Chapter 96 is all broken!

Harry went back to his dormitory. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the darkness, Harry sat quietly on his bed.

He didn't fall asleep.

For some reason, when he and Zhang Qiu became ordinary classmates.

Sadness is naturally there, but there is also a relaxed mood, and it seems that there is no longer any problem bothered.

Was it because of Hermione? After all, I couldn't figure out how to get along with them.

......

But......

I really...... Love Hermione?

Harry imagined what would happen to Hermione if she told him she had a crush on someone else.

It's just as uncomfortable, but it seems to be ...... It didn't hurt as much as I imagined.

Is this because it's just my own imagination and doesn't take it seriously subconsciously, or is it because I don't like Hermione that much?

The question haunted Harry.

......

It seems that I have been a child for a long time, and even my mental age has deteriorated, Harry thought.

What am I here for?

I'm for magic, mystical magic.

Thinking of this, Harry got up, sat down at the table, and took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, and dipped the quill in ink, and was about to put pen to paper, but his hand stopped, and it was a little difficult to put pen to paper.

"Smack"

A drop of black ink drops on the paper.

Harry tossed the paper in a clump and took out a new one.

This time, without hesitation, the handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Hermione, you're a lovely girl, but I suppose you're still a kid and can't have a clear judgment on feelings, you're only eleven years old, and you've met too few people in your world, which can interfere with your judgment. We don't even go from strange to familiar for half a year, and when you grow up, you will know how big the world is, and you will see more and more people. I don't want to let me affect your real choice. If you don't hate me in a few years, then let's start all over again...... Harry. ”

Close.

Harry didn't know how Hermione would feel when she received the letter, because he didn't want to think about it.

Summoned Blackie and tied the letter to Blackie's lap.

Little Black flapped his wings and flew away.

When I got back to bed, my hand touched something soft.

The cutie has just returned, and the fur on its body is still cold.

Harry gently touched the cutie, listened to the sound of her chanting, and slowly fell asleep......

......

The next day, after waking up.

It occurred to Harry that he had forgotten something, he had forgotten to take care of Professor Sprout's herbs.

During the four days of his illness, he did not go to insulate the greenhouse at night.

When he ran to the herb shed, he only hoped that the herbs did not freeze to death.

When I opened the door, I saw a rush of heat.

A girl is extinguishing one stove after another, leaving only a few to maintain the temperature in the room.

The girl saw Harry come in and explained, "When you were sick, I came over for you in the evening to light the stove in the herb room." ”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Well, thank you, Zhang Qiu." ”

"You're welcome. ”

Zhang Qiu walked past Harry with his head down.

Harry stood in the doorway, stunned for a long time, before he woke up and closed the door and left the place.

......

In the morning, Harry spent the morning making potions in the classroom, but he was absent-minded and made mistakes many times.

Harry frowned as he looked at the pot of whispering potions.

After this potion is drunk, whoever wants to let him hear what he says, he can hear it.

Otherwise, even if you shout in the ear of a person, that person will not hear anything.

The potion was about to succeed, but Harry was upset.

He pointed his wand at the cauldron.

"Clean up"

A pot of pale cyan potions was rolled up and emptied.

I'm really impatient, I don't seem to be suitable for this kind of task.

Harry's potions were excellent, but only because he had read a lot. He didn't really like the class, and he wasn't as obsessed with it as Snape was.

His decision to use this winter break to make potions was largely due to curiosity about Snape's potions textbooks.

He didn't want to play anymore now.

He didn't want to spend a lot of time on Potions, just Snape anyway.

I don't know what his expression was when he returned the rest of the potion to Snape.

After cleaning up the classroom, I went downstairs with my equipment and prepared to be sent back to the basement classroom.

......

Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, recalling Snape's cold eyes just now, he was definitely not pretending, it was from the heart.

"Bang, bang, bang"

There was a knock at the door.

Unexpectedly, the fat lady forgot the order to open the door again, and Harry thought helplessly.

I had to stand up and go to open the door.

When the petite figure came in through the round door, he looked up and stared at Harry with those big eyes.

Slowly, his eyes turned red.

Harry opened his mouth, knowing for the first time what it meant to be overwhelmed......

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