[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

There is not much difference between the second grade and the first grade.

Go to class every day, eat, do homework, and play with friends.

However, for Potter and Black, it is not the same.

After Hope and the others entered the seventh grade, they had to take an ultimate wizard level called s, which was said to be a bit difficult, so they stopped playing Quidditch.The Quidditch captain was re-elected, and many players were re-elected.

Porter was in, tested and turned Seeker.

Riding a broom, flying in the sky, staring at a very small golden ball the size of a walnut, flying around the field until it is caught.

"You are amazing, James!" I patted him on the shoulder and said with great relief, "I think you were afraid of heights at the beginning, but now you have overcome your fear and even become a member of the Quidditch team. Extremely!"

Potter smiled at me, he was a little embarrassed, his golden-brown pupils were full of water: "I thought at first, if only I could take you flying around in the sky. Don't be afraid anymore. Lily, can I invite you to fly around in the sky?"

Once he's on the team, it's easy to borrow a broomstick.

"Okay!" I nodded immediately, "My pleasure!"

Potter was so happy that he immediately picked out the best broom and took me into the sky.

For safety, I hugged Potter's waist.

His waist is a bit thicker than mine, and much thinner than Hope's, and it doesn't have the firmness and strength of Hope's waist.

He flew very gently, and kept asking me: "Will it be too high? Did the wind blow you? Where do you want to look?"

Unlike Hope, who took me to fly freely, and my heartbeat was so stimulated that it was about to explode.

"You fly very well." I hugged his waist, and my eyes fell on his side face.

He is a very delicate boy, with fair and delicate skin, delicate facial features without looking feminine, and his brows are full of bravery and heroism.

I don't know if he noticed that I was looking at him, but his ears were a little red.

Later, Blake borrowed a broom from someone, and also flew up: "Hey, Lily, look at me!"

He is riding a broom and doing all kinds of fancy moves non-stop, looking extremely cool.

"Would you like to ride on my broom and I'll take you flying?" Blake laughed and flew around us, "Hey, I said buddy, you're not a grandpa, flying so slowly is not exciting at all Take out your posture for the Quidditch trials!"

Potter was still flying steadily with me. He smiled and looked at Black and said, "I've been wondering why you don't participate in Quidditch? Look at how well you fly."

"It's fine for you to go up and fly alone, and I won't compete with you for the limelight." Black stroked his black broken hair, "Besides, Lily definitely wants to watch your game, and it's convenient for me to help occupy a seat below."

Speaking of which, he winked at Potter: "How is it? Dude? Am I not mean enough? Let me tell you, it's hard to find a good buddy like me! You fly on it, and I will I will help you take care of your family below!"

Then I felt the broom under me tremble a few times.

"James, what's the matter with you?" I hugged Potter's waist tightly in fright, "You must not fall, it's too high."

Black also flew over: "What's going on? Is the broom broken?"

"It's okay." Potter quickly stabilized the broom. "Just now, my hand was itchy and I couldn't grasp it firmly. It's fine now."

We flew around the sky again and then went down.

Later, I don't know how Potter persuaded, but Black still participated in the selection of Quidditch.

However, Black insisted: "I am only a reserve player! Unless there is no one left, I will not go up!"

Then he was very proud. Whenever the training was over, he would come to me on a broom: "Lily, how many laps shall I take you to fly? Let me tell you, Hope is not as good as me. I can take you out One hundred and eight kinds of fancy!"

Hope heard it once, and directly dragged him into the sky.

But Blake was really brave. He was dragged by Hope and flew headfirst, his scalp brushed against the grass, and he just screamed excitedly, showing no sign of fear.

He didn't seem to know how to write fear words, and even Hope admired him for that.

Sometimes Porter would come to me after training and invite me to fly a few laps.

I thought about the feeling of hugging his waist, and generally refused to agree to him.I really couldn't refuse, so I borrowed his broom and flew a few laps in the sky by myself.

"Hey Lily, look at that handsome little guy." One day after class, Susan poked me and motioned me to look in the direction of Slytherin.

Among the freshmen of Slytherin this year, there is a little boy who looks very handsome.

His name is Regulus Black, and he is Sirius' younger brother.

The two of them looked alike, except that Regulus was a bit colder than Sirius, he was quiet, polite, and a standard nobleman.

His coldness and arrogance came from the bottom of his bones, so even though he and Sirius looked alike, no one would ever recognize them both.

Susan likes this boy very much. She said: "Sirius is too skinny, as if he has no tendons. At first glance, he is okay, but after seeing too much, he really can't get interested. Unlike this handsome boy, he is really tempting." man."

Unlike me, Susan is a face control.

When I look at people, I usually look at their character, spirit, knowledge, etc., but Susan only looks at their faces.

