"So, is he planning anything about me?" asked Harry.

"Plans, did I say so?" Phineas lazily checked his silk gloves, "Now, I beg your pardon, I have more important things to do, I don't have time to listen to the troubles of the adolescent boys, and I wish you a good day!" Phineas leisurely walked over to his frame, disappearing from Harry's vision.

"Great, get out!" Harry yelled at the empty frame, "Tell Dumbledore that I don't appreciate him at all!" ”

Harry dragged his suitcase back to the foot of the bed and fell to the moth-eaten lid, closing his eyes as he felt heavy and painful. He felt like he had walked a far, long way.

It is hard to imagine that less than twenty-four hours ago, Qiu Zhang had approached him under the mistletoe. He was so tired. He didn't dare sleep, but he didn't know how long he could hold out. Dumbledore told him to stay still, which must mean he could sleep, but he was still terrified. What if that happens again? He sank in the shadows.

There seemed to be a movie waiting to be shown in his head. He was walking through a deserted hallway, past rough stone walls, around torches, down stone steps, towards an ordinary black door.

He reached the black door, but could not open it. He stood and stared at it, desperate to get in. What he wanted with all his heart was right behind there, a prize of his dreams.

If only his scars would stop stinging, he would be able to think more clearly.

"Harry," Ron's voice came from far, far away, "Mommy said dinner was ready, but if you still want to sleep, she'll keep some for you." ”

Harry opened his eyes, but Ron had already left the room. He didn't want to see me, Harry thought, after he heard Moody's words.

Harry imagined that none of them would want him to stay here any longer, because now they knew what was lurking inside him. He won't go down to eat;

Harry rolled over, and after a while, he fell asleep again.

Harry woke up late, early in the morning, his body and mind aching from hunger and the snoring of Ron next to him. Looking around the room, he saw the dark silhouette of Phineas standing on his portrait again, which made Harry think that Dumbledore might have sent Phineas to spy on him so that he wouldn't attack anyone else. An uncertain emotion grows.

He kind of wished he hadn't obeyed Dumbledore. If that's his life at Hogwarts after that, maybe he should leave here and go back to Privet Road.

In fact, everyone except Harry's apprehension spent the whole morning making Christmas decorations.

Harry couldn't remember when Sirius had been in such a good mood before. In fact, Sirius was singing Christmas carols, and apparently he was glad to have someone to spend Christmas with him.

Harry sat alone in the cold living room, and Harry could hear the echo of Sirius' singing. Watching the sky outside the window grow paler and the snowflakes fall down, he felt that he was giving them a chance to talk about him without stopping, and the thought of this made him feel a cruel joy.

When he heard Mrs. Weasley softly calling his name downstairs at lunchtime, he took a few steps back upstairs and ignored her.

Around six o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Black began to scream again. Harry, who was hiding in Piggy's room, guessed that Moody or the rest of the team had already arrived, and he moved to make himself more comfortable against the wall.

He fed Hedwig with dead rats, trying to ignore how hungry he was.

Harry was taken aback when someone knocked loudly on the door a few minutes later.

"I know you're in there," it was Van Lin's voice, "please come out, I want to talk to you." ”

"What are you doing here?" asked Harry as he opened the door.

At this time, the little pig is starting to search the straw-covered floor again for any rat meat that it has missed. "I thought you were skiing with your mom and dad right now. ”

In fact, Van Lin left St Mungo with Hermione yesterday, and there is no doubt that Van Lin should have gone skiing in the snowy mountains with Hermione......

"Well, to be honest, skiing wasn't actually our thing, it was Mr. Granger's plan, and I pushed him to my dad...... "so I'm here for Christmas, and Hermione." ”

Harry looked at Hermione behind Van Lin, her head covered in snowflakes and her face flushed from the cold.

"But don't tell Ron. Because Ron was always smiling, I told him it was good to ski. My parents were a little disappointed, but I told them that all the people who took exams seriously were now staying at Hogwarts. They want me well, and they'll understand. Hermione said hurriedly, as if she was afraid that Harry would misunderstand or something.

"Anyway," Hermione said in high spirits, "let's go to your bedroom, where Mrs. Weasley lit a fire and handed out sandwiches. ”

Harry followed Van Lin and Hermione back to the third floor, and when he entered the bedroom, he was surprised to see Ron and Ginny sitting on Ron's bed waiting for them.

"The two of us came by knight's bus," Hermione said cheerfully, taking off her jacket before Harry had time to speak.

"Actually, we saw Stan, you know him, the conductor. Van Lin said, hanging up their clothes, "I also went back to Hogwarts, and even though Dumbledore had explained to Umbridge that Lady Weasley was in St. Mungo's and that you had permission to visit, Umbridge was still annoyed that our gang had slipped under her nose. ”

"Hmm......" Harry nodded a little sneeringly, which meant that this Christmas ...... Have you ever been together?

"How are you feeling?" asked Hermione.

"Good," Harry said, expressionless.

"Oh, don't lie, Harry," Hermione said a little impatiently, "since you came back from St. Mungo, you've been hiding from everyone. ”

"What do they say?" said Harry, glaring at Ron and Ginny.

Ron looked down at his feet, but Ginny looked like nothing had happened.

"That's what you did!" said Ginny unceremoniously, "you don't want to see any of us!"

"You guys don't want to see me!" Harry said angrily.

"Maybe you both want to see each other, but you both missed the opportunity. Hermione said, smiling reluctantly.

"It's ridiculous. Harry snapped, turning and leaving.