war and peace

In any event, Harry's first Quidditch match - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin - was drawing closer, amidst Harry's double-sided scheming.The weather, as Sirius once said, was getting worse.Thunder rumbled in the air, and the sound of the strong wind hitting the wall and the breaking of trees in the distant Forbidden Forest could be clearly heard.The raindrops hit the windowpanes like bullets, forming wide streams of water and dripping down.

On the day of the official match, Harry was woken up early in the morning by Peeves' prank.Oh, damn it, the inertia of history refuses to let him go for such a trivial matter?The back of his neck was chilled by the wind. Harry guessed that he would not be able to fall asleep again, so he could only get up reluctantly.Getting up, dressing, all in silence—and when he finally picked up his Firebolt, Harry couldn't resist taking a quick glance at the innermost four-poster bed, which was still hung with curtains.A thought raced through his mind quickly: would he go and see?own game?But he soon decided not to investigate the answer to this question.

Harry yawned as he descended the tower's spiral staircase.He was surprised to find that the fire was raging in the common room, and someone had already got up.A black-haired boy is sitting by the fireplace, with the book in his hand open, but his head is turned to the window, as if he is staring at the heavy rain in a daze.The sound of Harry coming down the stairs woke him up, and the boy turned to see Harry standing on the last step, staring at him.

"Morning..." Tom looked at Harry's scarlet Quidditch robe, "The weather is terrible..." I hope Harry remembers to use those useful little spells on himself this time, don't Like the last time he came out of the Chamber of Secrets, he stood outside Gryffindor's portrait for half the night wearing only a pajamas in winter.But now the wind is so strong, and his boy is so thin... Tom made up his mind, bent his head, and turned a page.

Harry didn't say anything, just nodded hastily, but he couldn't help thinking: If it was him, maybe he didn't sleep all night... After Tom finished speaking, he continued to bury his head in the book, as if he didn't expect him to answer at all. .It was true that he was angry at Voldemort's actions, but what about that sense of loss?Harry pulled up an armchair and sat down at the other end of the fireplace, his mind filled with images that had nothing to do with the Quidditch match for some reason.Bread slices with peach jam, water and moisture spells, dots on stadium seats...

The more I thought about it, the more difficult it became, two hours was extremely long.After finally waiting until it was almost breakfast time, Harry got up and walked to the portrait hole.Tom, who had been buried in the book, also raised his head. He quickly grabbed his wand and said a few words silently.

The game is easier than imagined.Except for the bad weather that caused the Chasers on both sides to have a sharp drop in accuracy, everything else was perfect.Without the shading of the glasses, Harry's vision is clearer, and he can make all kinds of sudden actions such as braking and turning without worrying about the frame being thrown off.His new broom showed unrivaled speed and stability in the wind and rain, fully displaying all the characteristics of a world-class broom.And surprisingly, Harry didn't feel wobbly or unsteady on the broom at all, he felt as if he had gained a hundred pounds all of a sudden, yet moved freely.

Harry caught the Snitch at 9 minutes.The Gryffindor players were very happy because they defeated Slytherin; and the Slytherin, although they looked very unwilling, did not want to continue the game in this bad weather.

When they hugged each other from mid-air and landed on the field, Dumbledore came down from the stands with a big umbrella to congratulate them, "It's wonderful!" he said.But Harry was extremely skeptical, in this kind of weather, that he couldn't figure out where the game was going, and how much the people in the stands could see.And Professor McGonagall next to Dumbledore was obviously very excited, and hugged the Gryffindor team members one by one.On the other side, Snape, it was really hard to say which was uglier between his face and the weather.

"Oh, a very perfect spell, Potter!" Professor McGonagall was overjoyed, only realizing the fact when he felt Harry's clothes dry to the touch.Although rain was dripping down Harry's ballgown, the fabric wasn't wet at all.

"Indeed, the Gravity Curse is also very beautiful, Harry. It seems that Professor Roald has taught you a lot..." Dumbledore seemed to be pointing, and his eyes fell on the Firebolt in Harry's hand. A nice broom, isn't it?"

Harry didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's comment on the broom, he was completely absorbed by the previous sentence.What did Dumbledore say?Gravity spell?I only used waterproof and moisture-proof and warm spells!But since Dumbledore said that, there must be...

Suddenly, Tom stared at him in the morning and said "the weather is terrible" came to mind.Apart from him, Harry couldn't think of anyone else who would and had silently cast this kind of off-kilter spell on him.He looked towards the stands suddenly, but the rain was so heavy that he could only see a faint figure.

Dumbledore stood nearby, watching Harry's movements.He followed Harry's line of sight, which was the Gryffindor seat.What is the situation now?Dumbledore frowned imperceptibly.

Two weeks before the end of term, the sky suddenly cleared, taking on a blinding opaline hue.The holidays are coming, everyone is looking forward to it, and the castle is full of Christmas spirit.Hermione decided to stay in school, and Harry knew that although she verbally said that she would no longer care about him and Tom, she was still worried.Harry was grateful for that, but no one else could have a hand in it.

Another chance to go to Hogsmeade in the last week of term.Sirius still made an appointment with Harry at the Three Broomsticks, and the tone of the letter was very pleasant.Harry discovered the reason when they met. His godfather gave him an early Christmas present.

"How about it, Harry? These are too heavy for an owl to carry, so I delivered them myself." Sirius happily placed a huge package on the table, so that there was no room for a cup, and they just Can hold butterbeer in one hand.

