[HP] Secret Love Diary

On the train back to London, Ryan began to ramble on about their family tree to me.As a typical Gryffindor pure-blood family, there are many relatives in their family. Before he counted the uncles, I was already stunned.

"Stop!!" I held my head in pain, "Do all these people show up at Christmas?"

"That's not true," Ryan took it for granted, "but you will see them sooner or later."

……

I will endure.

I was secretly relieved that the Ryan family did not come to pick us up at the station.Probably because he was afraid that I would be disappointed, Ryan explained that they would come for the first two years, and he would not bother to go out to pick them up after he was familiar with the way.

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this family.

Sure enough, he took me to the Railway Floo Network Office with his familiarity, helped me pinch some Floo powder, and before I was mentally prepared, he told me the name of the place and urged me to go in.

Will his family like me?Will you dislike me because I'm a Slytherin?What if they like brunettes?just in case……

In the Floo network, problems that I hadn't considered before all flooded up, and finally caused my thoughts to go blank.When his feet finally hit the ground, before he could stand still, he fell into a warm and enthusiastic embrace.

"Welcome, Lily! I'm Ryan's mother, Stephanie, you haven't eaten yet, come and sit in the living room for a while, dinner will be ready soon."

Before I could see what she looked like, I was taken dazed to the sofa.

Mrs. Howe went to the kitchen and was busy cooking. Ryan sat across from me with a resentful face: "Mom has never been so warm to me."

I smiled shyly, and finally let go of what I had been thinking about for a long time.After Ryan poured me a glass of orange juice, he rushed to the kitchen, ignoring Mrs. Hall's screams, and quickly followed up with two beef patties.

"This is my mother's unique skill. It's the best when it's fresh out of the oven. Take a small bite first, it shouldn't be too hot." He took one by himself first, and motioned for me to eat it quickly.

The pie was only the size of a palm, and Ryan waited for me to finish eating slowly, then dragged me upstairs to look at the room.

"This room belongs to my parents, and this one belongs to me. Your room is opposite to mine. No one usually lives in it. Occasionally, grandparents come to live in it."

Seeing me looking at his room, Ryan blushed, "You wait here for 5 minutes, no, 1 minute, I'll go in and tidy up, soon!"

……

Now I'm curious about what "prohibited" items are in his room.

When I finally received permission to enter the room, I found that it was unexpectedly normal inside.The walls are covered with posters of world-renowned Quidditch Seekers - typical fan poisoning, and there is a fluffy single bed with the floor stuffed under it, probably some shady things .

Ryan looked at me at the door awkwardly. I was too embarrassed to delve into what was in the cabinet, so I made a symbolic turn and came out.

My bedroom was clearly decorated with new curtains and sheets in a lovely pink.I pressed the press, but it didn't feel right.

Ryan's bed was much softer than this one just now!

I looked at him deliberately embarrassed: "It's not fair, why is your bed softer than mine?"

"Ah?" Ryan was anxious, "Maybe because grandma and grandpa prefer hard ones, if you feel uncomfortable, we can sleep on my bed, no, no, no, I mean you can sleep on my bed, I Come to sleep..."

I have black lines on my face, what was this guy thinking just now.

Resolutely expressed to him that I can stay in this guest room very well, and Ryan finally let go of the plan to let me sleep with him.After speaking clearly, the two people were a little embarrassed, and the doorbell rang, and he dragged me down to open the door.

"It should be that Dad is back."

As he spoke, he opened the door, and a well-dressed middle-aged man appeared in front of me.

Ryan must have inherited the excellent inheritance from his parents. His father was as tall as he was, and he looked at me seriously before entering the door.

I can't help flinching.

"Miss Ross, hello."

A thought suddenly came to my mind:

Isn't Ryan's father a Gryffindor?

How serious and Slytherin-like!

Unlike the family situation of a bunch of relatives introduced by Ryan, he is the only child in the family.Then the head of the family returns, and the four of them can sit at the dining table and have dinner.

Mrs. Howe sat down with a plate, first glanced at Mr. Hower, and then turned her head to comfort me with a pleasant face: "Tony is a little nervous, leave him alone. We have heard Ryan talking about you for several years, so glad to finally see you. "

"Mom!" Ryan interrupted her and said to me in embarrassment, "Leave her alone and eat quickly."

I:"……"

Mrs Howe's attitude towards me was better after knowing that my family moved to France because of Voldemort.Mr. Hall also participated in our conversation from time to time, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Ryan is happy, I can feel it.But I didn't feel the same way as him.

His family is very kind. I can't tell what I'm awkward about, but it just feels out of tune.Probably because I received too little attention before, and suddenly I am not used to being the center of such a rare topic.

After dinner, Papa Howe went upstairs first, and I crowded into the kitchen to try to help with the dishes.In fact, Mrs. Howe's housekeeping charm is so skillful that I don't need to do it at all.

Ryan also squeezed in. The kitchen was not big, and the space became even narrower after the third person joined.Mrs. Hall gave us both a narrow smile and went straight out.

Mother Ryan, do you want to be so winky? !

The illusion of cheating on him when he met Snape a long time ago came back. Ryan pretended to walk around in the kitchen first, and then started looking at me standing by the sink pretending to be doing the dishes.

I moved my body unaccustomed, and before I had time to say anything, he hugged me from behind.

"What are you doing?" I lowered my voice, my hands were wet, it was difficult to stretch out my paws to push him away, so I had to let him hold him stiffly.

"Just a moment, just a moment." He put his chin on the top of my head.

"Liliana, although you have been staying at my house well, I still feel...the distance between you and me is so far away." Ryan sighed heavily.

"Eh?"

Ryan didn't say anything more, just hugged me quietly for a while.He didn't let me go until the dishes were all shaken dry and bounced aside.

If there was anything new to me during this holiday, it must be the Potions Research Notes sent by Snape.

I never imagined that he would offer to send me gifts, and I haven't sent him anything since first grade.One is that he doesn't know the address, and the other is that I'm not sure if he remembers me.

With mixed feelings, I unpacked the simple package.The notes are about werewolf potions, without any postscript.

I stared blankly at Liliana in the recipient column for a long time.

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After a carefree holiday, we, as seventh grade freshmen, should worry about the exam.Ryan took a lot of different classes than I did, and I couldn't help him much except Potions.The two are often in the empty classroom, either I seize the time to catch up on sleep, or he is doing nothing plaintively while I am reviewing other courses.

Before the seventh grade, as a junior, I had imagined countless times how leisurely life in the seventh grade would be, but I just didn't expect that NEWTs would become my last memory at Hogwarts.

On graduation day, all the professors showed up in the auditorium.Professor McGonagall read the names of the graduates one by one, and I looked down at the faculty seats sadly.

Snape sat upright in it, still expressionless, as if the ongoing graduation ceremony had nothing to do with him.

What was he thinking when he walked out of this auditorium six years ago?

Is there any fear of facing an unknown fate, is there nostalgia for your alma mater, is there a person who is particularly reluctant, and is afraid that you will never see him/her again after graduation?

Probably not.

Professor McGonagall called my name, I walked past the teaching staff, took a scroll of graduation certificates from Professor Dumbledore, and walked straight out.

The June sunshine outside the auditorium is just right.

I watched the door of the auditorium gradually closing, and suddenly started crying uncontrollably.

In this life, maybe I will never see that person again in this life.

In [-], we graduated.

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