[HP] Hogwarts students

Bypassing the detour, we walked back to the hot asphalt road on the yellow weeds. The topic of Harry and Ed was always entwined with an inexplicable North American traveler, as if they were really interested in the love history of this man like.

"But Zach can give her appropriate comfort when she is feeling down." Ed said, "They grew up together, and no one knows her better than Zach."

"You can't tell the other guy won't do the same," Harry scoffed. "Maybe he'd do better, and that's why the girl chose him."

"...Wow, guys, look! That's the honeysuckle bush at Frank's house, and now there's only a bunch of weeds left." A few steps behind, I found the right time to pass among them, pointing randomly at the front of the nearby houses Courtyard, but was glared at by Mr. Frank at the window. "...Uh, sorry. Have a nice summer, Mr. Frank!"

Mr. Frank's round smooth head was surrounded by a fringe of shaggy white hair, like selfish sheep's fluff, refusing to budge into the empty space in the middle.

He slammed the kitchen window shut, preferring to die of heat in the room rather than open the window for some air.

However, the two immature boys next to me just turned their heads slightly to glance at the dry bushes, and then looked at each other full of gunpowder.

"I guess the stranger's family doesn't know the girl's family, but Zach's parents are old friends!"

"Their families will definitely meet and get along well when they already know that they will live happily ever after."

"It's okay, it's a trivial matter. You know what? This is just the girl's first love. Maybe she won't understand until she hits her head badly. True love is by her side—"

"Enough! Enough!" I hurriedly stopped the angry Harry, and Ed's overly arrogant expression made me a little angry, "This whole thing is meaningless!

Ed, you are unreasonable!I—I knew from the beginning what the hell you two were talking about, and I know I'm so self-aware saying it now... But, you can't lie to yourself and say you like me! "

Ed's eyes widened, looking at me in disbelief.

"Yeah, we used to be best friends, ("Yeah!" Harry said emphatically behind his back.) But then we didn't spend much time together, I was at... boarding school, you went to school locally, briefly Will the heartbeat really last this long?"

"What do you mean by short-term heartbeat?" Ed frowned and said unhappily, "I have liked you since I was 8 years old, if it wasn't for your father..."

"Wait, wait a minute, that's not the point." I interrupted eagerly, "I appreciate your liking—but the point is, I'm not feeling your liking right now."

Ed and Harry fell silent at the same time, Ed's eyes sunken into his fluffy hair, I could only look into those eyes that couldn't see clearly and say, "You're just forcing yourself to like me, maybe I didn’t understand it before, but I’m also in love, and I understand that when you like someone, your mood and feelings are completely different.”

I stared at Ed's face, watching him peel off his anger and turn to thinking. The hand hanging by his leg shook involuntarily, bumping into Harry's protruding palm.

His palm was a bit hot and humid, and it was a circle bigger than my hand. He nimbly and irresistibly stuffed his fingers into the gap between my fingers, and clasped them firmly in the palm of his hand.

"I mean..." There was a lively bird in my chest that kept banging, which caused me to be a little absent-minded when I spoke, "I saw you and Rebecca today, and you have the same feeling...you will too I remember that she would add three cubes of sugar to her coffee—although you added it late...have you ever thought that maybe your mood today is just...not reconciled?"

"Tch." Ed's mood was much more relaxed than before. He raised his head and combed the extra hair on the top of his head, looking more refreshing and handsome, "Yes, I just don't want to be reconciled. I just think—— this man Who is better than me?"

"Wow! Take that back!" My eyes widened in surprise, if Harry hadn't stopped me, my fist might have started to kiss his face, "No one is better than him, there is no comparison sex!"

With his back to him, Harry stood in front of us with his arms outstretched, as if he was afraid that I would jump straight at him and beat up his childhood friend, but the smile on his face dangled in front of me, which made me laugh out loud.

After resolving misunderstandings and conflicts, we walked back to the quiet and hot asphalt road. The square houses on the side of the road all opened their windows, eager for the passing breeze to bring people a little coolness.

A row of birch trees planted by the roadside were also sun-drenched, and a blackbird was perched on a branch, singing with a hoarse voice, which stood out in the quiet street.

The only people who stay in the house on weekdays and summer vacations are elderly people with disabilities, housewives immersed in daytime soap operas, and infants who can't get out of the house. No one will do anything to these birds who are also panicking in the heat.

"Damn bird." Ed waved his hand irritably, "We were going to go bird hunting today."

"Is it that old slingshot again? How many rubber bands have you taken from me?" It was too hot, and I wanted to shake off Harry's hand, but once I broke free, he clung to him again, and finally I could only irritably Shaking his interlocking hands with him, he continued to walk.

"Ha, you're underestimating me—wait a minute, that direction is..." Ed stopped suddenly and looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

We followed his line of sight and found that not far away from the street, a billowing thick smoke rose from a two-story building. The familiar green-roofed red brick house-it was my home!

Mom and Brian are still home!I thought in horror and despair.My legs staggered as if they had just landed. If Harry hadn't been dragging me desperately, I might have fallen to my knees.

As we approached the house, the first and second floors were filled with black smoke, scrambling to escape along the open windows.The gate was closed, there was no one in the yard, and there were no neighbors nearby.

