HP through the autumn

After the second project ended, Qiu was pestered for a week, and people kept asking her what happened underwater.She explained over and over that she had been sleeping, and they turned their attention to the warriors.

Cedric and Harry became the center of attention of the school, always surrounded by a large circle of people.

In the hall, Cho and Laurie sat on the Ravenclaw table, watching Cedric on the Hufflepuff table surrounded by a group of Hufflepuff girls, and on the Gryffindor table Harry was also surrounded by a group of Gryffindor girls from third to seventh years.

Laurie crunched the lettuce.

"Stop biting on the fork, dear," Qiu kindly reminded.

"It's been a week," Laurie said through gritted teeth. "Why haven't they asked enough?"

Over there, Cedric gently answered various questions from the girls, and several girls kept laughing beside him.

Laurie: "If there's a Bludger here, I'm gonna smash it in his face."

Qiu: "You have the heart?"

Laurie snorted and made no reply.

"Look at Potter," Laurie pointed at the Gryffindor table, "don't you have any thoughts?"

"Harry's popular," she replied, "but he's been famous since first grade, what can I do?"

She watched Harry being surrounded by people asking questions, and he was getting a little impatient.

"Don't you like Cedric because of his gentle nature?"

Laurie: "But..."

Then Cedric met Laurie's gaze, and smiled at her, tender and sweet.

Laurie: "Well I forgive him."

Qiu shook her head: "Masculinity misleads people."

In March, the weather becomes clearer.

In the Ravenclaw common room, Marietta hands Cho a copy of Wizard Weekly.

"Look at this," she said a little worriedly, "it's a story about Rita Skeeter."

"That female reporter who can only talk nonsense?" Qiu fruited the magazine and began to read it seriously.

The Secret Heartbreak of Harry Potter - he might be a different boy...Miss Granger is a plain but ambitious witch who seems to have a soft spot for big-name wizards..." She's really ugly," Pansy Parkinson said.She is a lively and beautiful fourth grade girl.

After reading this, Qiu couldn't help laughing: "If Parkinson is a lively and beautiful fourth-grade girl, I'm the incarnation of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty."

"Look down, the point is below." Marietta urged.

Cho read on: Parkinson claims Hermione used an aphrodisiac to charm Harry and Krum.Miss Granger's relationship with Krum upsets our young savior, who tries to find comfort in a fifth-year Ravenclaw girl.But he still didn't forget Miss Granger, they still went in and out together every day, and had classes together.

After reading the report, Cho returned the magazine to Marietta.

"Don't you have anything to say?" she asked worriedly.

"I think this report is so funny," Cho said, "Parkinson's has nothing to do with being lively and beautiful. I can believe a word."

"I'm glad you're so optimistic," Marietta said. "You know, you've become the object of sympathy for girls, and maybe you'll soon become the object of sympathy for all wizards."

"So I should explain it to my parents." She said, took out the stationery and started writing.

She wrote a letter eloquently, explaining everything to her parents. The "lively and beautiful" Miss Parkinson said all nonsense, and confessed her love affair, and signed at the end "Your daughter—— Incarnation of Frodite".

After thinking about it, she took out another piece of parchment and wrote to Harry to ask him to bring the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map when he went to Hogsmeade tomorrow. She had a "big operation".

The next day, Saturday.Harry and Autumn stood shoulder to shoulder in the hall, and Hermione and Ron didn't want to disturb the couple's date, and had already gone to Hogsmeade first.

"Have you the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map?" she asked.

"Yes," Harry nodded, "what do you want these two for?"

"Do you remember that time Malfoy scolded Hermione two years ago?"

"Which time?"

"The time Ron spit slugs."

"Oh! What happened that time?"

"I said at the time that I wanted to teach Malfoy a lesson. After two years of research and study, I searched a lot of information on ancient magic texts, and finally invented this spell. As long as I cast this spell on Malfoy, he said When you say that insult to Hermione's blood, you can feel his blood boiling." She proudly introduced the spell she invented to him.

Harry's eyes became excited: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go now!"

The two of them got into the invisibility cloak, opened the Marauder's Map, and found Malfoy and his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, who had just left the dormitory and were walking towards the hall.

"There are too many people in the hall," said Harry disappointedly. "We'll just have to wait for them to come out."

After a while, the three of Malfoy came out of the castle, and the three of them walked towards the gate again.

Malfoy was babbling on and on to Crabbe and Goyle about his father's influence at the Ministry, and about how many fancy pastries his mother had made for him lately.

"Good opportunity." Harry pulled her to follow, and there were not many people on the road.

