HP through the autumn

Abandoning the unreliable plan one, Qiu began to consider plan two again.

"Do you have to torture me like this?" Harry asked her angrily, grabbing her wrist as she passed.

"Let go of her." Gary held her other hand, and the three of them froze in place for a while.

"What right do you have to ask me to let her go?" Harry asked disdainfully.

"Just because I'm her boyfriend." Gary freed her wrist from Harry's grasp and rubbed her pinched red skin distressedly.

"I want to talk to you alone." Harry watched their intimate behavior with cold eyes, only feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"I'll go talk to him," she smiled softly at Gary under Gary's worried gaze, "it must be clear."

"Then be careful." Gary gave Harry a warning look and walked away.

"Is he nice to you?" Harry was silent for a long time before finally asking the question.

"Very good." She crossed her hands on her chest, not looking at his complicated expression.

"Have you forgotten those past days?" His eyes were red, and he could hardly restrain his emotions, "We used to be so happy and sweet..."

"It used to be beautiful," she interrupted him, "but you broke up first, didn't you? So what's the point of remembering the past now?"

"I don't want to be separated from you at all!" He slammed his fist on the wall, his breath was short of breath, and he could no longer control his rushing emotions.

"Then why did you mention breaking up?" She asked him loudly, tears welling in her eyes.

"Because I found out that I was destined to have a duel with Voldemort!" He shouted this sentence loudly, and the air froze for a long time before he whispered, "I'm afraid I won't be able to give you happiness."

"Then you now find that you can give me happiness?" she asked.

"I don't know," his voice was inaudible, "but I miss you so much. I've tortured my body, tried my best, drank alcohol, tried everything, but I still miss you very much."

Tears finally rushed out of her eyes, sobbing, she was hugged into his arms obediently.

"I miss you so much, every day, every hour, every minute, every second." She felt his body temperature, and her heart warmed up with the hug.

"I'm sorry..." His apology caused her to fall back into the ice cellar with a warm heart.

"Don't tell me you're sorry." Her tears fell drop by drop, "Since you know I'm sorry, why do you continue to do such things?"

"Instead of thinking about my death, you might as well forget that I'm alive." He choked up and said, "Please forgive my sins...for leaving behind your sins. Please forgive me, you must abide by the agreement with me, Please do that for me. If you find it difficult to leave you like this, it is my sin. If you also leave with me, how can this sin be forgiven? So, please don’t feel difficult, just treat it as We are only temporarily separated, and we will meet again, just for a short time. Even if we are separated, we will still meet again because of missing. So don't be sad, live a good life, I love you..."

"Then, before you turn and leave, say goodbye to me," she said, sobbing, "I'll wave you off."

She raised the corner of her mouth and waved to him: "goodbye."

He clenched his fists, said "goodbye" to her as calmly as possible, then turned and strode away.

Looking at his leaving back, she knelt down slowly, hugging her knees and crying...

Realizing that his train of thought was a bit off, Qiu shuddered and immediately rejected the second plan.

She thought it over and over again, and finally adopted the third plan - breaking the pot and breaking the pot.

"Harry Potter." To show that this was a serious conversation, she called Harry by his full name. "Hermione told me you wanted to break up with me."

Under Harry's horrified gaze, she continued, "Just because you found yourself having to fight You-Know-Who."

He nodded hesitantly, and immediately added: "But I can't bear to..."

"The two of us have been together for almost two years," she interrupted his explanation, "you should know me a little bit, right?"

Harry nodded again, not sure what she was trying to say.

"Based on what you know about me, do you think I'll agree to part with you?"

"……Won't."

"Then what are you still struggling with?" She sat beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder affectionately. "Do you want me to date someone else?"

Harry put his arms around her and thought about it for a while, and had to admit that he seemed to have thought too much before, how could he come up with such a terrible idea of ​​breaking up with her?

He must have been kicked in the head by a hippogriff!

Harry, who had regained his good mood, suddenly found that he had a lot to tell her. During this summer vacation, he missed her every day, and wanted to share with her everything he encountered. He even bought it for her in the store of the Weasley brothers. gift...

"Honey," she rubbed his cheek intimately, "since you know me so well, guess if I'll be angry because you want to break up?"

