"Ginny?" Hermione probed out.

"I'm supposed to be dating Michael Korna." Susan also looked at it.

"Ginny?"

Ron didn't mention it in one breath, and the pearls in the milk tea blocked his throat.

His face was flushed and he coughed for a long time, but Harry kindly patted him on the back and told him to swallow the pearl.

"What is she doing?" Turning around, Ron asked angrily, his ears resembling two carpaccio, "In love—my sister is in love?" With which Michael Corner? ”

"yes!" Susan sliced open the steak in front of her with a knife, took a bite and explained, "Cho Chang told me. ”

"Huh?" Harry is also a god?

"When? Since when did she start! Ron snarled.

Susan rolled her eyes at him. "Just this year, two months ago, but they met at last year's Christmas Ball. Later, it seemed that something had happened, and she broke up again, and recently they just got back together. ”

"Michael Corner? Just the dark-skinned one? Ron asked.

"Well—he's a potions genius, he's gifted, one of the few Ravenclaw students who can get extra points from Professor Snape." Susan said.

"I don't like him!" Ron said without thinking.

"What do you like him for?" Susan looked Ron up and down, as if she recognized that the Gryffindor in front of her was also an authoritarian and powerful guy, "It's not that you want to fall in love with him." If you have time, think about yourself! ”

"But—" Ron craned his neck like a rooster stuck in his throat and couldn't speak for a long time, until he looked sideways and saw Harry on the side, and then blurted out, "Doesn't Ginny like Harry?" ”

As soon as she said this, Hermione immediately threw an impatient look at him.

"Ginny used to like Harry, but since third year she's been disappointed, and last Christmas party she was going to start dating other boys, but then - after the kitchen incident, she. Ahem. ”

At this, Miss Granger suddenly coughed in embarrassment.

His eyes glanced at Owen to the side.

Owen immediately looked at her with a strange look on his face.

"How?"

"Miss Granger has snatched the soul of a little girl from someone else?"

He looked at her playfully, "You-why are you so attractive to girls?" ”

"How's there - she's scared and needs to be relied on!" Hermione said categorically.

"Oh! Dependence? Owen raised an eyebrow, "Sister Sharing, isn't it?" ”

I suddenly remembered the Egyptian Nefer Tully.

I don't know what happened to this little girl.

"What sister." Hermione's face was red, her eyes were rolling, and she immediately turned her gun on Harry, "It's not like you've been to the Black Lagoon a lot in recent months!" What girl can endure this!

And Qiu Zhang, she originally had a good impression of you, but it's all gone in the past few months! ”

"Me"

All right.

Harry rubbed his head in embarrassment.

Although he didn't take the lead, he did often go to play with the kraken in the Black Lagoon with the boys for months.

He had just learned that Qiu Zhang had a crush on him.

Oh my god - what did he do!

Harry regretted it.

"Do Cho and Ginny have a good relationship?" He suddenly asked, "Maybe."

"Maybe what?" Hermione's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.

Harry's strong warning tone made Harry swallow.

"Apologize—yes—I'm going to apologize to both of them, Hermione—I'm just curious, it's a kraken, I've never seen it before, it's normal for a creature like this to attract the attention of wizards."

"Normal? You've been curious for three months. Hermione ruthlessly exposed Harry's lies.

"I" Harry's face froze, then he looked at Owen, and then he immediately had an idea, "It's Owen!" Owen asked me to bring those Krakens back to Hogwarts, and I just looked at the guilty, so what about him? ”

"Huh?" Hermione immediately turned her gaze and looked at Owen with a serious expression.

"Is that so?"

"That's right." Owen and Hermione looked at each other, then nodded, in straightforward acknowledgment. "I'm here to boost the Hogsmeade Village economy! If there is such a group of krakens in the Black Lake, it will definitely attract wizards from other places to come here for consumption. ”

“？？？” Harry looked at Owen in shock, wow—what a novel reason.

I almost thought you were the Minister of Magic.

"Really?" Hermione bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling.

"Oh my God." Owen screamed.

Then he turned his head and cupped her cheeks with both hands.

"Miss Granger, you don't think those Krakens are prettier than you, do you?"

The boy looked straight at her.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, but she pretended to be tough, "I don't think I'm prettier than them." ”

"But you seem to me to be much prettier than they are." Owen said affectionately, "I don't know the appearance, but the soul." ”

At this moment, Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden.

