HP Approaches the Magical World

At Christmas, everyone had their own activities, but Harry didn't.

Hermione was going to go skiing with his parents. Ron found it very interesting. He had never heard of Muggles strapping wooden slats to their feet and sliding down the mountain.

Ron was going back to the Burrow himself. Harry was jealous for several days, until he asked Ron how he planned to go home for Christmas. Ron said, "You go too! Didn't I say that? Mom just a few weeks ago. I have written to invite you!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry's heart flew: It was great to spend Christmas at the Burrow, but Harry was a little guilty not to spend the holiday with Sirius.

He also wondered if he could persuade Mrs. Weasley to invite his godfather, but he not only doubted that Dumbledore would not let Sirius leave Grimmauld Place, but he also felt that Mrs. Weasley might not welcome him. She and him There is always discord.

Sirius has not contacted Harry since the last time he disappeared from the fire. Although Harry knew that trying to contact him under Umbridge’s watch was unwise, he didn’t want to think that Sirius would be alone with his mother. In his old house, maybe he would lonely open a colorful firecracker with Kreacher.

He probably didn’t know that Sirius would go to see his new wife regularly every day. The version that Jon heard was to maintain a relationship with his wife, and Dumbledore said that it was Phineas who gave Sirius to Sirius. Urged, he wants to give birth to a child eagerly.

But it should not be said, it is a good thing that things have developed to this stage.

After the last rally before the Christmas holiday, it was obvious that something happened.

Because this time Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room very late, almost half an hour after the others left. Ron and Hermione sat in the best position in front of the fireplace and waited for him, because everyone else was waiting for him. Having gone back to bed, Hermione was writing a long, long letter, almost half full of parchment, while Ron was lying on the carpet in front of the building trying to complete the transformation class homework.

"What's tripping you up?"

Ron glanced at Harry, who fell into the armchair next to Hermione.

Harry didn't answer his question because he was immersed in shock. He somewhat wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had happened, but he wanted to take it to the grave and never say it.

"Harry?"

Hermione looked up from the tip of the pen, and Harry's behavior was indeed very unusual, worth noting.

And Harry, who was called by her, shrugged his shoulders, obviously absent-minded, because he actually didn't know if he was good or bad.

When he didn't know whether to say it, Hermione seemed to have insight into everything.

"Is it autumn?"

She said calmly: "She blocked you after the meeting, right?"

Hermione took her gaze back from the notebook hidden under the sheepskin scroll, sorted out the things mentioned above, and then asked it out. This notebook is like a universal house, and all questions can be answered. , And every time it will be a very correct answer.

If it wasn't clear that Jon wasn't in the school, Hermione would feel like he was watching them.

And back to now.

Harry was a little surprised when he heard Hermione's question, but he nodded hesitantly.

Ron chuckled.

"What does she want to do?"

After being pierced by Hermione's gaze, Ron hurriedly pretended to ask casually.

"She..." Harry got stuck because he didn't know how to say these things to his friends: "She...is...she..."

Hermione couldn't stand his gritty tone, and asked directly, simply, "Did you kiss?"

Ron Teng sat up quickly.

He touched the ink bottle and rolled on the carpet gruntly. He didn't care at all, just staring at Harry eagerly.

"Have you picked it up?"

This kind of gossip, terrible expression, looks very strange.

Harry nodded.

Ron said a few more excitedly, but Harry looked uninterested.

"She's crying..."

"Are you so bad at kissing?"

"I don't know, maybe it is."

"of course not."

Hermione had turned her attention back to her letter, and said casually.

Ron heard her, turned his head and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because Qiu has been crying half of the time recently, crying when eating, crying when going to the bathroom, and crying everywhere."

"You think a little kiss can make her happy."

Ron opened his mouth and smiled.

But Hermione was obviously not as happy as him.

"Ron, you are the most **** I have unfortunately encountered."

"What does this mean? Who would cry when someone kissed her?"

"Yup,"

Harry was a little desperate: "Who would?"

Hermione looked at them both with an almost sympathetic expression.

She sighed and put down the pen in her hand.

"Obviously, she is very sad because of Cedric's death,

At the same time I think she is a little confused, because she used to like Cedric, and now she likes Harry~www.wuxiahere.com~ She doesn't know who she likes the most.

At the same time she felt guilty and felt that kissing Harry was a blasphemy against Cedric.

She was also worried about what others would say if she and Harry were good. Moreover, she may still be confused about her feelings for Harry, because Harry was there when Cedric died. So all this is very contradictory and painful.

Oh, yes, she is also afraid of being kicked out of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she has been flying so bad recently. "

What she said stunned the two of them. Then Ron said: "A person can't have so many emotions at the same time, it will explode."

"You only have a teaspoon of feelings yourself, and it doesn't mean that everyone is like this." Hermione sarcastically said, and picked up her pen again.

"She took the initiative, I didn't want to—she leaned over and then lay on me crying—I don’t know what to do—"

"I can't blame you, buddy," Ron said, seeming to be frightened.

"You have to be gentle with her." Hermione raised her eyes worriedly and said, "Did you have any?"

"Well," Harry felt a little uncomfortable: "I seem to—patted her on the back."

Hermione seemed to have taken a lot of effort to resist not rolling her eyes.

"I don't think this is the worst." She said, "Are you going to see her again?"

"I have to see it, don't I?" Harry said, "There is a meeting."

"You know what I mean." Hermione said impatiently.

Harry was silent.

Hermione's words revealed scenes of terrible prospects. He tried to imagine going out with Qiu—perhaps in Hogsmeade and spending a few hours alone with her.

After that happened, of course she would expect him to ask her out... this thought made his stomach squeeze painfully.

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