A chill rose from his back, and he replied dryly: "I don't think you will."

He tried to make his eyes very sincere, looking aggrieved and pitiful, so as to dispel her anger.

"It seems that you still don't know me well enough," she waved a finger regretfully in front of Harry, and then poked Harry's soft face, "I'm very angry."

"I brought you a present!" He pretended not to hear anything, took out an exquisite bottle from his bag, and handed it to her graciously, "Do you like it? Fred and George told me that girls like this !"

"What is this?" She picked up the pink vial and looked at it.

"No idea," said Harry, "they slipped it on me. It looks like perfume. They didn't label it."

As she shakes, the liquid in the bottle reflects a pink light, which looks very cute.

She opened the bottle and smelled it lightly, and a seductive smell hit her face: it reminded her of a quilt warmed by the sun, the smell of wood on a broomstick, and a very familiar smell, She had smelled it just now when she was leaning on Harry's shoulder.This smell made her feel very satisfied, and inexplicable joy and joy rose in her heart.

"Is it perfume?" Harry asked curiously when he saw the smile on her lips, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She should have forgotten about the angry breakup.

"It is indeed a perfume".She handed him the bottle, full of expectation, "Do you smell it?"

Harry leaned closer to the bottle and sniffed: "I smell honey pie, and broomsticks. Every time I ride a Firebolt, I have this smell on my hands. There is also a very familiar smell, a little Like Jasmine..."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "This perfume smells really good."

She held the bottle closer: "Smell it carefully."

Just as she was about to see how Fred and George's potion worked, Harry snapped the kiss.

They kissed until both of them were out of breath, and then they stopped slowly. After he stopped, she immediately tightened the cap of the bottle of love potion, and stuffed it into her schoolbag.

There were people coming and going outside the box on the train, this bottle of love potion should be reserved for a more appropriate time.

"I don't know what's wrong," he said in her ear, "I just suddenly realized that I miss you every day during this holiday."

Qiu: "No matter how many sweet words you say, I will never forget the fact that I am still angry with you."

Harry bowed his head and started kissing her again.

After a while, he stopped and asked, "Are you still angry now?"

She nodded: "angry."

He smiled and bit her earlobe, and pressed his lips to hers again when she frowned.

"Now?" he asked, licking her lips.

"Five kisses away from my anger." She stretched out her hand and gestured for five.

He grabbed her hand, kissed her palm, and told her very generously: "Then I will give you double."

"You are so generous," she boasted.

The weather outside the car window changed from sunny to cloudy. Luna and Neville came back from outside one after the other. After finding that the awkward atmosphere in the car had already been swept away, Neville was obviously relieved.

Qiu borrowed the latest issue of "The Quibbler" from Luna and read it with relish—"Why the Mysterious Man Has No Hair".

"As we all know, the mysterious man came back again this summer. Although few people have seen the mysterious man with their own eyes, according to people familiar with the matter, the mysterious man has a bald head. Why didn't the mysterious man with high mana conjure himself a head of black and beautiful hair What? It's probably an attempt to hide the fact that he's starting to go bald.

No powerful wizard could tolerate a few wispy hairs hanging from the top of his head.As a powerful wizard comparable to Grindelwald, the mysterious man shaved his head very decisively. This is a forward-looking move.However, we don't think this explanation can explain why You-Know-Who doesn't use hair growth potions on his head. Mr. Stewart claims that You-Know-Who doesn't have hair to make himself stand out from the crowd.Since the hair growth potion was invented, wizards no longer have to worry about their hair becoming bald, and wizards who pay attention to their image will use hair growth potion when they start to lose their hair.In this way, the number of bald-headed wizards has been greatly reduced, and the mysterious bald-headed people have become more mysterious and unpredictable.

Mr. Lovegood believes that You-Know-Who's bald head is to facilitate him to absorb the power of the moon at night, which makes him more powerful..."

When Ron and Hermione returned from the prefect's box when the sun was almost shining outside the window, Hermione was surprised to find that Harry and Cho had made up again.

She and Ron looked at each other, determined not to care about the relationship between the two of them anymore, and they reconciled faster than Ron had encountered the spider and escaped.

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