She became distracted, not knowing how to respond.

Maybe she shouldn't have responded.

Instead, he threw himself directly into his arms!

"That's it!" Ron pursed his lips, his eyes still on Susan, "You can show affection when no one is around."

Tell me about my sister! ”

"Okay!" Susan put down the spoon. "Michael's pursuit of Luna for a while after Christmas last year - unsuccessfully - in fact, I think Luna didn't react to that guy at all, she told Michael about the Minister of Magic's secret training of fire elf troops, scimitar-horned snoring beasts, and Michael thought she was a complete lunatic.

After that, he gave up pursuing Luna.

Later, he pursued Padma Patil, the Indian girl. ”

"We know that she is the younger sister of Parvati Patil, one of the prettiest girls in the grade." Ron said impatiently.

It was a twin sister, and the older sister Parvati Petyr had been placed in the same dormitory as Gryffindor and Hermione.

The younger sister, Padma Patil, went to Ravenclaw.

"In short, it didn't work out.

Padma Petyer's mind is simply not in this area for her.

After that, he ran to chase Qiu Zhang, but also failed. ”

"Hah! Ha! Ha! Ron exploded like a lit firecracker, "So that's a playboy brother, or a boy brother that no one wants!" ”

The more Ron thought about it, the more angry he became, "My sister is blind! ”

With that, he got up directly and sprinted out of the restaurant.

"Ron!" Susan screamed, but Ron, who was already full of thoughts about giving Michael Korna some color, didn't hear him.

"What's the big deal." Harry screamed, "That Michael Corner is a scumbag when he hears it, what's so bad about being beaten up by Ron." ”

"Nothing bad? Ginny has the power to choose her boyfriend, she can't always revolve around you, Harry! ”

Hermione, who was still shy, immediately became angry after listening to Harry's rightful tone.

She turned her head and looked at him gravely. "Michael Khna confessed to Ginny before, but then he was dumped by Ginny, and he was angry enough to pursue other girls."

"And—"

And Ginny managed to crawl out of Harry's quagmire, Hermione didn't really like that Michael Corner very much, but this was the first time she had maintained a relationship with other boys, and as a friend, she didn't want to see Ginny follow Harry all the time, staring at people stupidly.

It's like Harry was stupidly waiting for Cho Chang.

People and Cedric have such a good relationship, how could they break up!

"But what makes me curious." Owen looked at Susan to the side.

"Why do you know these things so clearly?"

As if remembering something, he asked, "I've heard that there has always been a secret society in the school that specializes in writing vulgar articles.

You are so powerful, do you know who is behind the scenes of that club? ”

"Next time."

It's the sound of a knife and fork rubbing against a plate.

Susan's expression froze instantly, but she quickly covered it up.

"What club, I don't know"

"Oh, you're the one behind the scenes, aren't you?" Owen said categorically, I really didn't expect that there was a traitor among them.

"I didn't—I'm not—don't talk nonsense." Susan immediately denied the triple.

"Humph!" Owen didn't continue to press, because when he saw Susan's reaction, he already knew it, and finally found a sign, and there was time to eradicate the root system in the future.

Then it's time for dinner.

Ron never came back.

After about half an hour, they got up and left.

Owen and Hermione go to the Literati Habitat Quill Shop,

Hermione bought a black and gold pheasant quill.

It should be a Christmas gift for whom.

Hogsmeade has changed dramatically, with many new shops opening.

The two of them had been choosing Christmas presents for a long time until it was dark.

Half-asleep, the two walked to the detached house with a yard.

But in the end they didn't get in.

It's not that Owen suddenly became a gentleman and resisted the temptation of the moon before the flowers.

There was really a stupid owl interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere between them.

He was already kissing Hermione on the cheek.

It is part of the old Hogsmeade village. Very few people came.

The courtyard is surrounded by high walls, which can also resist some of the views from above.

It's definitely a great place for a date.

If it weren't for the fact that the weather was too cold, I wore too much

He felt that the atmosphere was almost there.

Just as he hugged the little witch and was about to push open the door.

It was night, and the owl was hovering above him with its wings. He dropped a letter and landed on the eaves in front of their house.

"That stupid bird."

Owen was very annoyed, his eyes were spewing fire, and his head was already thinking about whether it would be burning or steaming.

He threw the letter on the ground.

Then he glanced at the name on the letter—and obediently squatted down again to pick it up.

