As soon as Harry turned around, the person he was most looking forward to was standing in the middle of the room, which made him a little panicked and a little snickering, but when Harry saw the tears rolling down his face, the snickering turned to panic.

"How——?" Harry didn't know what to do.

Cho just stood there, crying silently.

"What's wrong?" Harry whispered softly, holding out his hand, as if he wanted to learn from Vanlin's treatment of Hermione, but it didn't seem to be appropriate, Harry raised his hand, the whole person was a little nervous, and Cho just stood in place.

Cho shook her head and wiped her tears down her sleeve.

"I ...... I'm sorry," Cho said somewhat vaguely.

"I want to... It's just that... Learn these things... It's just that it makes me... Doubt if... If he knew this... He'll still be in ......."

Harry's heart went straight down past its usual place and landed somewhere in his belly. He should know. She wanted to talk about Cedric.

He knew that Cedric liked Autumn very much, and if it wasn't for the accident, there would definitely be Cedric among the people he was teaching now, and Van Lin would definitely do it, and Harry had no doubt about that.

Well, Autumn is definitely not what she is now, Cedric just gave Autumn a letter and said goodbye without saying goodbye in everyone's puzzled eyes.

It was the talk of the town around Hogwarts for almost the entire year, after all, it involved Harry and Voldemort.

This is an eternal topic in the wizarding world.

The boy who never died, or the savior's feud with the Dark Lord, Cedric intervened as a matter of course that night, and became a victim.

An object that all people want to explore and sympathize with.

"He does know these things," Harry said with some heaviness. "He's also very good at it, otherwise he wouldn't have reached the center of the maze. But if Voldemort really wants to kill you, there's no hope for you. ”

There would be no hope, Harry couldn't help but think to himself, wasn't he the person Voldemort wanted to kill?

And Van Lin, they have all confronted each other head-on, but they are all intact, except for Cedric, who looks no different from dead.

As for himself, Harry knew very well that if it weren't for his luck, Van Lin's arrival would have his own wand.

Is that spell called a flashback spell?

Or is it ......

Harry couldn't help but clench his wand tightly, their wands were connected, and related, and seemed to have their brains......

In fact, Cho shuddered involuntarily at the hearing of Voldemort's name, but Choren stared at Harry unflinching.

"You survived as a baby," Cho said quietly, as if to ask why Harry was the only one who came back unharmed.

"Yes, well," Harry said, a little tired, as he moved to the door, "I don't know why, and neither do the others, but it doesn't look like it's anything to be proud of." ”

"Oh, don't go!" Qiu said again with tears in her eyes, "...... I...... I'm sorry I've been so upset and upset about this place. I didn't mean to......"

Her shoulders shook twice.

Harry paused, something indescribable, even though her eyes were red and swollen she was still very pretty.

This made Harry feel very sad. "Merry Christmas" alone would have made him feel very satisfied, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.

What are you expecting?

Harry couldn't say anything, but Cedric's topic was like a basin of cold water poured over his head.

He couldn't face Cedric, could it be that Cedric protected him and then had an accident and became ......

"I know it's going to be terrifying for you," Qiu said weakly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve again.

"I mean, when you're facing him, there's no way that person can ...... And Cedric had an accident...... I guess you just want to forget about it, right?"

It was a little hard to say, but Harry understood what it meant.

Harry didn't say anything, she was quite right, but he didn't feel like he had the courage to say it, he didn't have the courage to face Cedric, or was he really handed Cedric over to the Ministry of Magic?

He was just a victim, forced into a bad identity, which Harry knew.

But autumn ......

"You know, you're really a good teacher," Qiu said with a watery smile. "I never used to knock anything down with a stun spell. ”

"Thanks," Harry said awkwardly, looking up.

The two know what to say and what not to say, and while it may seem like self-deception, if they care about everything......

Why not give yourself a chance?

Harry thought a little ambivalently, perhaps......

They looked at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, Harry's heart felt a strong urge to run out of the room, and at the same time, he couldn't move his feet at all.

"Parasitic," Cho said quietly, pointing to the ceiling above his head.

"yes," Harry said. His mouth was very dry. "Although, it may be full of elves. ”

"Elf?

"I don't know," Harry said. She came closer. His head felt like he had been knocked unconscious. "You'll have to ask Luffy...... No, it's Luna, I mean".

Autumn makes a glissando between sobbing and laughter. She was closer to him now. Close enough he could count the freckles on her nose.

"I really like you, Harry. Autumn said with a wink.

It was as if his heart was skipping a beat, and for a moment, Harry couldn't think. A feeling of excitement spread throughout his body, paralyzing his limbs and mind. She was too close. He could see every tear on her eyelashes......

Half an hour later, Harry returned to the common room to find Van Lin and Hermione sitting in the best seats by the fireplace, and almost everyone else had gone to bed.

Hermione was writing a very long letter, already half a roll of parchment manuscript that hung from the edge of the table.

As Van Lin lay on the back of his chair, Harry saw a pile of shiny things changing in Van Lin's hands. Ron, on the other hand, was honestly at the table, struggling hard for his transfiguration homework......

Well, it's perfect......

"What are you going to do?" Ron asked abruptly as Harry sat down in the armchair next to Hermione.

Harry didn't answer. He was still shocked, wanting to tell his friends what had just happened, but he felt that he should take the secret to the grave.

"How are you, Harry?" asked Hermione, her eyes glancing over the quill to him.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

Actually, he doesn't know if he's good or bad right now.

The first second is very contradictory, and the next second is ......

Harry's mind went blank, and in fact, he hadn't even figured out what was going to happen.