"What did I do to Harry?" Hermione said, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, no, no, or I'd have killed him......" Van Lin said helplessly.

"Just you?" Hermione said with some contempt, but then changed to a worried expression.

"And what about Harry?"

What about Harry? It's a question that Van Lin has asked many times, in whatever way, because his involvement will always make a difference for Harry.

However, Harry likes Autumn now, and there is no doubt that it was written on Harry's face, perhaps because it was Harry's first time, and he didn't know how to make girls happy.

However, Qiudu said it so obviously, you don't care about anything, just go up recklessly...... Why......

"Autumn!" Harry called from behind, but the door was already shut, and there was a crisp clang.

There was silence in the teahouse. Every pair of eyes looked at Harry.

He threw a gold galleon on the table, brushed the pink confetti from his hair, and followed Autumn out the door.

It was raining so hard that she was gone. And he didn't understand what was going on at all, half an hour ago they were getting along very well.

"Woman!" Harry muttered angrily, staggering down the rain-soaked street, hands in his pockets. "Why is she talking about Cedric? Why does she always have to find a topic that makes her behave out of her mind?"

"Are you sure the rain won't go away?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I did it, but it's raining now, maybe Harry will like it, and we don't have to walk there anyway. Van Lin said indifferently, and then threw a golden galleon on the table, watching Harry's back running, and the two of them quickly disappeared in place.

......

Harry turned to the right and ran, the rain splashing on his body, and a few minutes later he came to the door of the three broomsticks. He knew he had come too early, but he thought maybe someone here would allow him to pass the extra time. He flicked the hair above his eyes and looked around.

Hagrid was sitting alone in the corner, looking very depressed.

"Hey, Hagrid!" he cried, squeezing through the middle of the table and pulling a chair to sit down next to Hagrid. Hagrid jumped to his feet and glared at Harry from above, as if he didn't recognize him.

Harry saw two new wounds on his face, as well as some bruises.

"Oh, yes, Harry," Hagrid said, "how are you?"

"Good," Harry lied, but in front of a wounded and grieving Hagrid, he felt he had nothing to complain about. "Uh—are you alright?"

"Me?" said Hagrid, "oh, of course, I'm fine, Harry, fine. He glared at his beer glass, which was more like a barrel, and sighed. Harry didn't know how to tell him, they sat side by side, silent for a while, and then Hagrid suddenly spoke: "We're in the same boat, you and me, right?"

"Uh-" Harry said. "Yes, I said, two hopeless people, like," Hagrid said, nodding wisely.

"Two orphans, yes, two orphans. He took a big sip of beer.

"The difference is that it's not from a decent family," he said, "my dad is decent, your mom and dad are decent." If they lived, life would be completely different, eh?"

"Yes, I think," Harry replied cautiously. Hagrid was in a peculiar mood.

"Family," Hagrid said dejectedly, "no matter what you say, bloodline matters. He wiped away a tear that came out of his eyes.

"Hagrid," Harry said, unable to interrupt him, "where did you get these injuries?"

"Huh?" Hagrid startled, "what injury?"

"These!" Harry pointed to his face. "Oh, it's just a normal bump, Harry," Hagrid said nonchalantly, "I've taken on a difficult job. ”

He drank all his beer, put the glass back on the table, and stood up.

"See you later, Harry, be careful. He walked out of the bar loudly, looking pitiful, and disappeared into the rain. Harry looked at him and felt uncomfortable.

Hagrid was upset and was hiding something, but he seemed to decide not to accept any help. What had happened? Before Harry could think further, he heard a voice calling his name.

"Harry, Harry, here!" Hermione shouted.

Hermione waved at him from the other side of the room. Harry stood up and walked through the crowded bar towards her. When he was a few tables away, he realized that Hermione wasn't just with Van Lin.

Sitting with Hermione were two of Harry's most unlikely companions: Luna and Rita Skeeter, former reporters for the Daily Prophet and one of Hermione's least favorite people in the world.

"You're early!" Hermione said, moving to the side to let him sit down.

"I think you're with Autumn and you'll be here for at least an hour. ”

"Oh, well, why didn't I see you when I first arrived?" asked Harry.

"Oh, me and Van Lin just ...... Just came back and we went out. Hermione said, leaving her embarrassed look at Van Lin.

The two of them had only just appeared, a second before Harry arrived.

"Well, I mean......" Van Lin looked at Rita, a smart woman.

"Autumn?" said Rita immediately, twisting on the stool and looking at Harry eagerly, "A girl?"

She grabbed her crocodile leather bag and fumbled inside.

"Harry is with a hundred girls, and it has nothing to do with you," Hermione told Rita coldly. "Now you can get started. ”

Rita had just taken a green quill from her bag, and as if she had been forced to swallow stinky water, she opened it again.

"What are you going to do?" asked Harry, sitting down, looking at Rita, Luna, Hermione, and Verlin.

Rita took a long sip of her drink, then looked at Van Lin as if to ask, "I guess I can talk to him, right?"

"Yes," Hermione said coldly. Apparently life was not good for Rita now, her once carefully curled hair was now sparse and unkempt around her face, the scarlet red on her fingernails was mutilated, and some fake gems from her glasses were missing.

She took another long sip of her drink and squeezed out a sentence from the corner of her mouth, "Is that a pretty girl, Harry?"

"One more word about Harry's private life would undermine our deal and our commitment. Hermione said irritably. Rita asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You didn't mention any deals, dear miss, you just let me come here. Oh, someday," she took a deep breath, a little shaky.

"Yes, yes, one day you'll write more tragic stories about us and Harry," Hermione said nonchalantly, "if anyone cares, why wouldn't you?"