She took out her wand and aimed it at Malfoy.

"Will this spell," said Harry hesitantly, "do Malfoy much harm? As much as I hate him very much, but..."

He blinked his green eyes, not wanting to pass up this opportunity to teach Malfoy a lesson, but also not wanting Malfoy to actually get seriously hurt.

She was touched by Harry's kindness first, and then began to wonder what kind of cruel image she was in his eyes.

Could it be when playing Quidditch?But she wasn't a fierce hitter like Laurie.

"Don't worry," she looked at her kind boyfriend tenderly, "there won't be any health damage, just teach him a lesson."

Harry nodded, watched as she extended her wand out of the cloak, whispered a spell he didn't understand, and a flash of white light hit Malfoy, who was still following Goyle and Crabbe unconsciously. .

She showed a satisfied smile: "Since he is so proud of his bloodline, then I will let him always remember his noble bloodline when he insults others."

It felt as refreshing as arguing with Snape!

She watched Malfoy go away unconsciously, and Harry grabbed her head and kissed him unexpectedly.

He kissed so hard that she could hear her own heart beating.

Harry reluctantly licked her lips twice before letting her go: "The way you cast a spell on Malfoy is so... just like when you were arguing with Snape!"

His eyes were shining.

"Then let's make it up from last time." She rushed forward enthusiastically, and the two began to kiss again.

They didn't stop until they kissed all her lipstick away.

Qiu touched her lips: "My lipstick is gone."

Harry looked at her blankly and wiped the lipstick off his lips.

Her: "Let's go and buy a new one."

She sold the gill grass second-hand and now has the money to buy a new lipstick.

They took off their invisibility cloaks and walked into the magical cosmetics shop of the magical witch.

She picked up the new lipstick, which came in a dozen flavors, and walked around the store, regrettably deciding that she couldn't afford new makeup.

Harry followed her obediently. The bottles and jars here looked more complicated than potion ingredients.

"Five Galleons," said the witch in charge of collecting money.

She was about to get out her wallet when Harry handed it over.

"We remember Valentine's Day this year, I didn't seem to give anything," he said sheepishly, "it's the first Valentine's Day after all."

She stared at Harry in amazement, and found that he seemed to be slowly enlightening, and she thought she would teach him these details little by little.

Walking out of the cosmetics store, she opened the lipstick package and applied it on her lips.

"Harry," she looked at her boyfriend, "since you bought it, come and taste what this lipstick tastes like."

Harry stared at the lipstick in her hand, wondering if he would be poisoned if he bit into it.

"Stupid." She shook her head, put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The sweetness of lipstick spreads all the way to the bottom of my heart.

"What is the taste?"

"Strawberry." He replied with red ears.

She applied another layer to her lips, stood on tiptoes and kissed him again.

"What's the smell this time?"

"Uh... citrus."

They didn't stop until Harry tasted the twelve flavors of the lipstick.

Harry made up his mind to buy new lipsticks for his girlfriend often.

The two of them walked to the Three Broomsticks hand in hand, and each ordered a glass of butterbeer and sat in a corner.

The professors at the school were also drinking here, and she saw Moody's magic eyes rolling around.All the professors had a glass of wine in front of them, only he was still using the curved wine bottle he carried with him.

The second project has passed, and it should be no problem to expose him now.

"Lend me the Marauder's Map," she said.

Harry took out the map, and she pointed it to Alastor Moody's dot in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

In order to appear reasonable, she first looked at the location of the person she knew: "Professor Dumbledore is in his office."

After a while, she added: "Professor Snape is still squatting in his cellar."

"Look," she poked Harry, pointing to the little Moody dot on the Marauder's Map.

Harry stared at the map for a moment: "Why do you think that is?"

"Someone is pretending to be Professor Moody," she said.

"The Marauder's Map never goes wrong, and this Moody in the bar is fake." He looked at Moody in the Three Broomsticks, then at the Marauder's Map, confused and excited.

"How about we go and tell Professor Dumbledore?" She always thought that going to the teacher when encountering problems was the best solution.

Harry nodded, carefully putting away the Marauder's Map.

Walking out of the Three Broomsticks, Harry suddenly called her name: "Autumn."

She looked at him suspiciously.

"Your lipstick is gone again." He stared straight ahead.

She waved her hand nonchalantly: "If it's gone, it's gone." You can't get used to a boyfriend.

Harry secretly pursed his lips inwardly, and followed her back to school.

The author has something to say:

When I wrote that there were 12 flavors of lipstick... I didn't expect that I could burst out this kind of brain hole

I'm tmd really talented