"What is it?" Harry asked curiously.Hermione next to him also looked puzzled.

Sirius smiled and winked at him.Hermione hurried to hold the cup for him while Harry unwrapped the package.Harry quickly tore off the kraft paper packaging, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a box model.There are many little people inside, they are wearing various Quidditch robes, they are tumbling in the air, a few balls shuttle among them, and there are static stands and grass below.

"The latest Quidditch panoramic model on the market!" Sirius said triumphantly, pointing to a row of buttons and a small display below, "You can change the tactics of any of them at will to simulate actual combat .However, the Golden Snitch is an automatically controlled track! It also saves the classic events of the previous Quidditch World Cup, which can be replayed at will!"

Harry's eyes widened.This is obviously much easier to use than Wood's small blackboard, with a specific image, and it can simulate the opponent's possible tactics... "This is really good!" He praised sincerely, "Thank you, Sirius."

Sirius waved his hand, "As long as you like it." He glanced at Harry and Hermione, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, why are you two? Where's Tom?" Although he didn't like that boy watching Harry looked in his eyes, but with such a big and heavy thing, could Harry get it back alone?

Hermione was still in shock, and was about to say something when she heard this, but Harry preempted her: "He didn't come this time."

"Oh." Sirius looked at him, then at Hermione, who was silent, and replied thoughtfully.They had a fight?He originally wanted to say that it is normal for boys to fight and fight, and they will forget it after a while.But he suddenly thought of Tom's determination to win last time. Although he did not discriminate against homosexuals, Harry was still young, and there might be more and better girls in the future!Don't think he didn't notice Harry's hidden disappointment when he answered him, maybe it was a good row... so in the end Sirius didn't say anything.There is another one at home, why are there so many people who have a headache!

The holidays came, and only Harry, Tom and Hermione stayed at school, and the Gryffindor tower suddenly fell silent.Because of taking so many classes, Hermione's homework filled three desks.Harry was also doing his homework by the fireplace, but Tom never paid attention to his homework. Sometimes he was in the library, sometimes in the common room, and every time he saw him, there was always a pile of thick books that were precariously next to him.

Harry wanted to ask him about the Gravity Charm, but held back a few times.So what if he's sure?They still have to continue to get along awkwardly.So the two of them had their own thoughts, concealing the unnaturalness of looking up and not looking down.

On Christmas morning, Harry woke up with a violent jolt.

"Harry, Merry Christmas! Here's your present!" Someone put something on his bed. "Merry Christmas..." Harry got up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and realized it was Hermione.She was in her dressing gown, and she was putting Crookshanks on Seamus' bed before sitting down herself.

Hermione gave him a very beautiful quill, "Thank you, Hermione," its soft tail accidentally touched Harry's nose, and he immediately sneezed, "Looks like I'll be more careful in the future ’” Then, Harry discovered that the gift from the Dursleys was actually a long coat of kid cashmere.Holding the soft material, he felt in a hallucination for a moment: the Dursleys had never given him anything worth more than ten pence, usually a cotton swab.This time the relationship was a little better, but it was limited to Christmas cards.Harry couldn't help but read the card that came with the suit three times before he had to admit it was true.

"From your aunt's?" Hermione had also heard of the Dursleys. Judging from Harry's thin appearance, they must have treated him badly, but this dress obviously overturned her perception. "Pure cashmere is not cheap...how could they give it to you..." She seemed to feel that she was suspected of speaking ill of others, so she stopped immediately.

In fact, what Hermione wanted to ask, Harry also wanted to ask.The last time he had seen Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been during the summer when Aunt Marge was visiting.He was ready to run away from home at that time, but Professor Roald came to pick him up unexpectedly... Wait, he understood what happened... Professor Roald came from the mighty Law He got on and off the Slessian motorcade, and he still bears the noble title of a duke!His uncle and aunt did this because they were afraid that he would tell the past facts in front of Professor Roald, right?

That's a good thing, it took him six years to fix the relationship last time, and Voldemort got it done as soon as he stepped out.Harry could almost imagine that his aunt's family would never dare to show face to him in the future, instructing him to do this or that, let alone beat him.

Harry remembered asking Voldemort why he had come when he got into the car.His answer was because of his birthday, and how he got that amazing title back then.Now it looks like, did Voldemort actually do that on purpose?To be so flamboyant on purpose, to tell the Dursleys his identity on purpose?Just for them to treat themselves better?

Harry suddenly felt a heavy weight inside.He turned his head, but there was no one on the opposite bed. "Tom went to the library?" Harry hesitated, but asked anyway.Hermione raised an eyebrow, "I said what the hell is going on with you two...he's downstairs!"

Always, every now and then discovering the nuances of being cared for.How do you want me to leave you?Harry thought bitterly.He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, when suddenly something rolled to the ground with a gurgling sound.

"It seems to be a gift from someone." Hermione guessed as she watched Harry pick up the carton packaging.

Sirius' gift has already been given, and that gift can only be given by Voldemort.Harry quickly opened the dull silver carton, which was still the same box, covered in dark green velvet.

Hermione was amazed. "It looks like a jewelry box, the kind for rings," she said, frowning. "But who would give you that?"

Harry didn't answer her, shocked by the contents of the box.Hermione was right, it was indeed a ring.The ring was made of gold, with an oval black gemstone inlaid in the center, with strange patterns engraved inside.

The soul-returning stone ring in the legend of the Deathly Hallows.