"Oh my God—"

"Harry!"

"Oh my god, Seamus, you're alright—"

There was chaos in the common room, Harry looked at Seamus who fell to the ground, looked at the wand clenched in his hand, and his eyes showed a little dazed, everything just happened between lightning and fire, and he didn't know what he was doing.

It was a strange feeling, and Harry just wanted to run away now, watching Seamus slowly stand up with Dean's support, Harry stiffened his face and turned without saying a word towards the door that led to the boys' dormitory.

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall about this! You are crazy! You're absolutely insane! Seamus shouted loudly behind Harry.

Harry chuckled in his heart, but he didn't stop, and he said coldly, "Whatever you want, you can go and tell Professor McGonagall-" Dizzy, Harry didn't know how he walked back to the bedroom, sitting on the four-legged copper-pillar bed/hang, the soft mattress wrapped around him, and he didn't even bother to take off his robe, Harry curled up directly under the covers.

"Are you worried? Don't worry, that wizard is very timid, and at first glance he only scares you verbally—"

Poole crawled out of the pocket of his robe, spitting out the letter, and hissing to Harry, who covered his head, he felt very tired, he had been exhausted since the beginning of the summer vacation—no, it should have been from the last event of the Triwizard Tournament, and by now, his spirit was almost exhausted, he just wanted to sleep well, sleep deeply, and leave everything else behind, and no longer think about it.

Thinking so, Harry closed his eyes, the bed was soft, more comfortable than ever, it was his first night back at Hogwarts, and after a summer vacation, he slept in this bed/hang again, and the reassuring familiarity still made Harry fall asleep quickly.

There was a faint aroma of lemon oranges on the pillows, Harry seemed to be wrapped in soft velvet, the bedroom was silent, no one was chasing him, the only sound he could hear was the "hissing" sound of Poole as he slid over the sheets, but soon the hissing also died down, and Poole seemed to find a place to rest.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and Harry became unable to support them, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, before falling asleep, his only wish was to be able to stop dreaming, and the scar on his forehead would no longer hurt.

Tonight he got his wish, he slept soundly, he didn't dream, he wasn't in that familiar dark hallway, his scar didn't move, as if Voldemort had also lamented Harry's misery, so he showed a day's kindness, and when Harry woke up, it was already the next morning.

He sat up and looked at the rest of the dorm room, who were already halfway up as Harry woke up and slowed down their movements.

Seamus quickly got dressed and left the dorm without looking at Harry, Dean? Thomas glanced at Harry with concern, but said nothing and quickly followed Seamus out of the bedroom.

"I've heard Fred say they-" Ron slipped down from the bed/hang, grabbed Harry's head, and said to Harry, who was still with his head down, as if he were half-asleep:

"Don't take last night's incident to heart, Seamus won't really complain to Professor McGonagall, it's just a misunderstanding, it's an accident, we talked about it last night."

Harry glanced up at Ron, didn't speak, just nodded, a good night's sleep didn't bring him any better spirits, his heart was like a yellow leaf blown off by the autumn wind, slowly, little by little, Harry was surprised to find that he didn't care about the magic that knocked Seamus away yesterday, and even when Ron said it, he didn't have any waves in his heart.

He just didn't feel anything, he didn't feel anything about the whole thing, let alone discuss emotions like chagrin, anger, and even regret, and Harry was even numb to Ron's kind comfort, what he was doing, where he was going next, these questions seemed to be meaningless greetings, spinning around his head.

"Okay, I see, don't comfort me, Ron." Interrupting Ron's chatter, under the surprised gaze of his best friend, Harry put on his socks and clothes, put on his robes, and his pockets were heavy, Poole sneaked in at some point, Harry was relieved and turned his head to look at Ron

"I was really angry yesterday—" he explained calmly, "but I know that I am not a liar, a showy liar, I know that." ”

Ron looked at Harry, and was eager to point out that the collar of his shirt was not neatly aligned, and it looked like he had not been groomed at all, and Harry was going to go out like this.

The two of them rushed to breakfast, and as soon as they reached the common room, Hermione caught up

"What's wrong? Harry? You look so bad-"

"It's fine." Harry said lightly, and then crawled out of the portrait hole, Ron didn't say anything, since he learned about Hermione's relationship with Ning'an, he and Hermione had become very awkward, and often had nothing to say.

"But your face is terrible...... Moreover, the collar of the clothes was not buttoned...... "They went down a staircase, and next to the staircase hung a row of portraits of old wizards, all too busy talking to each other, ignoring them.

"Oh? Is it? Harry looked down at his collar and then slowly fastened it, the strange sensation that made Hermione's eyes glow with a light and dark light, and she sighed again

"We shouldn't be like this, don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the banquet at the end of last term?"

Harry didn't speak, and Ron looked at Hermione, seemingly forgetting about it.

"Regarding the Mysteries, Dumbledore said that he 'has a very good way of creating conflict and enmity, and we can only show the same unbreakable friendship and trust—'"

"There's nothing wrong with our friendship," Ron said after a moment's thought, "but maybe your real friendship isn't ours, it's someone else——? ”

Hermione choked and looked at Ron angrily, "You mean Ning'an?" So what, Ning'an is also from our side, don't you know why Dumbledore would allow Durmstrand's students to exchange for a year at Hogwarts? She said aloud and unceremoniously:

"Don't you understand that if you always hold all kinds of prejudices, we will only go to division, and only unity can make us strong?"

"yes, unity, with the Slytherins, with the students at Durmstrang, it's fun." Ron retorted, and Harry was caught in the middle without saying a word.

