Leaving the auditorium, Ike came alone to the edge of the Black Lake.

It was very cold at Hogwarts in January, and there had been a few snows in the past few days, and some of them had not melted, and the wind blew them like ice slag on the face.

Ike put a warm-up spell on himself, but he still felt cold, even though his body didn't feel cold at all under the effect of magic.

"Bang!"

A snowball flew from behind him, and Ike moved his fingers slightly The snowball stopped half a meter behind him, and then flew in the direction of the attack at a faster speed, and more than a dozen snowballs flew up from the ground and flew out immediately after him.

"Ike! Stop! Stewart ducked to the side the moment the snowball stopped, but the snowball came so fast that it took five or six hits in a row to dodge the follow-up attack. Seeing more snowballs floating, he hurriedly begged for mercy.

Ike smiled and let Stuart go. Shaking the snow off his clothes, Stewart complained, "It's been melting for days, it's all dark!" I have to do the laundry when I go back, and you know I'm the most annoying to do the laundry. ”

"It's all house-elves doing laundry, what are you bothering about? Moreover, it was you who made the first move, and I just fought back. ”

Ike put a cleaning spell on Stewart, "And magic, isn't it?" ”

"Clothes that are cleaned by magic have no soul." Stewart straightened his clothes and rubbed his hands, "It's a cold day, I really don't know why you're running here." ”

"Come out and blow the wind, don't you think the Black Lake is beautiful now?" Ike pointed to the frozen lake in front of him and said, "You don't want to go up and skate?" ”

"I don't want to." Stewart shook his head like he was flying, "Roger said the giant squid in the Black Lagoon loved to tap the ice from below while the little wizards skated. You know, it's a big guy who doesn't know how heavy it is, and it often breaks the ice. ”

"Is that so? Forget it, I don't want to drink Madam Pomfrey's special cold potion, it's hard to look at it with smoke in my ears. ”

"You're right." Stewart replied, then hesitated for a moment, and then said cautiously, "Ike, actually, I wanted to ...... when I came here It's like, I feel like you've been a little bit wrong lately......"

"If possible, why don't you tell me that we're friends, aren't we?"

Ike turned around and looked at the cautious Stewart, and couldn't help but smile.

"It's just a little trouble when learning spells, there's nothing you can't beat. I'm just relaxing a little bit and the problem will be solved soon. ”

"Okay." Stewart nodded, "But, I want to say, you don't have to push yourself so hard, and you don't have to get so stiff with Morag. ”

"Actually, everyone knows that you have closed yourself off......"

"A lot of times, I feel like you're pushing yourself too hard, and no Hogwarts has ever had a first-year student who has mastered silent spellcasting and non-combat spellcasting like you......"

"I think it's a good thing if you try to communicate with people more, isn't it?"

"People don't actually hate you, it's just ......"

"You're just afraid of me, aren't you?" Ike still had a smile on his lips, but Stewart shivered.

"That's it! That's it! Stewart exclaimed, "Sometimes your expression is a little scary, especially when you look at it......"

"It's so scary, I felt like I'm going to suffocate several times!"

Ike smiled and patted Stewart on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I see, I'll take care of it." ”

"You'd better do it!" Stuart showed a vicious expression, "Otherwise, even if I can't beat you, I will definitely make you pay!" ”

"Okay, okay, I got it." Ike moved his fingers, and a whirlwind swept the snow within three meters in front of him and drifted towards the Black Lake, and the snow flew into the air and scattered, looking good in the sun.

"I just haven't figured it out."

"And now?"

"Figured it out."

Stewart looked at Ike's smiling face, although he still had doubts in his heart, but Ike had a face full of words that said you believe me, so I believe it for the time being.

This sentence of persuasion is affection, and Ike naturally understands this, and only thanks to Stewart, who said this.

"Perhaps, you should really try to make contact with them?"

On the way back, Ike thought to himself as he listened to Stewart talk about some interesting things lately. In fact, he also knows that the current situation of isolation is self-inflicted. Just like Morag, although he greets people with white eyes every time they meet, doesn't he also use Snape's gaze to scare people?

One point of playfulness, three points of deliberateness, and the remaining six points of vigilance can be put down.

At least for them......

In the next period of time, Stewart and the others found that Ike became more and more cheerful, and although he still didn't know where he was running from time to time, he would slowly join the conversation between them, and the activities in the common room would also be present.

It's just that the habit of scaring people with their eyes from time to time is still there, but after so long, I'm actually used to it.

Even Morag would only roll his eyes when Ike showed Snape's gaze, and the rest of the time he would laugh and talk.

That's good, at least it looks a lot more harmonious.

“…… Professor Flitwick, that's it, Ike is a lot better now, and I think he's really getting in. Stuart sat across from Professor Flitwick's desk, holding a cup of hot chocolate.

"That's fine." Professor Flitwick took a small piece of cake from a drawer and handed it to Stewart, "Sure enough, you communicate better with each other, and Mr. Strade can listen to you." ”

"So, Mr. Akre, would you like another little cake? I've always thought it was the best dessert in all of Hogwarts. Professor Flitwick took a small cake from the drawer and handed it to Stewart.

"No, Professor Flitwick." Stewart waved his hand.

"Okay." Professor Flitwick grabbed another handful of candy from the drawer, "Let's have some candy, I don't really like these sweets, but I get a whole bunch of them every Christmas, especially the cockroach pile, oh my!" I don't know why there are such terrible candies! ”

"Professor Flitsch......" Stewart said, looking at the pile of cockroaches crawling around on the table, "I'd like some cockroach piles if I can, and Ike loves eating this, though I think it's scary." ”

"Really? Mr. Stewart's tastes were very similar to Dumbledore's. Professor Flitwick wrapped up the cockroach pile in the drawer and handed it to Stewart, "They're the only two people I know who like this thing, maybe the whole wizarding world just like them?" ”

Professor Flitwick blinked.

"I think so, too." Stuart took the paper bag, got up, and said, "Professor Flitwick, can I go, I'm going to get these to Ike quickly." ”

"Of course, Mr. Akley." Professor Flitwick nodded, watching Stewart leave the office. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and then he took a quill and wrote something on a piece of parchment, then folded the paper into a paper crane and threw it into the sky, and the paper crane flapped its wings and flew out.

"Maybe you don't have to be so nervous......"