[HP] Hogwarts students

The staff table was full, and the man in the large cloak had to sit next to Sirius on the edge, next to Remus.Facing them was another marginal Snape, and he could barely respond with a twitch of his mouth in response to Mrs. Pince's accusation.

Standing in the center of the stage, Dumbledore attracted the attention of the whole school. He looked no different from usual, with long silver-gray hair intertwined with a beard, and a pair of half-moon glasses on his crooked nose. A gentle radiance shines through.

"The Triwizard Tournament has been successfully concluded." Dumbledore said, and the muttering in the auditorium stopped with his voice, "Harry Potter from Hogwarts won the Triwizard Cup and won the championship .”

Karkaroff snorted coldly in disdain, and Sirius Fei grabbed Harry in the cloak, causing him to raise the prestigious Triwizard Cup aloft.In front of everyone, Cornelius Fudge handed Harry a bag full of Galleons with a big smile on his face.

There was an uproar in the audience, followed by noisy conversations, and many people were in a state of confusion. I bumped into Hermione and Ron beside me, and took the lead in applauding fiercely and excitedly.

"Nice job, Harry!"

With the applause spreading from Gryffindor, Dean blew a loud whistle first, arousing the enthusiasm of others, and suddenly, the auditorium was immersed in sharp whistles.

"Tonight, I have a lot to say to you." Dumbledore waited patiently for a while, and then seized the short gap to continue, "Today, we not only welcomed back the triumphant heroes, but also received A message."

He paused, and said calmly in the silent environment: "Voldemort is back."

There were several horrified gasps from around me, and a few timid first graders seemed to be oppressed by the dead atmosphere, weeping in fear, no one comforted them, because almost everyone looked at Deng with unbelievable eyes. Bullido.

Including Cornelius Fudge on the stage, he stood up from the dining table for no reason, took Dumbledore's words rudely, and said with a pale face: "That's right - that's right - but please rest assured, in the Under my wise decision-making leadership, the mysterious man and his minions have been completely wiped out!

... At the same time, thanks to Dumbledore and the enthusiastic wizards for their help, we cut off all possibility of the mysterious man returning! "

I really don't know how to describe Fudge's brazenness. Even if I am not in that dangerous and exciting place, I can imagine that Dumbledore relied on the information dug out from the mouth of the little Barty, and groped a little bit until Voldemort finally appeared. place, and lead the brave professors to destroy him...

There was a flutter in the auditorium, and some students whose relatives worked in the Ministry of Magic stood up and applauded first. They hugged each other excitedly and praised Fudge and Dumbledore loudly-this aroused more people's excitement.

Dumbledore hopes to let more people understand that although Voldemort is dead, his minions are still lurking in the dark shadows. They may do some crazy moves, so I hope everyone will not Let your guard down.

"The darkest hour has passed, and now we need unity and vigilance to be stronger." Dumbledore said, looking at the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

However, Fudge didn’t think so. He kept chasing after Dumbledore’s words to add, so that everyone no longer had to worry. Dementors would guard Azkaban, and they would also protect everyone’s safety and the peace of the wizarding world. ——Dumbledore's face suddenly became ugly, but he did not refute Fudge's words in public.

It seemed that it was time for celebration and dinner. After the rosy-cheeked Fudge finally finished his speech, Dumbledore briefly announced the opening of the meal. Suddenly, a tempting feast was found on the long table, and there was another burst of cheers./ tide.

"Kelly."

When I was cutting the crispy grilled rainbow trout, Harry's voice sounded in my ears, which startled me, and the knife and fork in my hand fell to the table without attracting anyone's attention.

"Harry!" I whispered to him, squeezing a little more on Hermione to make room for him. "Why didn't you eat on it? I thought there would be a place for you."

Harry's face was hidden under the heavy cloak, he stuck out a small wrist from the inner lining in silence, and the golden light dazzled my eyes immediately.

That's right - if he eats with his cloak off in front of everyone... I couldn't help shivering, and carefully fumbled several lunch bags from the table, and took a small bottle of strawberry jam, stuffed them all Under Harry's cloak.

A reserved item during dinner time——ghosts came out from all the gaps screaming strangely, and people began to move around in the auditorium, wanting to go around the long table to see if there was any special supply, which happened to be convenient for me and Harry. Escape plan - We walked out through the small door of the auditorium leisurely.

Outside the small door is the small room where all the first-year students are waiting to be sorted. When we were a group of little ghost heads, we gathered together nervously and looking forward to arranging each other's hair and clothes.Ron still hated Hermione, and Harry still had the scar on his head.

"I still remember the way you combed your hair next to me." Harry's low laugh came from under the cloak, "From that day on, I can hardly forget the color and brightness of your hair."

"Your hair too." I said without hesitation, "After all, I have never seen anyone's hair messed up like that since I was a child."