They reached the bottom of the marble staircase, where a group of Ravenclaw fourth-year students were fishing through the foyer, huddled together at the sight of Harry, as if fearing that Harry would kill those who were left behind.

"Look, we're going to try to make friends with people like that." Harry said sarcastically.

They followed the Ravenclaw classmates into the auditorium, and as soon as they entered, they couldn't help but look towards the faculty desk, Ning An was chatting with Professor Sinnista, the astronomy teacher, the two seemed to be talking quite speculatively, and when Hermione walked into the auditorium, Ning An waved to her.

"Hmm......" Hermione turned her face to look at Harry and Ron, and waved her hand at them gently, "I'll go first." ”

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the staff desk, and Harry saw Ning An and Professor Sinista say goodbye, leaving the staff desk and pulling Hermione to another table belonging to Durmstrang students, Ron shook his head beside him.

The two of them had eaten hastily at the table, the unsheltered transparent roof of Hogwarts was drizzling, and the mood in the Great Hall was like a rainy day, Harry and Ron had eaten and walked through the porch, found a hidden corner under a dripping balcony, and raised the collar of their robes to resist the cold September wind.

Ron talked enthusiastically about what homework Snape would give them in the first Potions class of the school year, which made it hard for Harry to imagine, he thought it would be a difficult thing to do, Snape would not give himself a good look, and after two months of vacation, he must give them a dismissal.

"Hey, Harry—" Just then, someone walked around the corner towards them, it was Ningan and Hermione.

"Maybe in a few days, the news of Principal Durmstrang and the Gryffindor girls in love will come out." Ron looked at Hermione and said, he and Ning An are not very familiar with each other, so he is reluctant to look at Ning An when he speaks, but there is always a sour taste in his words.

"Haha, I'd love to spread the news, maybe one day the Daily Prophet will report on it." Ning An said generously, Hermione gently pinched his arm, she looked completely different now from when Ning An and they were together.

"So your daily job is to go around the school and do nothing?" Harry asked unceremoniously, he didn't know why he was talking in such a tone now, since he and Seamus? After a fight, he didn't care about many things anymore.

Hermione frowned, Ning An seemed a little surprised by Harry's attitude, but he quickly regained his usual look, and said with a snort:

"Maybe so, maybe I'll revisit the Hogwarts class, at least Professor Snape's class, I'm interested-"

Ning An changed his words as he spoke, "But speaking of professors, I don't think you know much about the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." ”

Harry remembered the toad-like face, the woman with the mask and the smirk, and the cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but huddle his arms and shiver

"You mean Professor Umbridge?"

"Haha, yes, she should be a ...... Well, very interesting person, anyway, if something happens, Harry, I'm still the same thing, you can come and ask for my help, I'll help you-"

Ning An's black pupils flickered, and he looked at Harry and then looked down at Hermione, who smiled submissively, but Harry was still expressionless.

"Thank you so much." He said lightly, for some reason Harry was very suspicious of Ning An's frequent words about helping him, and he didn't know what his purpose was.

"Harry—you shouldn't be! Ning An really wants to help you! But Harry's attitude clearly drew Hermione's displeasure, and she said harshly, causing Ron to look sideways and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Alright, let's go first." Ning An gently pulled Hermione and left first, looking at Harry as he parted, leaving a meaningful smile, Harry watched the two walk away from the corner, into the courtyard in the middle, and then disappeared into the corridor.

"Let's go, the class bell is ringing." Ron said listlessly, the momentum that had been held up in front of Ning An just now seemed to be gone, and the two of them went all the way to the Potions classroom on the first floor of the basement.

Outside in line, there was no sign of Ning'an, Hermione and Neville were standing in a row, the door to the underground classroom creaking and creaking as they walked into the table they were usually sitting at in the back row, Snape closed the door with his backhand, and looked at everyone coldly.

There were many unfamiliar faces in the classroom, these people were wearing blood-red robes, symbolizing Durmstrand, and several Slytherin students, looking at them and muttering, because they saw familiar faces inside.

Draco? Malfoy was sitting quietly among a few red-robed students, seemingly having already established a friendship with his classmates in Durmstrang, a blonde-haired girl Harry was equally familiar with, named Daphne? The girls in Greengrass used to be from Slytherin House as well.

He used to be an active member of Ning'an's small organization, and later transferred to Durmstrang, and these two people are also considered Slytherin celebrities.

"Quiet." Snape said coldly, and the classroom suddenly fell silent, and all small movements stopped.

"Before we start classes today, we're going to get to know our new classmates, and as you know, we've been closing a lot of our classes this semester with Durmstrang students—" Snape's eagle-like eyes glanced back and forth over Durmstrang students.

These have never been exposed to Severus? Snape's students immediately felt the pressure, and they instantly understood what kind of person the Potions professor at Hogwarts was.

"And, next June you're going to take an important exam, when you'll prove how much you've learned about potion preparation and use, even though a few of the people in this class are really mentally retarded. L. I can barely 'pass' in the exam, otherwise I will ...... Very angry. ”

As he spoke, his eyes glared at Neville, who gasped in fright.

Snape pursed his lips slightly, his gaze fell on Harry's face, for some reason, Harry glared at him without showing weakness, this was not a wise move, but now Harry's heart was inexplicably happy, he had a kind of vicious pleasure, since the fight with Seamus, in the summer vacation, the sense of freedom of wanton destruction took over his heart again.

Why should he let himself cower and be unhappy, even if he had the courage to fight in front of Voldemort, why should he pretend to be a good baby in front of Snape, Umbridge, and the rest of the students who didn't understand him?