[HPDH] Glass color

Diary restored the scene to the gothic corridor yesterday. The endless flow of people and noisy sounds made the world come alive again.

Harry felt like he didn't understand what was going on, and he was pushed into the crowd by Diary.

Harry was a little at a loss, he swayed from side to side to avoid the crowd who might have physical contact with him, and kept saying "Sorry, sorry...".Then, Harry suddenly realized that he was in a world of diaries, and these were just images, and he glared annoyedly at Diary who was watching his jokes away from the crowd.

Then, Harry was inexplicably knocked over by a student.Harry sat on the ground in disbelief, a little dazed.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione's voice, to be precise, Hermione's voice, which was much younger, came from above Harry's head. Harry raised his head, looking at the slightly shaggy curly-haired man in shock. The girl was looking at herself on the ground with a puzzled expression. The girl was holding a thick book in her hand, and she looked at Harry with concern.

Harry shook his head, not knowing what to say, he could only follow his feeling and deal with it casually: "I'm fine, Hermione, where are you going?"

Hermione seemed even more confused, "Of course it's the library, remember? Nick Flamel?" Hermione said the last name to Harry in a very small voice.

Harry was too shocked to utter a complete sentence, Merlin, has time flown back?He actually went back to his first grade.

Harry was still sitting there with an unbelievable expression on his face, but Hermione had already run away with the heavy book in his arms, the crowd gradually became thinner, and Harry guessed that they all went to class.It's class time, so what am I doing here?Harry was a little puzzled. His hands were propped on the cold floor, and he was in a daze, stupid.

Then, a slender but somewhat pale hand stretched from the top of Harry's head to Harry's eyes.Harry looked up, and he saw Diary, wearing a Slytherin scarf and a Slytherin badge embroidered on the chest of his robes, looking at him with a smirk.

Diary didn't take back his hand, his expression was very strange, as if he had changed.He was very impatient, but there was also a trace of imperceptible tension.

Harry stretched out his hand naturally, he didn't even know why he did it, he felt so stupid.

"Are you okay?" Diary's voice changed into a different tone, slow and attractive, and every word and every movement of him seemed to be showing a kind of extreme arrogance.His delicate chin raised slightly, the impatience and anxiety in his eyes, the hand he pulled Harry up and then quickly pulled away, all these told Harry that he was not liked.

Harry was a little dazed, and then he realized that Diary was playing someone else at this moment, a Slytherin whom Harry was absolutely familiar with but suddenly couldn't remember at the moment.

So Harry decided to go with the script, saying, "I'm fine." After a brief pause, he added, "Thanks."

Diary raised his eyebrows and raised the corner of his right lip in a sarcastic arc.Then when he was about to say something, he seemed to hold back with all his might.He didn't look at Harry again, but stood stubbornly on the spot, then cleared his throat, "Since...Your Excellency has nothing to do, then, I will..."

"Thank you very much." Harry smiled sincerely, he didn't know why he did it, but he just thought he should.

Diary seemed taken aback, and then—albeit slowly—a smile finally formed on his face, surprising the sun.His eyes wandered, he first looked at the green field outside the glass window, then raised his head and looked at the blue sky.Finally, as if mustering the utmost courage, he weighed his words, "Hi, Harry, it's a nice day, huh?"

Harry was a little dazed, as if someone had hit his head with a stick, and he always seemed to easily forget how to say sentences or words from his mouth.

Afterwards, Harry found out that Diary had turned back into Diary again, which was an odd statement, and Harry bit his tongue secretly.He looked suspiciously at Diary who was waiting for him to ask a question, and said, "Is this what my ex wanted to say?"

"It seems that you are not hopeless." Diary's face was slightly joyful, but most of it was still joking. He stood in front of Harry and looked at Harry with extremely solemn eyes, " It's not for me to say that, but, Harry, you're so unfair sometimes."

Harry shook his head, he couldn't understand.

Diary sighed softly, and he tapped Harry's forehead, "Did you know that during the whole school year, when you were busy building friendships with your Gryffindor friends, there was once such a person who was waiting here , waiting for a chance to meet you?