We walked all the way to the side door of the castle.Looking from a distance, the lawn is full of greenery, and the light gauze full of flowers in spring has enveloped the backyard, and the breeze blows across the plane of the black lake, leaving circles of ripples.

Before I knew it, the corners of my lips turned up, as if the emotions accumulated in my chest were completely dissipated after being blown by the spring breeze. Harry and I touched shoulders and held hands. The good mood has completely occupied my heart.

"What did you remember?" Harry looked at me sideways, "Is it the same as I thought?"

"I—I'm reminded of the Firebolt/Arrow, that's a really nice, fine broomstick."

In fact, it is not only the fire crossbow/arrow, but also the feeling of being on the broom that day, the wonderful ambiguity that seems to be the only one left in the world, the two of us and nature, the sound of his breathing in my ear, and Hot palms, hard chests.

"What? Just a Firebolt/Arrow?" Harry threw back his cloak in disbelief, looking at me with a radiant face - it literally blinded me - looking at me in disappointment.

"Yes." I said nonchalantly, pointing to the calm black lake again, "There are also projects from the past few weeks... the water in the black lake is too cold!"

"Ron and I looked for you for a long time that day." Harry said, "I didn't expect that you and Hermione were in the Black Lake, tightly bound together by the vicious mermaids.

Your face is pale, your lips are dark purple, and you look... lifeless. "

I wondered in my heart. When Harry saw such a scene that day, did he feel the same as I did a few hours ago?

"When you... volunteered to die, what exactly did you think?"

We have walked around the stairs to the corridor on the fourth floor. The one-eyed witch statue is not far away, with an ugly hunchback illuminated by the candlelight on the stone wall. When I asked this sentence, Harry stopped in his tracks.

"I... I don't know," said Harry, confused. "My reason told me I should. But when I saw you, I suddenly didn't want to die.

I was full of courage to face death...but when I saw your face, I was afraid again.I thought of you, Sirius, Ron, Hermione..."

He turned his head to look at me, his golden face was very dazzling under the light of the fire: "But Voldemort cannot be let go, if I can change his life, I will definitely be willing!"

"Me too! All the wizards who have been killed by him will be willing!" I shouted, "You are right, Harry! You are braver than anyone. No one can accept death calmly. You It's done better than a lot of people."

Harry was a little at a loss, and then smiled again: "Of course, Kelly, I know you will understand me."

Naturally, we stood next to the one-eyed witch statue and kissed, just a light kiss full of lost and found and aftermath, but it made me shudder and blush more than any passionate kiss - until I opened my eyes, Seeing Harry's golden face, it was like a basin of cold water suddenly poured down from his head, so I had to calmly cover his mouth which was leaning forward again with my hand.

"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes aggrieved, as if he didn't understand what prevented such an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Hmmm—" I looked away in embarrassment, and roughly stroked his whole body with my hand, "What's the matter with your... shiny color? When will it fade away?"

Now I can't see his face at all, and I can only hear Harry say sullenly: "Snape did it...he said that the side effects of the medicine are like this, and it will take at least a week for it to disappear."

What? !Do I have to look at this golden face for a whole week?

My hesitation aroused Harry's dissatisfaction. His palms around my waist suddenly tightened, and he deliberately put his face in front of me: "Look at me, Kelly! Could it be that the golden version of me is not your boyfriend Yet?"

This reminded me of one thing. I restrainedly broke away from his hand and cleared my throat: "Oh—it's hard to say, Mr. Potter."

His eyes widened in surprise, and I added word by word: "I don't know, I just remember this sentence: 'Let's break up!'—does my tone sound like my ex-boyfriend?"

The day after seeing off Durmstrong and Beauxbatons, Harry finally regained his original complexion, three days earlier than the week Snape had promised.

Everyone else in the common room was congratulating Harry on his release from the hospital. They now thought that Harry had just stayed in the hospital wing for a few days longer due to his injuries after his fight with Voldemort. Only me, Hermione and Ron knew what happened.

"How did you let the old bat's conscience find out?" Ron asked, he had been calling him that since Snape spat the venom back in Potions class yesterday.

"He didn't do it," Harry said, "I asked Madam Pomfrey, she tried to make a relief potion."

"Relief?" Hermione looked at him with strange eyes, "Have you not fully recovered yet?"

"...almost..." Harry said awkwardly, "only a small part, still golden, but it will fade soon."

Ron also covered his mouth and laughed strangely, leaving only Hermione and I looking at each other in bewilderment.

I didn't know where the rest was until that day at the Room of Requirement appointment.

"I'm sorry." I suffocated my smile until my face twisted, "This isn't funny—"

"It's okay." Harry said with a black face, "Laugh if you want, but you can't bring up the breakup!"

"I...I will..." I finally laughed wantonly, leaning back on the sofa and laughing backwards and forwards, "It's so cute—don't you think?"

Harry shyly stuffed his pure gold ten toes back into the cotton velvet slippers, and angrily buried his face in a mountain of soft pillows.