Chapter 928

I have to admit, this made Harry have a doubt, but also in a bad direction.

Now, Harry's scar pain almost does not stop, when he is worried or happy because of what happened to him, his scar will be particularly painful.

It gave Harry a terrible feeling that he was slowly becoming the antenna of Voldemort's mood swings, and he could be sure that the growing situation began with the first brain sealing class with Snape.

To make matters worse, he dreamed almost every night that he ran across the corridor leading to the Department of mysteries when he stood in front of the dark gate.

"Maybe it's like a disease," said Hermione, listening attentively as Harry told her. "Like a fever or something. It's going to get worse before we recover. "

"It's getting worse with Snape," Harry said feebly. "The scar hurt so much that I was tired of running across that corridor every night." He rubbed his forehead angrily. "I just hope that the door will open and I won't stand there staring at him -"

"that's not interesting," said Fanlin helplessly. "In fact, Dumbledore doesn't want you to dream about that hallway at all, or he won't let Professor Snape teach you how to close your brain. It's hard, but Harry, it's very important to you

"I'm learning!" Harry said, a little annoyed. "You are going to have a try Snape's heart is set on getting into your head - it's not a joke, you know! "

"Maybe," said Ron slowly.

"Maybe what?" Hermione asked impatiently.

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

All of a sudden, van Lin's heart missed a beat, Ron realized what?

"What do you mean?" Asked Hermione.

"Maybe Snape didn't really want to help Harry." Everyone was staring at him. Ron looked at both of them with a somber face. "Maybe," he added, in a low voice, "what he really wanted to do was open Harry's brain a little bit more, so that the mystery man could easily..."

"Shut up, Ron," said Hermione, with some anger, "how many times have you doubted Snape? How many times was it right? Dumbledore believes in him, and he works for the order of the Phoenix, which is enough to say

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

"Dumbledore believes in him," Hermione repeated. "If we can't believe Dumbledore, nobody can."

This greatly relieved van Lin. He thought Ron was aware of something. In fact, Ron was not stupid. When he really thought about it

However, it must be admitted that this kind of situation is too few for Ron.

Because there are so many things to worry about and so many things to do Fifth graders have so much homework that they often have to do it in the middle of the night, secret meetings with D.A., general wizard level tests, and, for Harry, Snape's regular courses

No one noticed that January passed so quickly.

Before everyone realized it, February arrived with warm, humid weather and news of a second visit to Hogsmeade.

In fact, Harry had little time to talk to Qiu since he invited her to the village. Now he suddenly found that he was going to spend a whole day with her on Valentine's day, but he didn't know what to do

On February 14, Harry was very careful when he dressed.

He and Ron went to breakfast when the owl arrived. Hedwig wasn't in there Harry thought she would come But Hermione received a letter from a strange brown owl.

"Almost no time! If you don't come today. " She said, tearing open the letter eagerly and drawing out a small roll of parchment. Her eyes moved from left to right, and a happy expression appeared on her face.

"Listen, Harry," she said, looking up at him, "it's very important. Can you meet me at Three Broomsticks this afternoon? "

"Well, I don't know," Harry said uncertainly. "Cho may wish I could spend the whole day with her. We haven't discussed what to do."

"If so, you can bring her along," said Hermione eagerly, "but are you coming?"

"Well, well, why?"

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

"And you, van Lin, don't eat any more, you should hurry up..."

When van Lin put down the things in his hand in a hurry, he also secretly took away some bread slices with magic. Hermione's excitement was written on her face. However, van Lin didn't think there was anything to be excited about Rita.So busy that he almost forgot Rita.

"Don't worry, today's appointment, I will help you..." With that, van Lin didn't forget to give Harry a look you know.

"Are you going?" Harry asked Ron as they left, but he shook his head gloomily. "I couldn't have gone to Hogsmeade. Angelina asked us to train all day, as if it would help. We were the worst team I've ever seen. You should go and see slope and Colin. It's pathetic. It's worse than me

With that, Ron sighed heavily. "I don't understand why Angelina didn't let me quit."

"Because you're great when you're playing well, that's why," Harry said grumpily.

He found it difficult for him to sympathize with Ron's condition, especially when he was willing to give up almost everything in order to compete in the upcoming match against huffpaff. Ron seemed to notice Harry's tone. He didn't mention Quidditch for the rest of the breakfast, and when they parted, the tone of their brief goodbye was a little cold.

Ron went to Quidditch stadium, and Harry, after using a teaspoon as a mirror to smooth his hair, went to the hallway alone to meet Chou Chang, worrying and wondering what they would say.

She was waiting for him by the oak door. She had a long braid and looked very beautiful. As Harry walked towards her, he felt as if his feet couldn't move, and he was afraid to find his arm dangling around him foolishly.

"Hi," Qiu was a little out of breath.

