[HP] This deer is not a deer

Leaving aside why he was becoming more and more strange in front of Snape.

Harry begins to panic about his game, as the first match of the Goblet of Fire looms.

But he has no escape other than accepting that, and Rita Skeeter publishes an article about the Triwizard Tournament, a photo of Harry takes up a good deal of the paper's first page.

It was a hot, uncomfortable shame that Harry felt—

Not to mention that Rita Skeeter not only turned his hesitations into disgusting tirades, but also asked what other people thought of him—

Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts.

His close friend Colin Creevey said that Harry was inseparable from a girl named Hermione Granger. Miss Granger was stunningly beautiful and born into a Muggle family. Like Harry, she was also a schoolgirl. One of the top students in...

Harry was cranky, and he wasn't in love with Hermione at all!

"Would you like a handkerchief, Potter, so you won't cry in Transfiguration?" the Slytherin behind him sneered deliberately, and although it wasn't the first time, Harry couldn't stand it any longer.

He turned around suddenly and was about to roar, when a voice suddenly broke in.

"—you dropped your quill."

A delicate and pretty face came into Harry's eyes, and those dark eyes were very beautiful. Harry hesitated a few times in embarrassment, and was suddenly embarrassed.

"Oh—ok—sorry," he muttered under his breath, taking the quill.

"Well... good luck on Tuesday," she said, "I really hope you do well."

"Ah... um..." Harry replied nah-nah, and Qiu Zhang had already left, which made Harry a little dazed, with various chaotic thoughts running in his mind, as if since the beginning of this semester, he was in the same grade as him. One after another, people began to fall in love.

Someone else said he liked Hermione, although that wasn't true... He thought of the beautiful Cho Chang, Harry was embarrassed by his own thoughts, and for a split second, Snape's stern face flashed through his mind , Harry immediately seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water.

Harry shook his head, feeling a faint uneasiness in his heart, determined to put these unimportant things behind him.

Those days before the first project flew by in the blink of an eye, as if someone had set the clock back twice.No matter where Harry went, he was filled with uncontrollable panic, which was like people's malicious comments on the "Daily Prophet" article, which followed him wherever he went.

Probably, these days, the only thing Harry felt happy about was that he was always pulling and biting at Snape's sleeve, deliberately damaging Snape's clothes as revenge.

...It's actually quite embarrassing.

Although Snape never disliked him, Harry would blush occasionally when he thought about it, maybe his behavior was a little too childish, he is not young, he shouldn't be like this, what's worse, Snape always likes to touch him , the rescuer stroked his soft belly, he was touched almost all over by Snape, which made Harry always stare back at Snape in horror...

...However, in the castle, Harry had to try to put on a face and pretend that he didn't know Snape at all.

And, Snape was always deducting points from him!

This made Harry angry, and every Friday, he would not let go of Snape's... robes.

This resulted in Harry snorting angrily every time he saw Snape.

But it seems that this is the only way he can vent his anger.Harry wondered just thinking about it, which made him stare whenever he bumped into Snape in the castle.His strange behavior managed to get Snape's attention.This made it not only him looking at Snape, Snape would always look at him first, and then he would be deducted points.

It mainly depends on Snape's mood, and then points will be deducted as appropriate. Anyway, it's not good - it's just a matter of severity.Harry figured it out later, but something seemed wrong, why did he figure it out?

Over time, even Hermione felt something was wrong.

"Harry, do you ever feel that Professor Snape is always watching you?"

Harry shrugged and said firmly, "Absolutely not, you're overthinking it."

Snape had no way of knowing who he was.

…So, had he really been staring at Snape?no?Don't be a little uncertain about asking, Harry decided angrily to cause another small loss to Snape by gnawing on his nasty black robes!

It wasn't until the weekend night that Hagrid mysteriously asked him to wear the invisibility cloak to find him, and Harry finally became ill and was stunned by him—he saw a whole four dragons!

This is what the first game is about? !

Harry wasn't in the mood to think about Snape anymore when he got back, and the only thing to be thankful for was that probably what they needed wasn't fighting dragons, but walking through them.Sirius told him to be aware of those around him, especially Karkaroff's 'ex' Death Eater, and Sirius told them that someone was missing.

All the news pointed to this bad omen, which made Harry feel even heavier, but he couldn't see any special connection between them.Hermione and he racked their brains, trying to come up with a simple spell that would subdue the dragon, but came up with nothing.

