HP through the autumn

Snowflakes danced outside the window, hitting the icy window panes, and Hogwarts winter came again.

Qiu stood at the window in the corridor. She had just finished today's spell class. Professor Flitwick taught a new spell today. After using it, she could create an ice storm in a small area.Before class, the fireplace in the classroom was still burning warmly. The orange flame brought warmth to the whole classroom, but after only one class, the classroom was full of snow and ice, as cold as an ice cellar. Ice also formed on the eyebrows.

She opened the window, and the cold wind flew in with snowflakes, which made her shiver.

"Isn't it cold?" Harry asked, standing behind her.

"It's cold," she closed the window, but the corners of her mouth were raised without turning her head, "so why don't you hurry up and hug me?"

Harry obediently came over and hugged her from behind, skillfully resting his chin on top of her head.

"Hands are so cold," she poked him with her elbow, "put your hands into my pockets."

"Yes." He laughed on top of her head, put his hand in her pocket, and held her cold hand, "Why are your hands always so cold?"

"Because I was waiting for you to warm my hands." She leaned back and pulled her whole body into his arms.

"If you talk about it too much, you won't feel it anymore."

"Then I won't talk about it in the future."

"I didn't say anything just now."

Snowflakes knocked on the glass, making a slight crackling sound.The room was dry and comfortable, and the warm temperature was continuously transmitted from the person behind him, and both hands were wrapped in Harry's palms.

"Harry, what are you doing standing there alone?" Ron saw Harry standing by the window who seemed to be in a daze. He had been standing there for a long time, so long that Ron finally couldn't help asking.

Harry maintained the posture just now, with his head resting on top of Qiu's head, and his hands in the pockets of her robe, leading her to turn around slowly: "I'm not alone."

Ron was stunned for a while before he stammered to explain: "You just blocked Qiu completely...I didn't see..."

He avoided his gaze from lingering on the hot-eyed couple: "I'll go first!"

"Bye!" came two insincere voices behind Ron.

"Let's go for a snowball fight!" Seeing the snow getting smaller and smaller, this sudden idea broke into Qiu's mind, so she straightened her body and stood on tiptoe, shaking Harry's head above her head, trying to attract his attention.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Harry asked.

"Don't be afraid!" She shook her head, "How about we two make a bet, who can stuff snow into the other's collar in the competition, and the loser has to promise the winner a condition."

"So cruel?" Harry looked at the icy and snowy land outside the castle, "It must be extremely cold in this weather. But...any conditions are acceptable?"

"Well," Harry felt his head bobbing up and down following Qiu's nod, which made him want to laugh, "Any conditions are fine."

"Are you sure?" Harry reconfirmed.

"Sure! Stop talking!" She pulled the hands of the two out of her pockets and turned to look at him. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"Then you fulfill me?"

"Wait until you win."

The biting cold wind subsided slowly, and everything outside the castle was covered in white snow. Looking around, it seemed that the whole world had fallen into a deep sleep.

"I didn't expect this day to come," she said quietly, looking at the person opposite, "Let's fight to the death, I will not give up the princess to you, knight."

"You can't beat me," he said, "I swore to the king that I will definitely take Her Royal Highness back. Greedy dragon, I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, you can't beat me."

"It's absolutely impossible," she replied firmly, "His Royal Highness has fallen in love with me deeply. After I defeat you, we can live happily in my castle."

"A princess will never fall in love with a dragon," Harry suppressed a smile, and continued to speak the lines he made up on the spot. "She will definitely marry a brave knight and become the happiest bride."

"It seems we have nothing more to say," she raised her wand. "Now, let's duel."

They "glared" at each other, held their wands upright in front of their chests, and slowly approached each other until they could feel the heat of each other's breath.

"It's time to bow now," Qiu said solemnly.

Harry bowed his head slightly in harmony, and she stood on tiptoe at the right moment, and kissed him very accurately on the lips.

Before Harry could speak, she announced that they should move on to the next step: "Now we should turn around and take fifty paces each."

Harry quickly grabbed her robes: "Is that part of dueling etiquette just now? Should I follow suit?"

"Come on, come on, the duel is about to be serious." She raised her face perfunctorily and waited for a kiss to fall, then pushed him to turn around impatiently.

Harry turned his head obediently, listening to her count from one to fifty, step by step, her voice getting further and further away from him.

"Now, the duel begins!" After saying this, she had observed the terrain long ago, hid behind the bushes, and ran towards Harry under the cover of bushes.

Harry turned his head and found Qiu's figure had disappeared into the vast white snow. He thought for a while, then stood there without moving, quietly waiting for her to come to the door by herself.

Suddenly a snowball hit him on the back, and he looked around and walked towards where the snowball had come from.

"I've found your trail, don't hide any more." He said as he walked, "Wait until I catch you..."

A snowball hit his face with precision, and Harry ducked nimbly to dodge it.

Seeing that the long-distance attack was useless, Qiu stood behind the bushes and slowly approached Harry with a snowball in his hand: "Now I want to fight you head-on, cunning human being."

Another snowball hit Harry.

He didn't dodge, but ran directly to where she was.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Qiu turned around and ran towards the distance, only to be overtaken by the long-legged and big-footed Harry within a few steps.

He lunged forward, and the two of them rolled into the snowdrift.

"I got you, Miss Evil Dragon." He triumphantly grabbed a handful of snow, "Now I want to..."

She reacted quickly and immediately blocked his mouth with her mouth.

It is said in novels and TV shows that gagging is the most effective way to shut up a person.

This trick really worked, and Harry didn't continue talking, so she licked his cold lips again, trying to make their lips hot again.

After such a fiery kiss, what greeted Harry was a cold snowflake on his neck.

"I won!" Qiu crawled out of the snowdrift and announced pantingly, "Knight, you lost."

Looking at Harry who was still wading in the snowdrift, she stretched out a hand: "Now I'm going to snatch you back to my castle."

He grabbed her hand and stood up: "What about the princess?"

"I sent it back a long time ago." She helped him shake the unmelted snow from his neck. "All this is for you, brave knight."

"Actually, I knew it a long time ago." The icy water on his neck made him shiver, and he looked at his Miss Dragon affectionately. "Saving the princess is just the reason for me to find a chance to meet you."

He tenderly put his cold hand on her neck, and watched her rush out with a howl.

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Sweet 100 chapters, the story of two childish ghosts having a snowball fight