Chapter 724
At Christmas, everyone has their own activities, but Harry does not.
Hermione is going skiing with her parents. Ron finds it very interesting. He has never heard of muggle tying wooden slats to his feet and sliding down the mountain.
Ron was going back to The Burrow himself. Harry was jealous for several days, until he asked Ron how he planned to go home for Christmas. Ron said, "You go too! Didn't I tell you? Mother? I wrote to you a week ago and asked me to invite you!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry’s heart flew: It’s great to spend Christmas at The Burrow, but Harry feels a little guilty not to be with Sirius Celebrate the holidays together.
He also wondered if he could persuade Mrs. Weasley to invite his godfather, but he not only suspected that Dumbledore would not let Sirius leave Grimmauld Place, but also deeply felt that Mrs. Weasley might not welcome him, she and him There is always discord.
Sirius has not contacted Harry since the last time he disappeared from the fire. Although Harry knew that trying to contact under Umbridge's watch was unwise, he didn't want to think that Sirius would be alone with his mother. In his old house, maybe he would lonely open a firecracker with Kreacher.
He probably didn’t know that Sirius would go to see his new wife regularly now everyday all. The version Jon heard was to maintain a relationship with his wife, and Dumbledore said it was Phineas giving Sirius to In a hurry, he wants to give birth to a child eagerly.
But it should not be said, it is a good thing that things have developed to this stage.
After the last gathering before the Christmas holiday, it was obvious that something happened.
Because this time Harry returned to the common room of Gryffindor very late. It was almost half an hour after the others left. Ron and Hermione sat in the best position in front of the fireplace High Level because everyone else Having gone back to sleep, Hermione was writing a very long letter, almost half a volume of parchment, while Ron was lying on the carpet in front of the building trying to complete the transfiguration homework.
"What's tripping you up?"
Ron glanced at Harry, who fell into the armchair next to Hermione.
Harry did not answer his question because he was immersed in shock. He somewhat wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had happened, but he wanted to take it to the grave and never say it.
"Harry?"
Hermione looked up from the tip of the pen. Harry's behavior was indeed very unusual and worth noting.
Harry shrugged, who was called by her, was obviously absent-minded, because he actually didn't know if he was good or bad.
When he didn't know whether to say it or not, Hermione seemed to have clearly understood everything.
"Is it autumn?"
She said calmly: "She blocked you after the meeting?"
Hermione hides her gaze from The notebook under the sheepskin scroll was pulled back, sorted out the things mentioned above, and then asked. This notebook is like a universal house. Any question can be answered, and every time it will be very difficult. Correct answer.
If it is not clear that Jon is not in the school now, Hermione will feel that he is monitoring them.
And back to now.
Harry was a little surprised when he heard Hermione's question, but he hesitated and clicked nodded.
Ron chuckled.
"What does she want to do?"
Pricked by Hermione's gaze, Ron hurriedly pretended to ask casually.
"She..." Harry got stuck because he didn't know how to tell his friends these things: "She...is...she..."
Hermione I really couldn't stand his gritty tone, and asked directly, simply and simply: "Did you kiss?"
Ron sat up quickly.
He touched the ink bottle and gu lu lu rolled on the carpet. He didn't care at all, just staring at Harry eagerly.
"Have you picked it up?"
This kind of gossip, terrible expression, looks very strange.
Harry clicked nodded.
Ron said a few more excitedly, but Harry didn't look very interested.
"She is crying..."
"Are you so bad at kissing?"
"I don't know, maybe it is."
"Of course not."
Hermione has turned her attention back to her letter and said casually.
When Ron heard her, he turned his head and asked: "How do you know?"
"Because Qiu has been crying for half of the time, crying during eating and going to the bathroom I cry too, I cry everywhere."
"You think a little kiss will make her happy."
Ron opened his mouth and smiled.
But Hermione is obviously not as happy as him.
"Ron, you are the most asshole I have unfortunately encountered."
"What does this mean? Who would cry when someone kissed her?"
"Yes,"
Harry was a little desperate: "Who would?"
Hermione looked at them both with an almost compassionate expression .
She sighed and put down the pen in her hand.
“Obviously, she is very sad because of Cedric's death.
At the same time, I think she is a little confused because she used to like Cedric and now she likes Harry. She doesn’t know the end. Whom she likes the most.
At the same time, she feels guilty and feels that kissing Harry is a blasphemy against Cedric.
She is also worried about what others will say if she and Harry are good. Moreover, she may still be confused about her feelings for Harry, because Harry was on the court when Cedric died. So all this is very contradictory and painful.
Oh, by the way, she is also afraid of being kicked out of the Ravenclaw Quiddich team. , Because she flies so badly these days."
She was stunned by what she said. Then Ron said: "A person can't have so many emotions at the same time, it will explode."
"You only have a teaspoonful of emotions, and it doesn't mean that everyone is like this." Hermione sarcastically said again. Picked up her pen.
"She took the initiative, I didn’t want to—she leaned over, and then lay on me crying—I don’t know what to do—"
"I can’t blame you, Dude." Ron said, seeming to be frightened.
"You have to be gentle with her." Hermione raised her eyes worriedly and said, "Did you have any?"
"Well," Harry felt a little uncomfortable: "I seem ——Patted her back."
Hermione seemed to have taken a lot of effort to resist not rolling her eyes.
"I don't think this is the worst." She said, "Are you going to see her again?"
"I have to see, don't I?" Harry said: "There is a meeting."
"You know what I mean." Hermione said impatiently.
Harry was silent.
Hermione's words showed scenes of terrifying prospects. He tried to imagine going out with Qiu—perhaps to the village of Hogsmeade and spend a few hours alone with her.
After that happened just now, of course she would expect him to ask her out... This thought made his stomach squeeze painfully.