Chapter 930

"What have I done to Harry?" Hermione said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, no, no, or I'll kill him..." Fanlin said helplessly.

"Just you?" Hermione said scornfully, but then changed her expression of worry.

"What about Harry?"

What about Harry? Van Lim has asked this question many times. In any aspect, because of his intervention, Harry will always change.

However, Harry likes autumn now. There is no doubt that it was written on Harry's face, perhaps for the first time. He didn't know how to make girls happy.

However, autumn is so obvious, you don't care about anything, just go straight up What about

"Autumn!" Harry called in the back, but the door was closed and there was a crisp jingle.

There was silence in the teahouse. Every pair of eyes looked at Harry.

He threw a kingaron on the table, brushed off the pink scraps of paper from his hair, and followed Qiu out of the door.

It was raining hard and she was gone. And he didn't understand what happened. Half an hour ago, they were very happy.

"Woman!" Harry muttered angrily, hobbling down the rain washed street, hands in his pockets. "Why does she talk about Cedric? Why is she always looking for a topic that makes her behave abnormally

"Are you sure the rain won't go away?" Asked Hermione.

"Well, I made it just now, but it's really raining now. Maybe Harry will like it. We don't have to walk there anyway." Vaseline said nothing, then threw a jingarong on the table, looked at Harry's running back, two people quickly disappeared in place.

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Harry turned to the right and ran. The rain splashed on him. A few minutes later, he came to the door of the three brooms. He knew he was too early, but he thought maybe there was someone here to let him pass the extra time. He flicked his hair over his eyes and looked around.

Hagrid was sitting alone in the corner, looking very depressed.

"Hi, Hagrid!" Cried he, pressing through the middle of the table, pulling a chair and sitting down beside Hagrid. Hagrid jumped up and glared at Harry from above as if he didn't know him.

Harry saw two new cuts and bruises on his face.

"Oh, yes, Harry," Hagrid said. "How are you?"

"Fine," Harry lied, but in front of Hagrid, who was injured and sad, he felt he had nothing to complain about. "Er - are you ok?"

"Me?" Hagrid said, "Oh, sure, I'm fine, Harry, fine." He stares at his beer glass, which is more like a barrel, and sighs. Harry didn't know what to tell him. They sat side by side, silent for a moment, and then Hagrid suddenly said, "we're in the same boat, you and I, right?"

"Er -" said Harry. "Yes, I said, two hopeless people, like," Hagrid said, nodding wisely.

"Two orphans, yes, two orphans." He took a gulp of beer.

"The difference is, is it from a decent family," he said, "my dad is decent, your mom and dad are decent. If they were alive, life would be totally different, eh? "

"Yes, I think," Harry replied cautiously. Hagrid was in a strange mood.

"Family," Hagrid said dejectedly, "whatever you say, lineage is important." He wiped a tear from his eyes.

"Hagrid," said Harry, unable to interrupt him, "where did you get these injuries?"

"Eh?" Hagrid was startled. "What injury?"

"These!" Harry pointed to his face. "Oh, it's just a normal bruise, Harry," Hagrid said indifferently. "I took a difficult job."

He finished his beer, put the glass back on the table and stood up.

"See you later, Harry. Be careful." He walked out of the bar in a loud voice. He looked pathetic and disappeared in the rain. Harry looked at him and felt terrible.

Hagrid didn't seem to accept anything, and he didn't seem happy to accept anything. What is going on? Before Harry could think further, he heard a voice calling his name.

"Harry, Harry, here it is!" Said Hermione in a loud voice.

Hermione waved to him on the other side of the room. Harry stood up and walked across the crowded bar towards her. Just a few tables away, he found that Hermione was not just with van Lin.

Sitting with Hermione, Harry's two most unlikely companions: Luna and Rita Skeeter, former reporter for the Daily Prophet and one of Hermione's least favorite people in the world.

"You're early!" Said Hermione, and moved aside to let him sit down.

"I think you'll be with Chou for at least an hour.""Oh, well, why didn't I see you when I first came here?" Harry asked.

"Oh, Fanling and I Just back, we went out. " Hermione said, let's look at Van Lin awkwardly.

The two of them just showed up here, a second before Harry came.

"Well, I mean Fanlin looked at Rita. She was a smart woman.

"Autumn?" Rita looked at one of the girls eagerly, twisting on a stool

She grabbed her alligator bag and fumbled in it.

"Even if Harry is with a hundred girls, it doesn't matter to you," Hermione told Rita coldly. "Now you can start."

Rita has just taken out a green quill pen from her bag. It seems that she has been forced to swallow the stinky water, and suddenly opens the bag.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. He sat down and looked at Rita, Luna, Hermione and vaseline in turn.

Rita took a big sip of her drink and then looked at Vaseline as if asking for instructions. "I think I can talk to him?"

"Yes," said Hermione coldly. Obviously, life is not good for Rita now. Her hair, which had been carefully curled and permed, is now scattered around her face. The scarlet color on her fingernails is incomplete, and some fake gemstones on her glasses are missing.

She took another gulp of her drink and squeezed out a sentence from the corner of her mouth: "is that a pretty girl, Harry?"

"One more word about Harry's private life will undermine our deals and commitments." Said Hermione irritably. Rita asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You didn't mention a deal, my dear lady. You just asked me to come here. Oh, one day, "she took a deep breath, trembling.

"Yes, yes, one day you will write more tragic stories about us and Harry," Hermione said coldly. "If anyone cares, why don't you?"

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