It kept Harry awake at night until the Monday before the game, when for the first time in his life he began to seriously consider escaping from Hogwarts.

But thinking about going back to Privet Drive... Harry would rather stay here and face the dragon, Sirius failed to tell him the way to defeat the dragon, but in the end, he found a way.Harry swallowed his share of bacon with difficulty. Madame Maxime and Karkaroff must have known the content of the match, and the only one who didn't was Cedric.

Harry thought about it, and told Cedric about it.

Cedric thinks he owes him a favor, but Harry doesn't care, he's more worried about getting through the race - dodging all the dragon attacks with his broomstick and getting the golden egg.

He draws a Hungarian Horntail and pays horribly for a wounded arm.

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- the first game.

Fire-breathing dragons aren't unlovable, they're downright terrifying.

Ron finally realized that this kind of forced competition was too dangerous to show off.

The game that ended allowed them to finally reconcile.Harry should have been happy for falling directly in front of the fire dragon without shame, but the ensuing troubles were more annoying than the competition, and Rita Skeeter entangled him even more, she was always sneaking Wandering around, trying to find out about him from his friends... But what she reported wasn't even remotely true!

This annoyed Harry, and he simply stopped watching the Daily Prophet.

December brings high winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts.Although there were always drafts in the castle in winter, every time Harry walked past Durmstrang's big ship parked on the lake, he saw the big ship pitching and rolling in the strong wind.

Harry was still meeting Snape privately.

No matter how cold the weather was, Snape would definitely come, and Harry was secretly enjoying it.Although Snape was late occasionally, he didn't care and didn't want to know why he was late... It would be better if Snape wasn't really their enemy.

But Harry was skeptical of that hope, and wasn't too optimistic about it.

Especially after being scolded and made things difficult by Snape every time in class, he can always realize this reality deeply and clearly.

— he and Snape had no chance.

Impossible to be...friends?

Harry was always reminded of the fact that he should be happy that the first game was over.

And now, he was actually worrying about Snape.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Hermione finally couldn't help asking him.

Harry snapped back, "What?"

"Why are you always in a daze recently?" Hermione asked him strangely.

Harry said vaguely, "Oh, it's nothing..."

The class was about to end, and the guinea fowls that they turned into guinea pigs just now were locked in a big cage on Professor McGonagall's podium, and they had already copied the homework on the blackboard into their notebooks.

After class, Professor McGonagall asked him specifically, "Well, Potter, I want to ask if you have found a dance partner?"

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall incredulously.

"It's a tradition," said Professor McGonagall solemnly. "You Hogwarts warrior, as a representative of the school, you must do what everyone expects you to do. So, you must find yourself a dance partner, Potter."

"..." Harry was dumbfounded, but Professor McGonagall didn't take his refusal at all - he figured he'd rather fight dragons for one more round than find a girl to dance with.

Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower with a new worry in bewilderment, only then did he realize that all the students from the fourth year and above seemed to be staying, as if everyone was obsessed with the upcoming prom - at least all the girls That's right.

It turned out that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls, he had never noticed before.

Harry looked left and right, looked around.

He saw the girls giggling and whispering in the common room, the girls screaming and laughing every time a guy walked by, the girls exchanging ideas excitedly about what to wear on Christmas Eve . The boys are also constantly paying attention to the girls around them.

Harry thought anxiously, who should he turn to?

The next day, when Harry was still worrying early in the morning, a curly-haired girl in the third year of Hufflepuff House offered to invite Harry to go to the dance with her.Harry was so taken aback, he didn't know her at all, Harry refused without even thinking about it.The girl walked away, looking hurt.

This made Harry have to endure the sarcasm and ridicule of the girl from Dean, Seamus and Ron for the entire History of Magic class that followed.

However, in the afternoon, two more girls came to invite him, one was in the second grade, and the other... He was horrified to find that it was in the fifth grade. Looking at her, it seemed that if Harry dared to refuse, she would take the He passed out.

She was taller than him - Harry was shocked, she was a head taller than him!

Harry would not agree to death, he was not prepared for this at all!If he had to choose someone taller than him - Harry suddenly thought of Snape, closed his eyes in pain, and was horrified to find that the comparison seemed... not quite right.

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