Life is always up and down...

For example, Comrade Harry, this young man blew up his aunt in a fit of rage, and as a result, the Minister of Magic actually got involved in this matter?

I was shocked, and felt that my worldview had been refreshed: "Harry, you have inflated your aunt and let the minister come over, why is this? She is an undercover in the world of ordinary people in the magic world, or did you invent it? The new type of balloon magic got you on a 10-day trip to Azkaban?"

"..."

"..."

I thought the whole Leaky Cauldron was silent - even though Dumbledore was alone. Then in the silence, Harry's face flushed, and our Professor Dumbledore made a sound.

"puff."

Pffhahahahahahahahahaha sorry sorry for making me laugh for a while.

I couldn't help laughing and lying on the bar, I looked at the bad-looking minister and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's go here, it's a private living room, right, minister?"

"Ah yes, thank you Irina."

To know that there is no entertainment or that the entertainment of the British is to go to the bar, even the minister, please stand when there is no seat for the time being.

When the talk was over, I saw Harry come out and shove me the signed form to Horsmod: "Irina, you are the last redemption."

"Oh, of course, I'd be more than happy to..."

"If you are 17 years old, Irina, I will allow you to sign this."

Headmaster Dumbledore coughed and smacked his lips after drinking the last drop of mead: "It tastes good, good night dears."

"..."

I almost pointed my **** at Lao Deng's back, and sighed at my boy's depressed expression: "Let's go to Room No. 8, it's empty."

"Irina, I really want to go to Horsmod."

"If I'm 17 years old, I can sign it for you. It's a pity that it won't be until next year."

I am also very depressed, depressed to vomit blood.

But Harry was freed after that, and I still had a part-time job at the Leaky Cauldron, so he wouldn't take a seat if I had nothing to do, but went to Florin's cold drink shop to write a paper. Then I went with him to see the newest broom that is also the best. It is said that there will be no more new models in ten years, Firebolt. Arrow.

"If I had enough money, I would definitely... not buy one for you."

"Why?"

"Darling, are you asking me, a Hufflepuff, to buy a Firebolt Arrow for a Gryffindor Seeker? I'm not that stupid yet."

"No Irina! You said you loved me!"

"That only shows that I love our college more than my love for you."

I said confidently, and when I saw him in a hurry, he ran away: "You have the ability to hit me."

"Don't run! We Gryffindors will definitely win the House Cup this year!"

"Hmph, come if you can."

The days of Diagon Alley were happy and beautiful, but the occasional flash of Sirius Black's wanted notice made us very uncomfortable. After thinking for a while, I decided to take Harry to get a haircut.

"Irina, don't fret, I'm desperate for my hair."

"Whoever said it was your hair, I said it was mine."

"what?"

"I think my hair is a little too long."

It is indeed a little long, almost to the waist. And I hate the action of "long hair reaching the waist and pulling the S to smash", so I can't wait to cut it off with a pair of scissors: "I'm cultivating your patience with your girlfriend in the future, understand?"

"Understood? What else do you need to know? Wouldn't it be great to cut your hair?"

Looking at Harry's innocent face, I hope he can still be so innocent and kind after he follows me to cut his hair. If so, I can say that Harry is the most innocent and kind boy I have ever met.

"Really? Remember your words now, and you'll know later."

I went to Mrs. Primpinier's Beauty Potions, of course it's not just beauty potions, she also provides other services like manicures and hairstyles. Haircuts aren't very slow on this side of the wizarding world, but when you need a slightly better haircut, you need to be on the safe side.

"Oh Irina, did you finally want to take care of your hair? Or need our care products?"

"Yes, please help me..."

I made a gesture, and under the horrified eyes of Harry and Mrs. Primpernie, I cut a knife across my neck.

"Cut here!"

"No!"

Mrs. Primpinier screamed: "As a beautician, I will never allow you to spoil your hair like this!"

"But ma'am, my hair has added a full three pounds to my weight!"

"That's not OK!"

"My hair is too inconvenient! Besides, it's just a shoulder-length haircut! If you don't cut it, I'll go outside!"

"..."

After about two hours, my waist-length red hair came to my shoulders, not too long but not too short, enough for me to make a ponytail. But this looks very refreshing, and the most important thing is that sentence.

I feel that my head is lighter and my neck is not sore anymore. Life is full of hope==

Harry, who was sitting on the side, watched me fiddle with my hair with that "dead heart" expression. He had been sitting on the sofa next to him for two full hours, flipping through all the magazines - some matching clothing magazines anyway. The whole person is in a confused state. Then I looked at my new hairstyle and stood happily in front of my brother.

"How about it?"

"very nice."

He opened his mouth as sincerely as possible, then looked away, looking at the Leaky Cauldron with a kind of anticipation as if looking at the Holy Light: "Can we go back to dinner?"

This kid can't, he still needs to practice. Why don't we get a nail done tomorrow?

Then Harry looked angrily at me, who blurted out these words, and angrily rushed out of Mrs. Primpinier's beauty shop: "Then I'd rather go to Azkaban!"

Alas, boys of this age.

bad.

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This chapter was not released yesterday [Hey, so today is also a double update =. =

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