Chapter 275： Show up

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Hogwarts is not just Valentine's Day, at least the professors don't mention it very much, and the homework left yesterday Friday will not miss a point. But for the little wizard, this is a very important festival.

"Think about it, just one day a year, the girls put on beautiful clothes and wait for someone's invitation affectionately..."

Wake up early in the morning, Harry walked out of the dormitory listlessly and saw the Weasley twins selling a couple mirror with a tall boy with freckles.

"...We currently have two styles. If you think the heart shape is a passion and it's not suitable for you, you can try the rectangular one. We can match some little Eros decorations."

"But...I don't have anyone to give away." The freckled-faced boy said hesitantly.

"Opportunity waits for no one! Buy our products, go back and change into a formal dress, and take advantage of the morning's time to send out an invitation—" Fred said in a seductive tone.

George acted on the side, he put his right hand on his chest and bowed affectionately, "Madam, can I invite you for a walk?"

The boys happily bought their products.

Harry gave the twins a thumbs up, and the twins returned a big smile.

"Will anyone buy it?"

"Valentine's Day represents a sweet love, just like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain, even people who didn't plan to buy will be heartbroken..."

Harry walked over to Hermione, glad to see her as usual. She was correcting a thick stack of papers. He glanced at it and found out with a guilty conscience that it turned out to be an ancient magic text test paper for the third grade. The corrected paper had a different appeal. The first one was Dean’s. With six errors, Harry secretly guessed how many red circles his paper would have.

He reached out and flipped, Hermione slapped his hand, "Don't mess it up, this is my work this morning."

It didn't take long for Ron to walk out, one of his trousers entangled in a sock, and when Harry pointed this out, he yawned and fiddled with his trousers.

"Are there any activities?" he asked.

"We asked Neville and the others to go to the Black Lake to read. Remember, these are one of the few things we can do." Harry said. At first, Professor McGonagall seemed to want to trap him in the castle to get moldy. After he fought **** reason, some places outside the castle were reluctantly opened to him.

For example, the Black Lake is a good place. It backs to the castle and has a sweeping view of the surrounding area. Black would only appear in this place if he can't even think about it.

"Just right," Ron rallied: "I can try the newly learned imprisonment spell again. The duel match is about to begin, and I don't want to take a round trip."

Due to the large number of applicants, the duel match has been changed to the second day of the weekend, which will start at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, and it will take place all day.

Harry said truthfully: "You're pretty good in the duel group." At least, Ron is the third person to learn this spell after him and Hermione, although the price is high.

The little jar of bruise he had received from Madam Pomfrey had bottomed out.

Ron's interest became obvious. In the next period of time, he began to talk about his own experience of learning this spell: "As Professor Haipu said, you must understand this spell. How do you understand? I personally think that you have to know magic in your own body. It makes you feel..."

Ginny and Neville came out soon. At this time, Hermione also quickly corrected the last test paper. She glanced at the time: "Let's go."

Coming out of the lounge, they were surprised to find that there were already some people in the corridor, and couples were walking around holding hands generously. And near every boy or girl with tangled eyes, there is a favorite person in his (her) line of sight.

They passed by a group of second-year girls, and the wind blew their conversation over, "Do you think...Professor...My card?"

"What are they thinking in their heads?" Ron said incredulously.

Hermione understood: "Maybe they just want to send a holiday blessing..."

They waited for a few minutes at the gate of the castle, Luna appeared bounced, she took Ginny's hand, "It's right to get out of the castle, so you can avoid the hooks in the mistletoe."

"Hook...what?" Ron asked.

"Hook, it can make people feel distraught and have a bad mind..."

"That explains why witches like to kiss under the mistletoe." Ron teased. Harry wanted to laugh, but Ginny and Hermione stared at him.

There were little wizards sitting in twos and threes on the grass and under the shade of the black lake. They picked an open space and enjoyed a leisurely time. Until the third girl handed Harry a card with the encouragement of a friend, Ron said sourly: "Why don't you accept their invitation."

Harry felt a little hot on his face, and he said stammically, "I, uh... because of..."

Luna said cheerfully: "Do you have someone you like?"

As soon as they finished speaking, Ron and Ginny stared at Harry's face immediately, as if they were about to see a flower. Harry shouted angrily: "No--"

Luna stared at him with a surprised expression.

"You scared her," Hermione said sternly, and Ron defended Harry. "Luna usually does that, isn't she?"

Luna said in a daze, "I think she was not talking about me." She pointed to a weeping willow by the lake in the distance, and everyone looked in the direction of her fingers.

Ron squinted. "It seems to be a boy." He looked at Harry meaningfully.

Harry said embarrassedly: "Maybe it's because of the cry I just...just..."

However, after ten minutes, the boy still stared here, even Harry felt it, he was uncomfortable.

Hermione stood up. "Why don't we ask him, maybe he has something important." She walked to the willow tree and talked silently, pointing Harry in the middle.

After a while, Hermione came back, looking at them inexplicably: "He wouldn't say a word."

Ron laughed. "Only let Harry go."

Harry got up from the grass and shrugged. "It's definitely not what you think. Wait. I guess it might be about the duel self-study group?"

He walked over and almost saw the boy's appearance. He should be a first-year freshman, wearing loose old robes, and the fabrics on the corners are flying.

All this reminded him of Ron. Harry smiled and wondered how he should make his tone both tact and firm if this boy is really his admirer. A Colin Creevey is enough to give him a headache. Of it.

Sixty feet, fifty feet, the guy opposite looked at Harry in surprise, and opened his mouth to say something.

"Om~ Om~"

Harry's pockets began to vibrate, and then a harsh buzzing sounded abruptly, loud enough to be heard by the edge of a black lake.

Harry's smile froze, and time seemed to slow down suddenly. He could see every change in the expression on the boy's face, even deliberately guessing whether he was the same.

But in the next second, he realized a fact-the looking glass! The sight glass rang!

"It's Sirius Black, run!" Harry yelled out, and he leaned to the side agilely, reached out his hand and pulled out his wand, a red light flew out in the blink of an eye.

But the spell hit the willow tree, the boy, no, Sirius Black also drew a magic wand, blocked the oncoming thick rope, turned and ran.

Harry didn't want to chase after him, the sharp buzzing made him unable to hear the sound around him, his heartbeat accelerated, and he kept chasing Blake.

"Harry, don't take risks!"

Percy hugged him in a panic, holding the peanut flakes in one hand, and Harry struggled hard, "Let go—let me—catch—he—"

His gaze kept staring at Black going away, and the surrounding students watched all this blanklyRon, Hermione, Neville, and Ginny ran over, "Harry, oh—that’s , Is that?" Hermione yelled breathlessly, trying to silence the beep.

"It's Sirius Black!" Harry didn't hear him clearly, he yelled.

Neville asked blankly: "What are you talking about?"

"Whoo!"

Everyone saw Professor Haipu descend from the sky, the broomstick flashed away, his wand pointed towards Harry, and the buzzing sound disappeared.

"Professor-Sirius Black, here he is!"

"Pretending to be a student, it's a compound decoction—"

"He still has a wand in his hand!"

Felix said calmly: "In which direction did he run?"

Harry hurriedly pointed in a direction, and he suddenly realized that it was impossible to Apparate near Hogwarts. It was Hermione who told him, which meant that there was still a chance!