Admittedly, this made Harry suspicious, and it was in a bad direction.

Now, Harry's scars barely stopped, and when he was upset or happy about what had happened to him, his scars hurt especially when he felt happy.

This gave Harry a terrible feeling that he was slowly becoming an antenna for Voldemort's mood swings, and he was sure that this growing situation definitely started with his first Occlumency lesson with Snape.

To make matters worse, he dreamed almost every night that he was running through the hallway leading to the Department of Mysteries, and this dream came as he stood in front of the dark door.

"Maybe it's like a disease," Hermione said, listening with great concern as Harry told her. "It's like a fever or something. It will get worse before it recovers. ”

"Taking classes with Snape also made it worse," Harry said weakly. "The scars hurt so badly and I got tired of running down that hallway every night. He rubbed his forehead angrily. "I just wish that door would open, and I wouldn't be left staring at him—"

"That's not a funny thing," Van Lin said helplessly. "Actually, Dumbledore doesn't want you to dream about that hallway, or he wouldn't have asked Professor Snape to teach you Occlumency. It's hard, but, Harry, it's important to you. ”

"I'm studying!" said Harry, a little annoyed. "You're going to try it...... Snape is all about getting into your head—it's no joke, you know!"

"Perhaps," Ron said slowly.

"Maybe what?" asked Hermione impatiently.

"Maybe it's not his fault that Harry can't shut his head," Ron said with a grim face.

Suddenly, Van Lin's heart skipped a beat, and Ron noticed something?

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

"Maybe Snape didn't really want to help Harry. Everyone stared at him. Ron looked at them both with a grim face. "Perhaps," he added, his voice low, "what he actually wanted to do was open Harry's mind a little bit more and make it easier for the mystery man to ......"

"Shut up, Ron," Hermione said with some anger, "how many times have you doubted Snape? and how many times have you been right? Dundon't trust him for the Order of the Phoenix, and that speaks volumes. ”

"He used to be a Death Eater," Ron stubbornly said, "and we have no evidence that he actually changed his position." ”

"Dumbledore believed him," Hermione repeated, "and if we couldn't trust Dumbledore, there wouldn't be much to trust. ”

This made Van Lin breathe a great sigh of relief, he thought that Ron had sensed something, in fact, Ron was not stupid at all, when he really thought about it......

Admittedly, though, it's all too rare for this to happen to Ron.

Because there are so many things to worry about, and so many things to do...... The fifth-year students had so much homework, often in the middle of the night, secret meetings, regular wizarding grade exams, and, for Harry, Snape's routine......

No one notices that January has passed so quickly.

Before anyone knew it, February arrived, bringing with it warm and humid weather and news of a second visit to Hogsmeade.

In fact, Harry hadn't had much time to talk to Autumn since he invited him to the village, and now he suddenly found out that he was about to spend a full day of Valentine's Day with her, but he still didn't know what to do......

On the 14th of February, Harry was dressed very carefully.

He and Ron went to breakfast just as the owl sent a letter. Hedwig wasn't in it...... Harry thought she was coming...... But Hermione receives a letter from an unfamiliar brown owl.

"I almost ran out of time! if I didn't come today. She said, eagerly tearing open the letter and pulling out a small roll of parchment. Her eyes moved from left to right, and as she watched, a happy expression on her face.

"Listen, Harry," she said, looking up at him, "it's very important. Can you meet me at the Three Broomsticks Bar at noon today?"

"Well, I don't know," Harry said uncertainly, "Cho may wish I could spend the whole day with her, we haven't discussed anything yet." ”

"If that's the case, you'll bring her with you," Hermione said eagerly, "but you're coming?"

"Well, well, but why?"

"I don't have time to tell you, I need to get back to you. She rushed out of the hall, the letter in one hand and a slice of toast in the other.

"And you, Van Lin, don't eat, your hurry up......"

Hermione's excitement was written on Hermione's face when he put down the things in his hand in a bit of a hurry, and secretly took away a few slices of bread with magic, but Van Lin didn't think there was anything to be excited about seeing Rita.

He was so busy that he almost forgot about Rita.

"Don't worry, I'll help you ...... today's date," said Van Lin, not forgetting to give Harry a look you know.

"Are you going?" Harry asked Ron as the two departed, but he shook his head gloomily. "There's no way I'm going to Hogsmeade, Angelina asked us to train all day, as if that would help, we're the worst team I've ever seen. You should go see Slopp and Colin, it's pathetic, worse than me. ”

As he spoke, Ron sighed heavily, "I don't understand why Angelina won't let me quit. ”

"Because you're great when you're playing normally, that's why," Harry said grumpyly.

He found it difficult for him to empathize with Ron's condition, especially when he was willing to give up almost everything in order to compete in the upcoming bout against Huffpuff. Ron seemed to notice Harry's tone, he didn't mention Quidditch again for the rest of the breakfast, and when they parted, the two briefly said goodbye in a somewhat grim tone.

Ron went to the Quidditch pitch, and Harry, having used a teaspoon as a mirror to try to smooth his hair, went to the foyer alone to meet Akihari, worried and wondering what they would say.

She was waiting for him by the oak door, with a long braid and a very beautiful look. Harry felt as if his feet were dragging as he walked towards her, and he was terrified to find his arms dangling stupidly around him.

"Hey," Cho breathed a little.

"Hi," Harry said. They looked at each other for a moment, and then Harry said, "Uh-uh-let's go, then?"