Looking at Owen's angry expression, Hermione raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Few things annoyed him so much, and it was interrupted by this—she blushed and pulled out a bag of snacks from her pocket, which she had just bought at Weasley's alchemy.

Hermione pulled out a few pieces of dried beef from her package and handed them to the poor owl in front of her, who had been delivering the letter at night.

In the face of the little witch's kindness, the owl shows a very human nature.

It rubbed Hermione's palm before taking the jerky in its mouth, then flailing its wings and flying away contentedly.

"Whose letter is it?" Hermione tucked the package back into her pocket.

Then he naturally put his arm around the boy and leaned over.

"My grandfather!" Owen carefully read the letter in his hand.

He hasn't been contacted for a year since he left for North America just days before Christmas.

Even after the [Battle of the Poseidon], Owen did not receive his letter.

This makes Owen a little sad.

"Trouble"

The message in the letter was extremely brief.

Presumably, a large seabed ruin in the waters off Brazil has undergone a similar anomalous infection.

The Wizarding Congress of the United States and the Brazilian Ministry of Magic are jointly investigating, but wizards who have been injured and infected need medical attention.

Personnel have arrived in Paris.

I hope he will give him treatment and so on.

"What the hell - it's okay not to dig around!" Owen angrily pocketed the letter.

Relics of the South American seas – needless to say, certainly the Divine Tower.

At present, there are seven divine towers in the world, and in addition to the Italian one that has been resolved, there are six more.

It may not be that all six of these are sealed with part of the essence of the outer gods, but the unscrupulous excavation ghost knows what will be dug up! After all, thousands.

"Forget it, whatever. Isn't there America if something happens? It's a superpower, so it should be trivial to deal with an outer god. Owen underestimated.

Although the letter said about the infection.

But it should only be a preliminary infection.

Even if he was sent to Paris to be treated with Victor's invention, he was not needed at all.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione didn't hear Owen's whispering, she just sensed an inadvertent air of danger from the boy's suddenly furrowed brow.

"It's okay—" Owen waved his hand and put his backhand around her waist, "Well, you're lucky today." He blinked.

"But—"

He stroked her hair, his lips close to her cheek, paused slightly, and kissed her deeply.

The girl replied intoxicatedly, her lips pressed tightly to his, and her limbs wrapped tightly around his body, as if to put all the feelings into this kiss.

After a while, they loosened the gap.

Owen pressed against her forehead.

"Did I say I loved you?"

"You can say it again." The girl smiled sweetly.

"I love you."

The two hugged each other tightly and enjoyed this brief happiness.

I don't know when the snow fell in the sky.

Snowflakes fell on them and immediately turned into water.

They can't seem to stand the heat.

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The last day of the third week of December.

Early in the morning, Owen got out of his Hufflepuff bed.

Last night wasn't perfect, but it was still a lot of nostalgia.

Lift the futon. Magical plants overhead are wrapped around the copper stove and singing cheerful songs.

The bed curtain opens automatically.

Owen was in a good mood.

Then he was shocked by the letters all over the ground.

"What? Tomorrow is Christmas. ”

There is a thick carpet on the floor, and a moving Christmas tree is painted on the stall.

And then on this blanket, there was a layer of letters on the side of his bed.

Owen frowned.

I always feel that there will be some trouble coming to the door.

He snapped his fingers, and all the letters beside the bed floated, and then one by one came to his hand.

Owen picked up one.

"Hospital—"

The other, "Hospital—"

"It's still a hospital!"

The first few were reports from the hospital, and some patients were in deteriorating condition, hoping that he would be able to go back.

The next dozens - all thank-you letters from patients.

Tiannan Haibei.

In addition to this, there is a special one, because there is a strange badge on the letterhead, which is the school crest of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After tearing up the letter, it turned out to be sent by his grandmother.

Just one sentence for the whole process.

Let him come home for Christmas.

"What the hell?" Owen made it through and was sure it was his grandmother's note.

It's strange that his grandmother really changed sex?

Is she finally going to reconcile with herself?

After collecting the letter, Owen got up.

In the room, Justin and Earl's luggage had already been packed.

He hadn't seen Zachares Smith's salute, but probably only because he hadn't had time to clean it up.

After all, it won't be until the afternoon when Hogwarts is coming soon.

After a brief wash, Owen arrived in the break room wearing a simple brown cardigan.