As if I was born without a throat, the words "Mom" and "Brian" expanded silently in my mouth, but only helpless gasps came out.I tried to break Harry's arm and break into the house, leaving a series of scratches on his forearm, but he remained flustered and determined until a cloaked figure emerged from behind a tree trunk in the front yard.

"I~found~your home~"

His voice was weak and cheerful, but damn familiar.

A few blackbirds perched on the treetops swarmed and hovered beside the smoke like a hurricane. The black shadow under the tree gently lifted the cloak, revealing a frail and scarred body covered with black totem shapes. Along the chest all the way to the neck, Jason Armstrong's haggard face was exposed to the sun.

"Aren't you in Azkaban?!" I yelled, and Harry suddenly took out the wand in his arms vigilantly, and blocked me, who was unarmed, with a wave of his hand.

"Who are you?" Ed hurried back from the opposite side with a wet cloth on his face. He asked Jason in surprise, but he couldn't get a look from him.

The window behind him was shattered by the sudden explosion of flames, and the flames soared to the outside of the house, less than a few meters away from Jason, but he stood there comfortably, as if he was not the one being roasted by the fire.

"I was originally in Azkaban." A sickly malicious smile appeared on his pale face, "The latest news is that wizards from England came to save their own people, and at the same time destroyed other people's cells."

Azkaban has been captured by Death Eaters!But isn't it surrounded by dementors?That damned Fudge once swore to Merlin that there would never be a more impenetrable guard than Azkaban - and here stands one of those exceptions before us.

Mom and Brian are probably passed out in the room and I need to break through this weird wizard to save them.What's even worse now is that Ed, who is a Muggle, is behind him, and Harry and I are underage wizards, and we can't easily cast spells...

"Let me deal with him," said Harry calmly. "Ed has a damp cloth, and you and him go into the house and find Mrs. Morris and the others - be careful, okay?"

Without giving us a chance to discuss countermeasures, the scorching sun was suddenly swallowed by darkness, and the clear sky was suddenly covered by a thick dark cloth, which also swept away the irritating heat, and the scorching flames soaring into the sky left only the cold The air enveloped the few of us in place.

"What's going on?!" Ed screamed like a little girl, he didn't understand, and he didn't understand what such a precursor meant, but Harry and I deeply understood that such a frightening atmosphere, It is heralding their coming - Dementors!

"They came after you!" I yelled, my guts were shaking. "You've attracted a dementor!"

"It's worth it!" Jason was also trembling, but he accepted their kisses every day when he was in Azkaban, and now he seems calmer than us, "If I can die with you..."

There was a heavy and piercing rattling sound in my ears, and several figures in black cloaks flew from the sky. The eerie chill swept over my whole body. I had to turn around and hug Harry, who was also cold all over, panting in shock, trying to keep my whole body as tight as possible. A trace of temperature converged with him.

Ed was already screaming and lying on the ground, Jason didn't care about the dementors attacking him, and walked towards us with heavy steps. He approached step by step, and the gloomy dementors also flew closer. I even saw their gray-white knuckles, blooming like death flowers, just waiting to enjoy the breath of despair from the mouths of the four living people present——

Harry suddenly lowered his head, took a deep look at me, and then firmly raised his wand to aim at the leading dementor, and shouted: "Guardian-"

A roll of silver mist light was released along the tip of his staff, and then the silver cloud turned into four strong legs, then a body with smooth lines, and finally turned into a smart and strong stag, playful and flexible He jumped into the air, leaned over and scattered the group of impenetrable black mist.

The closely-connected dementors were driven out of the line by it, and the stag was rampaging among them. They scattered, retreated, and disappeared like a mob.

The dark atmosphere dissipated inch by inch, the chirping of cicadas and the scorching sun once again surrounded Little Willow Branch Street, and the pain and sorrow accumulated in my chest also disappeared. An inexplicable impulse.

"No——" Jason yelled in pain, kneeling on the ground out of breath, he didn't have any more strength to stop us, but suddenly looked at Ed who fell on the ground, "That's—it's a numb Chicken, you can't use magic in front of him, you will join me and enter Azkaban with me!"

"Uh..." Ed groaned/groaned as he got up from the ground, "I felt like I had a nightmare... and then you... let a horse out..."

Jason's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly pulled out a snow-white blade from the cloth bag tied to his thigh, and approached Ed who was closest to him.

"What do you want to do?!" Ed took a few steps back in a panic, tripped over his backpack and fell to the ground, watching Jason rushing towards him quickly.

I can't have Harry put on trial for underage wizardry using magic in front of Muggles - and Ed must not die -

At the critical moment, I grabbed Harry's wand, aimed at Jason and shouted, "Disarm!"

Time seemed to be slowed down, Jason was hit by a burst of dazzling red light and fell to the ground, the dagger in his hand slipped to the ground.At the same time, a bullet whizzed out and shot into the head of Jason who was kneeling on the ground.

In an instant, a sticky blood sprayed from the top of his head, and Jason was completely silent.I looked along the rusty rifle, and it was Ed—he was holding the gun tremblingly, and looked at Jason who fell to the ground and died in a trance with horror.

Jason Armstrong, killed by the No-Maj he despises the most.