"Oh, okay. They joined the waiting group, and Filch was taking notes one by one, their eyes occasionally met, and they smiled at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when they went out to get some fresh air, and found that even walking in silence was better than standing stupidly.

The air outside was fresh and breezy. As they passed the Quidditch pitch, Harry felt uncomfortable when he saw Ron and Ginny flying past the hoop, and he wished he could train with them.

"Can't you really participate?" asked Qiu. Harry turned his head to see that she was looking at him.

"Yes," Harry sighed, "I can't. ”

"Remember the first time we had a confrontation, in third grade?" she asked.

"Yes," Harry smiled, "you're always in my way. ”

"And the Quidditch World Cup, do you remember, we saw Krum and then he showed up at school. ”

"Oh, I saw you too, remember? We're in the same camp. The World Cup is awesome, right?"

They talked about the World Cup all the way and walked out the door. Harry couldn't believe he could talk to her so easily—in fact, it wasn't harder than Ron and Hermione—and he began to feel happy and confident.

At this time, a large group of Slytherin girls passed by them, including Pansy. Parkinson 's.

"Potter and Chang!" Pansy screamed, accompanied by a mocking smirk, "Ah, Chang, I think there's something wrong with your tastes, at least Diggory is pretty!"

The group of girls walked over, screaming as they exaggerated Harry and Cho recalled, leaving them awkwardly silent. Harry couldn't talk about Quidditch anymore, and Autumn, blushing slightly, looked at his feet.

"So, where do you want to go?" Harry asked as they entered Hogsmeade. The street was full of students wandering around, looking at the window panes of the shops, and the road was very chaotic.

"Oh, I don't care," Cho shrugged, "why don't we take a look at the store or somewhere else?"

Walk forward. There was a huge poster posted on the glass outside, and some people in the village were looking at it. When Harry and Cho walked over they dispersed, Harry discovered that he had seen pictures of the ten escaped Death Eaters. The proclamation," an order from the Ministry of Magic, "offers a reward of one thousand Galleons to any wizard who can provide clues to the escapees.

"Weird, right?" Cho whispered, looking at the Death Eaters in the picture, "Remember when Sirius Black fled, Hogmoe had Dementors everywhere to hunt him down? ”

"Yes," Harry looked away from Bellatrix's face and into the street, "yes, it's kind of incredible. ”

He didn't regret that there weren't Dementors around, but what he thought about now was what their absence meant. Not only did they allow the Death Eaters to escape, but they also refused to hunt them down, and it seems likely that they have escaped the control of the Ministry of Magic.

Pictures of the ten Death Eaters were posted on the glass windows of each store. As Harry and Cho passed by Duke Honey's candy store, it started to rain, and bean-sized drops hit Harry's face and neck.

"Well, would you like a cup of coffee?" asked Autumn tentatively, as the rain began to fall heavier and heavier. "Okay," Harry looked around, "where?"

"Oh, there's a good place here, have you ever been to Lady Pardiff's teahouse?" said Cho happily, leading him down a side road into a small teahouse, a place Harry had never noticed. It was small, steamy, and everything was decorated, reminding Harry of Umbridge's office.

......

"What are you doing?" Hermione looked at Van Lin a little speechless.

"I think it's a bit dry here. Van Lin stood up and watched Harry enter Lady Padiv's teahouse, and when Harry turned his head, he quickly ducked to the side, which gave Hermione a headache.

"Oh, I say, Vanlin ......"

"Hey, don't think so," Van Lin put his hand on Hermione's back, "Didn't the two of them go in?"

"So, you taught Harry?"

"What?"

"How to communicate. Hermione said a little awkwardly, "What is sensitive and what can't be said......

"Uh......" Van Lin thought for a moment, "Harry should have a point in mind, or maybe we'll go over and look at the dots, and then I'll take you back to the three broomsticks?"

......

"Cute, isn't it?" asked Cho happily.

"Uh, yes. Harry lied, in fact, he couldn't see what it looked like, it always reminded her of Umbridge, a man who ruined a color.

"You see, this special decoration has been made for Valentine's Day!" said Cho, pointing to some golden cherubs that were hovering above each of the small round tables, occasionally throwing confetti of pink at the people below.

"Ahh Roger. Davis, Ravenclaw's Quidditch captain, sat at a table a foot and a half away, next to a beautiful blonde, holding each other's hands.

The image made Harry a little uncomfortable, especially when he looked around and saw that it was all couples, all holding hands. Maybe Cho wanted him to hold her hand too.

"What do you want, my dear?" asked Madame Paddev, a very stocky stocky woman with shiny black hair, struggling to squeeze between their and Roger's tables.

"Two cups of coffee, thank you," Cho said. Before the coffee came, Roger Davis and his girlfriend started kissing on top of their sugar bowl. Harry really hoped that they wouldn't do this, he felt that Davius was setting an example, and he might be asked to do it later, but faintly, he had some expectations, Van Lin was right, maybe Autumn could be a ......

Harry felt his face start to heat and tried to look out the window, but the moisture on the windowpane was too heavy for him to see the street outside. In order not to look at Aki, he looked towards the ceiling, as if to check the paint applied to it, only to be sprinkled with confetti by the hovering cherub.

The door opened again, and Harry felt that the figure was somewhat familiar, but he didn't dare to look back at me, the atmosphere here made her look a little nervous......