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

"Oh, yes." They joined the waiting line. Filch was taking notes one by one. Their eyes met occasionally, then they looked at each other and laughed at each other, but no one spoke.

As they went out for the fresh air, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and found that it was better to walk in silence than to stand stupidly.

It's fresh and breezy outside. As they passed the Quidditch stadium, Harry saw Ron and Ginny flying by the rack. He felt terrible. If only he could train with them.

"Are you really not allowed to participate?" Qiu asked. Harry turned his head and found her looking at him.

"Yes," Harry sighed, "no more."

"Remember the first time we fought, in the third grade?" She asked.

"Yes," Harry laughed. "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 great, isn't it

They talked about the world cup all the way out of the door. Harry couldn't believe he could talk to her so easily - in fact, it was no more difficult than talking to Ron and Hermione - and he began to be happy and feel much more confident.

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

"Potter and Zhang!" "Ah, Zhang, I think you have something wrong with your taste. At least Digory is more beautiful!"

Harry and the girls screamed in silence as they walked past. Harry couldn't talk about Quidditch any more, and Qiu, blushing slightly, looked at his feet.

"So, where do you want to go?" When they entered Hogsmeade, Harry asked Cho. The street was full of students walking around, looking at the shop window glass, the road was very chaotic.

"Oh, I don't care," Qiu shrugged. "Shall we go to the store or somewhere else?"

Go ahead. There is a huge notice posted on the glass outside. Some people in the village are looking at it. As Harry and Cho walked past, they parted and Harry found that he had seen pictures of the ten death eaters who had escaped from prison. This notice, "order of the Ministry of magic," offers a reward of 1000 garonnes for any wizard who can provide clues to a jailbreak.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Qiu said in a low voice, looking at the Death Eater in the picture. "Remember when Sirius Black ran away, Hogsmeade was full of Dementors searching for him? But now ten Death Eaters are gone, and there is no Dementor here. "

"Yes," Harry looked away from Bellatrix's face and looked down the street. "Yes, it's a bit incredible."

He was not sorry that Dementors were not around, but what he was thinking now was what their absence meant. They not only let the Death Eaters escape, but also refused to search for them. It seems that they are very likely out of the control of the Ministry of magic.

Pictures of the ten death eaters were pasted on the windows of every shop. As Harry and autumn passed the honey Duke candy store, it began to rain. The big raindrops hit Harry's face and neck.

"Well, would you like a cup of coffee?" Autumn asked tentatively, the rain began to fall more and more. "OK," Harry looked around. "Where is it?""Oh, there's a good place. Have you been to the teahouse of Madame padev's teahouse?" Cho said happily, taking him to a side road and into a small teahouse, which Harry had never noticed. It was a small, steamy place, and everything was decorated, which reminded Harry of Umbridge's office.

……

"What are you doing?" Hermione looked at Van Lin in silence.

"I think it's a little dry here." Van Lin stood up and watched Harry enter Mrs. padev's teahouse. When Harry turned around, he quickly hid away, which made Hermione feel a little headache.

"Oh, I said, Fanlin..."

"Hey, don't think so," said Vaseline, putting his hand on Hermione's back. "Didn't the two of them go in?"

"So, did you teach Harry?"

"What?"

"How to communicate." Hermione said something bad, "what's more sensitive, what can't be said..."

"Er..." Vaseline thought carefully, "Harry should have some points in his mind, or we'll go and watch it, and then I'll take your phantom back to three brooms?"

……

"It's lovely, isn't it?" Qiu asked happily.

"Well, yes." Harry lied that, in fact, he couldn't see what it looked like. It always reminded her of Umbridge, who destroyed a color scheme alone.

"You see, it's specially decorated for Valentine's Day!" Qiu said, pointing to some golden cherubs. They were hovering over each small round table, throwing pink scraps of paper to the people below from time to time.

"Ah -" they sat down at an empty table, next to the steamy glass. Roger. Davis, captain of Ravenclaw's Quidditch, sat at a table a foot and a half away, next to a beautiful blonde, holding each other's hands.

This picture made Harry a little uncomfortable, especially when he looked around and found that there were all couples holding hands. Maybe Qiu wants him to hold her hand.

"What do you want, dear?" Asked Madame padeve, who was a very stout, stout woman, with shining black hair, struggling to squeeze between their and Roger's tables.

"Two coffees, thank you," Qiu said. Before coffee arrived, Roger Davis and his girlfriend began kissing over their sugar cans. Harry really hoped that they would not do this. He felt that Davis was setting an example. Maybe Qiu would ask him to do it later. However, he had some expectations. Fanlin was right. Maybe Qiu could become

Harry felt his face burning and tried to turn his eyes out of the window, but there was so much moisture on the window that he couldn't see the street clearly. In order not to see autumn, he looked at the ceiling as if he wanted to check the paint on it. As a result, the swirling Angel scattered scraps of paper all over his face.

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

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