She was fascinated by this Regulus Black, who was one year younger than us, and hid behind a pillar every day, secretly watching people finish class.

"Ah, look at his pursed lips, how cute!"

"He glanced at this just now, and the style of that glance, oh, Merlin, I'm going to be fascinated."

Susan is crazy about Regulus every day, but I am not interested in Regulus, he is too young.So I was abandoned by Susan. She no longer took me to and from get out of class, but followed in the footsteps of Regulus.

The other girls in the same dormitory, because they were not close in the first grade, did not have much contact.

So I became alone.

Fortunately, I occasionally meet Hope, Malfoy or Narcissa. Hope will hold me and send me all the way, Malfoy will carry me and send me all the way, and Narcissa will hold me and send me all the way.

It's not that lonely either.

Sometimes I meet the principal, but the principal refuses to hug me. He said, "Lily, although your principal looks young, he is actually very old. Please understand how difficult it is for an old man."

He just wants to hold me.

Just hold it, you are as kind as I am, and I can't do anything to bully the elderly.

Occasionally, when I was bored, I would sneak into the principal's office, ask the principal for a candy, and then tease the principal's bird.

The headmaster's bird is different from other people's, and it is very majestic.

It is a phoenix!

A phoenix that is unique in the world!

Tom hasn't been doing anything lately.He and his Death Eaters were extremely quiet.

Of course, there was also a rumor that he had started recruiting troops—he was not only recruiting pure-bloods, but also capable mixed-bloods.

Once, I chatted with Snape, and even saw Snape's yearning eyes.

"He's so powerful!" Snape clenched his fists and said with suppressed excitement, "I'll send my resume to him when I graduate! My Potions class is so good, he will definitely hire me!"

I looked at him with a sympathetic look.

"What do you mean?" Snape frowned, looking at me very unhappy, "Forget it, don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

But he doesn't want to listen to me and I have to say it too.

As a friend, I should give enough advice.

I pushed him into the seat and started telling him about Tom.

"He is picky! He invites the little girl out to play, but he doesn't even invite anyone to lunch! If you work for him, how much salary can he give you?"

"He doesn't know how to manage people at all. He only uses scaring methods to make others afraid of him. Unless you are very good at flattering, he likes people to listen to him, believe in him, obey him, and flatter him. But I don't think you are very good. If you can talk, you will be tortured to death by him!"

"He's crazy and unreliable, you know? He once sliced ​​his own soul to live forever!"

"It is said that he is smart, but his smartness is useless. If you follow such a boss, you will ruin your future!"

Snape, however, didn't appreciate it.

He looked at me with a disdainful, contemptuous look and said, "He's picky? If you're talking about asking the little girl out to play, and that little girl is you, I don't think it's his fault for not taking you to lunch—" —nobody can hang out with you until lunch."

"I'm good at talking. When I want to please someone, I haven't missed it yet."

"The Duke of Darkness is a man with ideas. He dares to think and do. I admire him very much, but obviously you don't understand."

"I'm not following him, am I following Dumbledore? He doesn't like Slytherin at all!"

I was stunned.

Looking at this little friend who grew up with me, I just feel that my mind is knotted.

"What do you mean no one can get along with me until lunch?"

Snape rolled his eyes: "When have I been with you for more than an hour and haven't been mad at you?"

"That's because you are narrow-minded, glass-hearted!"

Snape stared at me and said loudly, "Because you're so irritating!"

I took a breath, stopped talking about this with him, and started to talk to him about the next one.

"You said you're good at pleasing people? Why don't you ever please me?"

Snape's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand suddenly, pushing me away: "I've had enough! Why am I stupid enough to discuss these things with you?"

He strode away with two not-so-slender legs, throwing off his robe.

"Give me back my egg whites and powder!" I just felt that I fed a handful of pounds to the dog. He has gained muscle and looks better than before, but what is his attitude towards me?

He didn't look back, and even accelerated his pace, striding away.

I decided to ignore him this semester.

Then I found out that I don't have any friends anymore.

Hope was busy with exams, so he could only see him once in a while.

Susan chased Regulus, mostly ignoring me.

I broke up with Snape.

Malfoy was also in seventh year, just like Hope.

Narcissa remained cold.

Potter and Black were busy going up and down.

When I cried to Penny, Penny looked at me coldly: "You pay attention to these boring things every day? Have you finished your homework?"

"Write, finished writing..."

Petunia glanced at me: "Wait."

Then she wrote a page and handed it to me: "Read these books, and I will give you a test later."

After speaking, she gave me a hug, then turned and left.

I looked down at the list of books in my hand, there were a dozen of them.

"Chao, Chao Gang..." I pursed my mouth, wanting to cry but no tears.