..Chapter 90 To the ghosts of youth that will eventually fade away

"Oh... um..."

Strange groans sounded, continuous, looming...

Anyone who has some understanding of the relationship between men and women will think of some indescribable pictures when they hear this voice.

Everyone followed the sound and saw Harry was warming up to the fire. His handsome face was illuminated by the fire as if it had been coated with gold powder, and there was a charming smile on his face. He was moaning and enjoying himself.The misleading voice came from his nose and mouth.

A girl's face was flushed. I don't know if it was the reflection of the fire or something else. She whispered: "Harry, can you...can you keep your voice down?" She seemed to feel that what she was accusing was very embarrassing. After speaking, he lowered his head.

Harry didn't seem to hear it.

In fact he heard it, but he didn't care.

He just wants to enjoy the warmth brought by the flames.

When warming the fire, let the body enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by warmth. If it is 100 points, then groaning from the heart while warming the fire will sublimate the feeling again and achieve the most perfect effect. [-] points.

The combination of body and mind is king.

Of course, this requires abandoning a little bit of shame.

Harry is now doing what makes him comfortable.

He doesn't care about others.

Logically speaking, Harry would not do such a lewd thing.

But anyone who accidentally fell into the icy lake when the ice and snow were dozens of degrees below zero would not have a good face.

So, Harry didn't care about anything, and he didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to cook quietly by the fire.

Seeing that Harry ignored the girl's words, the students looked at each other with helpless expressions.

However, as they listened, envy rose in their hearts for no reason.

Because when they warm up, they also have the desire to moan.

Looking at Harry, he seems to be enjoying it, or I will try it too.

Everyone seems to think so, so they open their mouths and want to free their hearts too.

But they found that although they opened their mouths, they didn't make a sound. What's the matter?They don't understand, could it be that they have been cursed.

Seeing how they wanted to speak but didn't speak, Harry snorted coldly, you stupid Odoudou, you can't even do such a simple thing as throwing away your shame.

They had no choice but to continue listening to Harry's misleading voice.

The boys are alright, but the girls heard faint ripples in their hearts. They secretly looked at Harry leaning on the chair, their faces were flushed, their legs were close together, and their feet were stepping on each other, as if they were stepping on each other. The more it hurts, the more you can suppress a certain emotion.

Slowly, Harry's voice stopped.

Harry frowned, now that he was warming up to the fire, he didn't feel like he had just started.

Are you used to it?

When Harry stopped shouting, the girls couldn't help exhaling, what the hell were they fantasizing about just now?

Harry's clothes were half wet, but when he came back, he sat here warming himself by the fire, and the clothes were now clinging to his skin, wrinkled and uncomfortable.

Harry stood up, carried the quilt upstairs, and then went to the bathroom, took a good shower and changed into new clothes.

Refreshed, once again revived with full blood.

Eating the heart chocolate made by Hermione, Harry headed to the auditorium.

Along the way, the students I saw were beaming.

Although they can't be with their parents, Christmas is always a happy thing.

Even the ghosts roamed the school corridors wantonly.

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Peeves hid in the air, watching the students below happily attending the Christmas banquet with envy.

The joy on the classmate's face is in stark contrast to the resentment on its ugly face.

How much it wants to destroy this beauty!

But it is not capable enough, all it can do is scare them.

Otherwise he wouldn't just be doing these childish things.

Why am I so weak!

In Hogwarts, it is the weakest, even the big joke in Hogwarts, "The Headless Horseman" Nick, is stronger than it.

Peeves' face was about to contort.

No, no, there's still a Cowardly Myrtle that can make it bully bully.

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With his evil black eyes, he pays attention to the students passing by below. Whenever he sees the heads of the little devils in the lower grades, he will rush down, pop up out of nowhere, or go through their bodies, or throw garbage on their heads superior.

The fear in the eyes of the students in the lower grades made it laugh "hohoho".

But it is sad to think that after a few years, these students will know that although there is nothing they can do about it, there is nothing terrible about it.

This feeling of powerlessness made it angry.

Suddenly it saw another student passing by. It knew her and was always very popular with classmates in school.

Normally, it would not dare, because they would tell Barrow the Bloody Hand that Barrow the Bloody Hand is the ghost it fears the most. The blood flowing from his body and the suffocating smell of blood brought it too many memories of fear.

But today, its mentality is obviously wrong.

It noticed that there was a metal trash can beside the stone pillar. It smiled sinisterly, lifted the trash can, floated behind the student, and was about to fall down...

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