war and peace

In October, the weather starts to turn cold and humid with fog.The flower beds were muddy and watery, and Filch could often be heard yelling because someone kept muddying the hall floor.Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, started to get busy, because many people had a cold, and those who had taken the medicine had steam coming out of their ears, like the locomotive of the Hogwarts Express.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team lamented Wood's insistence on intensifying training in the weather.But for Harry, training Quidditch in this bad weather is no longer a painful thing.Because only at that time, he could unscrupulously look at a small black dot in the stands from above - that was Tom holding an umbrella.No one will know what he's doing, isn't the Seeker's task just to keep circling the sky looking for the Snitch?

In fact, he was already doing his best to avoid any prolonged contact with Tom.He always looked away when they were talking, and he tried to find excuses not to go with Tom and Hermione on their regular library trips.Fortunately, with Quidditch practice, at least he had a good reason not to go to the library every Tuesday.But when he descended from the sky, he could always find Tom's figure disappearing from the stands on time.

This had excited him for a while, thinking that Tom at least understood a little.But the next time Harry spoke to him, his eyes were still calm and calm, just like everyone else's, and Harry felt that he was being sentimental again.

Fortunately, Professor Roald's side is easier to cover up.After all, they were in close contact for one afternoon a week, and as long as Harry did what he ordered, that time would pass quickly.And Professor Roald's tutoring is just like what he said, very energy-consuming, so Harry sleeps the most soundly every Saturday night.That's a good thing, because it takes him away for a moment about how upset he is.

It wasn't until Halloween that Harry realized something was different: he didn't hear the Basilisk's whispers.That was to be expected though, since the culprit's diary was now lying snugly under his own four-poster bed in Gryffindor Tower.He just remembered that he had forgotten Voldemort and his Horcruxes for a long time.

Who cares... Anyway, even if Voldemort wants to do something, he has no power to stop it now... and it looks like he doesn't want to do anything, Harry thought of the picture he accidentally saw last time.Voldemort is back, no matter what he wants to take revenge on his greatest enemy (Harry regards himself as a qualified person to be Voldemort's enemy), but he doesn't even want his subordinates to do anything!Moreover, he said that he would do this himself, so why is there still no movement...

I couldn't figure it out... Once again, Harry found that every time he thought about it, it was in vain.So he decided to devote all his mind to his studies.What took the most energy was Professor Roald's tutoring. He had already mastered the Disillusionment Charm, and he could successfully get close to the invisible beast within a hundred feet or so without being noticed by it.Harry himself was not very satisfied with the progress, but Professor Roald said he had done a good job.

Hermione was very envious of Harry, almost jealous after knowing what he had learned. "Invisible Beast!" she said excitedly. "Believe me, there are very few wizards in the history of magic who have been able to capture such an animal without a single injury!"

Sirius also expressed his support for this matter in the letter. According to him, they must have been lucky enough to meet a very powerful wizard as a professor.He also apologized to Harry that he was "a bit stuck" and hadn't been able to visit him lately.

It wasn't until Harry was reminded that this happened.But it's good that Sirius can't come, he's very upset now, maybe his godfather will find out.

Quidditch season has begun.Harry, as the new Seeker of the Gryffindor team, no one knows his strength except the team members and the onlookers Hermione and Tom.It was his first match, against Slytherin, and his Gryffindor classmates had high hopes for him.

It seemed that Lucius Malfoy was still willing to generously sponsor the Slytherin Quidditch team, whose brooms were dazzled by a row of shiny Nimbus 2001 engravings.Draco Malfoy is Slytherin's Seeker, different from the previous disgust or provocation, and also different from the deliberate approach in the first year, Harry felt that the pair of pale eyes looked at him recently full of caution and suspicion , especially when he and Hermione Tom are three together.

He didn't know what made Malfoy make this change.However, he is not in the mood to study Malfoy's anomaly now, and his own affairs have not been resolved.

The day of the race was very humid and muggy.The sky was leaden gray, and there was a faint sound of thunder.Before Harry entered the dressing room, Hermione and Tom hurried over to wish him luck.This only made Harry happy for a while. When he entered the door and found several girls in the team lying on the window to watch Tom go away, his mood immediately became the same color as the sky outside.

Although Harry and Draco Malfoy didn't have any feuds this time—they even greeted each other when they first entered school, Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been hostile to each other, and Wood asked them to be sure when he gave them a morale boost. win. "It's up to you, Harry!" Wood said finally.

When they came out to the field, apart from the booing from Slytherin, the other three houses cheered and cheered together.The Slytherins had won the Quidditch Cup for seven years in a row, and both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted them to be beaten this time.The referee was Mrs Hooch, and Harry saw veins appear on the backs of both Wood and Flint's hands as she asked the captains to shake hands.

The whistle sounded, and the two teams immediately rose into the air.Harry was flying high, and Malfoy was circling below him, seemingly ready to watch his every move closely.Harry squinted and looked around, looking for the Snitch.He could hear the Gryffindors cheering from a distance, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.If they won, surrounded and buoyed by that winning mood, maybe he could succeed more easily than usual...

Harry circled the field round and round, hoping to catch a trace of gold.Draco Malfoy didn't seem to see either, both he and Harry were looking around.Below them, Gryffindor and Slytherin were twenty to sixty, and the Slytherin's broom was so much faster than theirs, it was just a blur of green shadows.

