HP through the autumn

The essence of human beings is a repeater

How does it feel to wake up next to someone you love so much on the first morning of your wedding?

Harry and Cho lay on the bed, looking at each other quietly.

"I can't believe we're really married." Harry gently clasped his hand into hers, "Mrs. Potter."

Two ordinary words slipped lightly from the tip of the tongue, with indescribable sweetness and satisfaction.

"I can't believe it either, Mr. Zhang."

"Mrs. Potter."

"Mr. Zhang."

"Mrs. Potter."

"Mr. Zhang"

In this way, the day of the two repeaters began.

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When you accidentally annoy your husband/wife

Lying in bed is the best way to welcome the weekend.

On Friday night, Qiu Mei happily planned to sleep until she woke up naturally tomorrow morning.

"I'm going to sleep until I wake up naturally tomorrow." She looked triumphantly at Harry who had to get up early because of overtime work, "Wake up in the warm sunlight, and roll around with the quilt in my arms."

Harry tapped the magic alarm clock next to the bed with his wand, and set the time to seven o'clock in the morning, as if he didn't hear the people around him showing off.

"Good night." She gave him a good night kiss, skillfully pecked on his lips, and then added another kiss, "I probably won't be able to see you when I wake up tomorrow morning, so I will give you a good morning kiss first."

After a night of sweet dreams, Cho woke up in a good mood.

Harry had already gone to work, she stretched herself and found something pressed under the alarm clock by the bedside.

Could it be a love letter from dear little Harry?

Mrs. Potter happily moved the alarm clock away—below is a photograph.

In the photo, she was sleeping on all fours, unkempt and without image.

On Sunday morning, the Potters' bedroom was still peaceful.

Qiu was in the kitchen directing the eggs to fry herself, and the toast flew into the toaster, toasting herself to a beautiful burnt brown.

Harry opened his eyes, listening to the sounds from the kitchen and smelling the aroma wafting over, feeling very happy.

He hummed "Your Eyes Like a Salamander", which was very popular recently, and walked into the bathroom.

Looking at the indelible face of a turtle painted with magic paint, Mr. Potter fell silent.

The author has something to say:

Brainstorming never stops!

I watched "Fantastic Beasts 2: The Crimes of Grindelwald" two or three times, and I really like Lao Deng and the old devil