Because of Christmas, the entire common room has also been renovated.

The carpet is washed, and it is fluffy to step on.

Overhead, the ceiling is covered with colorful flowers. They sing Christmas tunes to their heart's content.

Countless candles floated in mid-air, and sunlight shone through the boxy skylight overhead.

Floating buckets were watering the flowers around the windows.

"Are you all going home for Christmas?"

In front of the fireplace, Hannah and the others sat in the nearest seats, talking against the fire.

Owen walked around the huge Christmas tree in the center of the room to the fireplace.

"I'm going back." Justin was the first to speak, and then said rather helplessly, "I invited Susan to my house, ahem - my mother likes magical girls. She kept nagging me to invite the witch home—"

In fact, what his mother wanted to see most was Hermione.

"Hannah, what about you?" Owen looked at Hannah again.

"My mom is not in good health, she hasn't recovered from my aunt's incident, and I'm going home to take care of her." Hannah looked up, the orange light on her body still not hiding the sadness on her face.

"What's wrong? What disease? Owen asked.

"It's not sick either. It's a malaise. Hannah added.

"Hmm-" Hearing this, Owen probably had a guess in his heart.

It should be depressed, after all, I saw my own sister die in front of me

There's no cure for him.

Or simply forget the spell to make her forget that past?

No, no, in this case, the company of the family is more important.

"What about you?"

"I'm not going home." Ernie spoke. "But I'm going to the United States."

"What about you?" Hannah looked at Owen, "Do you have any plans for Christmas?" ”

They all know that Owen spends Christmas at Hogwarts every Christmas.

He lives alone.

Lived in an orphanage before meeting Grindelwald.

"My grandmother told me to come home." He found an armchair and sat down.

"Huh?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"There? France? ”

"Hmm."

"Wow, isn't that a trip to Paris?" The other little wizards were in high spirits.

"Hannah, are you going? You can take your mom with you and take a break, which may improve her condition. Owen began.

Hannah looked hesitant, she frowned, then muttered for a moment, "I don't know, I don't know if she's going to go out for a walk." ”

"Well—" Owen thought she could go back and ask, and send him a letter.

However, considering the speed of international mail, by the time he received the letter, half of the holiday would have passed.

Hannah's house doesn't have a phone again. Instant messaging is not possible.

But- it seems that Hermione's fake gold galleon can do instant communication, but only very simple communication, and if someone contacts, Garon will get hot.

That's a good idea.

With this in mind, Owen told Hannah what he thought.

She nodded, indicating that she would discuss it with her mother when she got home.

If she agrees, she will inform him with a fake Galleon, which should be the badge now, and she will not contact his mother if she is reluctant to go out.

After the agreement. After chatting for a while, they got up and went to the auditorium.

Today's auditorium has long since been renovated.

A huge Christmas tree sits under the guest of honor.

Magic stars fall from the ceiling.

Ribbons are hung on the doors and on the surrounding walls, and they look joyful.

Owen sat at the long Hufflepuff table eating.

It wasn't long before they saw Harry and the others walk in.

"What's wrong with him?" Justin was sharp-eyed to see that Harry seemed to be in a bad state today.

Owen looked over as well.

He saw Harry arguing with Ron Hermione about something.

With horror and anger on his face, his eyebrows were twisted together.

Seeing this, Owen suddenly had a hint of foreboding.

He didn't say much, just got up and walked over to the Gryffindor bench.

"Hi Owen, Merry Christmas." Ron greeted him.

He looked triumphant, probably because he messed up his sister's date yesterday.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Owen asked.

"He was frightened by a dream." Hermione said lazily.

"That's not a dream!" Harry shouted angrily. "I saw it, like I was next to it. Damn - Professor Dumbledore wasn't at school, Professor McGonagall said she was contacting him afterwards.

But then it was too late—why didn't you understand. ”

"Okay Harry, what do you see?" Owen guessed that Harry must have been connected to Voldemort's soul network

Speaking of which, since the third year - the High Priestess used other people's souls to replenish Voldemort's soul - although our Tom senior has ceased to be himself, Harry has not been in Voldemort's consciousness since then - the last time Voldemort was resurrected in front of them on top of Azkabanta, Harry's scar hurt.

This time, he was connected to Voldemort's consciousness again for no reason?

Could it be that sixteen-year-old Tom has come back to life?

So it had a big impact on Harry?

(End of chapter)