It started to rain.Big drops of water fell on Harry's face, blurring his glasses.Harry couldn't see the game below clearly at all, and could only listen to Lee Jordan's commentary to judge the progress of the game.In a short space of time, Slytherin scored three more goals.That's not going to work... He has to hurry or he'll lose... It should be easier for him to find the Snitch without that messy Bludger.

Suddenly there was a swishing sound in his ear, and a big gray-black ball flew past his eyes.Harry was taken aback, and immediately saw that it wasn't for him.He was breathing a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw a golden light following the Bludger, and he immediately drove the broom to follow.The Slytherin Chaser caught up and saw him chasing the Bludger, and was stunned for half a second before he spotted the Snitch behind him.

Draco Malfoy was in the other half, and although he heard his companion's voice and rushed over immediately, it was obviously impossible for him to catch up with Harry.Harry was getting closer and closer to the Snitch. He stretched out his hand vigorously, and he was about to reach the Snitch...

Suddenly there was a sound of wind from behind his head, and without thinking about it, Harry stretched out his hand and grabbed it, then lowered his head and turned his body, grabbed the broom handle with his other free hand, and his whole body was suspended in mid-air.The crowd below let out exclamations and stood up one after another. "Caught it!" He showed a smile that no one could see clearly, "I caught the Snitch!"

The Gryffindors were boiling.The Gryffindor team was already seventy points behind, but Harry caught the Snitch first.The foul play by the Slytherin team was very obvious, their Chasers tried to hit Harry on the back of the head with a big club when he caught the Snitch, and almost half of them saw it, so it was very important for Harry to catch the Snitch, and I feel sincere admiration for successfully avoiding that fatal blow.

As soon as Harry hit the ground, he was embraced by the other Gryffindor team members one by one. "Good job, Harry!" Fred said, "I was afraid you were hit just now... We should have thought of such a thing!" Wood was so excited that his words were a little incoherent: "Okay ...It's just too... sure enough..." Alicia Spinnet gave him a warm hug, and Harry almost choked.

More and more people ran down from the stands to join the celebrating crowd.Harry thought he saw Hermione, who couldn't get in, jumping and waving at him outside, and someone next to her grinning at him.He felt a heat in his heart, and immediately squeezed outside.Along the way, many people reached out to him, hugged or said something, Harry didn't pay attention at all.During the period, he stumbled into a mud puddle under his feet because of the blurred glasses. Fortunately, everyone around him was trying to shake hands with him, so he didn't get stumbled.

He finally squeezed outside. "Hero of Gryffindor, huh?" Tom said with his usual chuckle, reaching for Harry's glasses. Putting the freshly cleaned glasses back on Harry, noticing that his robe was soaked and tightly attached to his body, and was still dripping, he couldn't help but frowned again: "And your clothes..."

Did he see himself almost falling?Hermione was gone, and she probably couldn't wait to squeeze in while Harry squeezed out.Harry watched Tom as he was about to cast a spell on his robes, grabbed the hand holding the wand, and dragged him away involuntarily.

"What's the matter with you?" Tom finally couldn't help asking when Harry dragged him up three floors and turned two corridors.This is not the way back to Gryffindor Tower...

Harry looked around, the surroundings were quiet, and he didn't even meet a ghost along the way.Everyone in the castle was probably still on the Quidditch pitch... He flung open the door of what appeared to be an empty classroom, pulled Tom in, and closed it, leaning against the back of the door, panting.

"...Do you have something to say to me?" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his gaze fell to Harry's feet, where a small puddle of water had already begun to accumulate.He rolled up his sleeves, and his wand lit Harry's robe: "Dry the clothes first, don't you feel uncomfortable? Waterproof..."

Before he could finish the spell, Harry grabbed his hand again.Tom was really surprised now, he raised his eyes, just in time to meet Harry's eyes looking at him.There was some incomprehensible emotion in those green eyes, and he had never seen anyone look at him with that look before.The eyes of most people looking at him are full of awe or fear, as well as suspicion and distrust. He has never had such a look that makes him feel that his cold chest is warming up bit by bit, as if he can hear the sound of his own heartbeat.He'd never felt like... damn it!He shook his head violently in his heart, don't look at him like this, it will create some illusions that shouldn't be there!

But Harry still held his hand, and moved closer and closer.Eyes meet, breath hears.Tom wanted to back away, because Harry was too close, and the expression on his face... how should I put it, as if he had made up his mind to do something. "Is there something on my face?" Finally he couldn't help but speak, the atmosphere is a bit strange.But he regretted it as soon as he said it, and it sounded like a stupid way to change the subject.

Harry looked closely into the dark eyes.The things inside flashed so fast that he could barely catch them.But there is no doubt about it, there is no disgust, it seems that there is still a little expectation?Still flustered?Oh, forget it, he doesn't want to figure out what it is anymore, he can only hear a louder and louder voice in his head urging, hurry up...

Tom is taller than him.Standing on tiptoe slightly, Harry pressed the back of his head with his other free hand, ignoring the last shocked look, closed his eyes, and kissed him.The moment his lips met, the beast in his heart suddenly raised its head and let out a long, contented howl into the air.