hands and praised, "Look, everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded! 5 points for Gryffindor."

When the get out of class was about to end, Ron's mood was extremely bad.But now that Harry has remembered, he will do everything possible to prevent accidents from happening.As soon as Flitwick said get out of class was over, Harry pulled Draco to stick to Ron and Hermione.

"Ron." Harry said through gritted teeth, and put his hands on Ron's shoulders as he spoke, separating Hermione and Ron without a trace. "I saw it all just now, you kid must be too forgetful."

"Oh, Harry!" Ron looked at Harry, scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing his words, then remembered Hermione's "evil deeds", and opened his mouth to complain.Where would Harry give him this chance, as soon as he saw him speak, he immediately covered his mouth. "Listen, now, let's go to special training!"

Ron frowned, he was hungry...

"Hermione, I'm asking you to guide us later." Unexpectedly, Harry said suddenly, and before Hermione could react, he gave her a bright smile.

"Nummm..." Ron wanted to protest immediately, but no one could hear what he was saying.Draco shrugged his shoulders out of curiosity, tilted his head slightly to signal Hermione to follow, and walked in the front.Harry hooked Ron's neck half-pull and half-twitched, and followed behind Draco.Hermione looked at them, her eyebrows furrowed, and she gave a pleasant chuckle.

On this day, apart from taking a break for lunch, the four of them stayed by the lake to practice the floating spell in their free time.Under the warm sunshine, Hermione was already able to make a small stone fly, and Draco was not bad, a thin branch was his achievement today.Harry behaved similarly to Ron, the two let the flying feathers fight in the air to see who was knocked to the ground first!In the end, they ended the fight with Hermione's exclamation, because they were going to be late!

Hurriedly rushing to the hall, the sweaty four slipped to the long table of their college, wiping the corner of time.After they were completely seated, they expressed their sincere admiration for the layout of the hall tonight.

In the empty belly of the huge pumpkin, the dim yellow candle flames flickered, thousands of bats fluttered and flew on the walls and ceiling, and there were countless low dark clouds above the dining table. Circling and flying.The delicacies were served on exquisite golden dinner plates, and Harry and Draco, who were already starving, immediately began to enjoy this rare delicacy without politeness.Enjoy the short feast, thought Harry, before Quirrell arrived.

As for trolls?Harry looked up at the brown-haired girl who was talking to the twins, and swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin juice - Hermione was safe now anyway, so... fuck it.

Finally, Harry finished his baked potatoes and lamb chops to his heart's content, and just when he was about to pour another glass of orange juice, Quirrell rushed in so abruptly, or rather expectedly—his big scarf was crooked Hanging crookedly on his head, his face was full of horror.For a moment, all eyes were on him, and he staggered to the long table where Dumbledore was, leaned on the table, and gasped, "The troll... In the dungeon...thought you should know."

After speaking, the man who was usually as timid as a mouse fell to the floor and passed out.

'The acting is good', Harry watched this scene and couldn't help but secretly commented, if he hadn't known that this was his conspiracy, maybe he would be deceived by him again.

As soon as Quirrell fell, the hall was thrown into chaos, and Dumbledore had to make a few piercing bangs with his wand to silence everyone.

"Prefect," the calm old man said in a low voice after the moment of silence. "Lead the students of your college to the dormitory immediately!"

Looking at Dumbledore who was leading a group of teachers to rush towards the cellar where the accident happened, and then glanced at Quirrell who was "comatose" on the dining table, Harry suppressed the sneer in his heart.Think you made it?Quirrell is an idiot.

"What's the matter?" Draco asked with concern, looking at the weird-looking Harry.

"It's okay—" Shaking his head, Harry had a slight smile on his lips. Tonight, some people are destined to have no sleep.