He gets nervous the moment you emerge from the crowd at the far end of the hallway, straightens his collar over and over again, says 'hello' over and over, exercises his smile, trying to look friendly.Then you walked past his eyes, his clenched hands slammed vertically against the wall, causing the wall to moan/groan, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to take that step, and then he watched you walking towards the auditorium , he can only comfort himself, tomorrow, tomorrow he will definitely speak.

Harry, why did you notice Ron and Hermione so easily, but didn't want to take another look at the corner? "You can easily forgive Ron's jealousy, but you can't forgive... some people's faux pas before entering school.

Harry was completely frightened by Diary's words. He was shocked and unbelievable. Who, a boy, a Slytherin boy, would stand guard in the hallway on the first floor just to say hello to him? , a whole school year?It made him feel unbelievable.

Harry thought of the Gryffindor freshman who adored him in his second year - Colin Creevey (died in the Battle of Hogwarts), who loved photography and was always like an all-pervasive stalker Appears around Harry.I can "chance encounter" with Harry in the corridor six or seven times a day, and I am keen to say "Hello" to Harry and get Harry's answer.

"Does he want to be my friend?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Yes, he does want to have sex with you," Diary stifled a laugh, pausing for a moment before finishing, "Friend."

Harry's heart was full of mixed feelings now, and he felt that he was getting sentimental.Like a girl, Harry? Savior? Miss Potter.That wasn't such a good idea, Harry shuddered.

Harry was delighted that he was able to find out what he missed at school, it was like he had found some treasure, and he was glad that someone wanted to be close to him not because he was the "Boy Who Lived"; but ha Li was lost at the same time, because of his stupidity and mistakes, he wanted to make up for it, but he couldn't do it. Such a sense of powerlessness is very annoying.

Diary moved his fingers, and the surrounding scenery changed again.

Harry didn't have time to think about it, he was already absorbed by the familiar scene in front of him.He saw himself, in his third year or so, looking irritated, and then Harry realized that he had just been rejected from Hogwarts by Professor McGonagall.

It was Harry's first Hogsmeade weekend, and he couldn't go because he didn't have a guardian's signature.

He was down and depressed that day, but he looked much better after visiting Lupine.Hermione and Ron also brought him lots of Honeydukes candy.

Harry looked at Diary suspiciously, wondering why he was showing him this memory.

Diary glanced at Harry with a smile. He understood Harry's doubts, but he was not ready to answer them.He made a face at Harry, and continued to move his fingers, as if turning the dial of time forward.Then, time passed, space turned, and Harry felt that everything around him was developing rapidly, even blurring his vision.

In the end, the picture was fixed on the Halloween dinner that night, and Harry personally felt that the dinner was cursed like the position of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

According to Harry's recollection, when he was a student, he almost never had a safe and happy Halloween dinner.

At the dinner to celebrate Halloween in the evening, the food was exquisite, and Harry can still recall the delicious taste of wanting to break his belly. The dinner ended with the entertainment program provided by the ghosts of Hogwarts.Ghosts pop up from walls and tables to do a sort of parade slide; Gryffindor's Nearly Headless Nick manages to recreate his decapitation.

The dinner had been a good one, Harry remembered, and he had been in a good mood, even when Malfoy yelled through the crowd as they left the Great Hall, "Dementors greet you, Harry!" Displeased Harry.

When he returned to the Gryffindor common room, Harry found that there were many students gathered around the door, and he looked over the heads and saw that the portrait of the fat lady seemed to be closed.The Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait, the portrait had been vandalized, small pieces of canvas were strewn all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas had been completely ripped from the frame.Soon Professor Dumbledore came, and he told all the Gryffindor students to go back to the auditorium, and 10 minutes later, students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and other houses also came, These students are all confused.

That night they slept collectively in the auditorium, hundreds of purple sleeping bags, and everyone was crowded together.

"Lights out now!" Harry heard Percy yell, "I want everyone in their sleeping bags and stop talking!"

All the candles were extinguished at once.The only light now came from the silver ghosts, who wandered about talking gravely to the prefects.The enchanted ceiling, like the sky outside, is full of stars.Under the circumstances, and with the still whispering voices in the Great Hall, Harry felt as if he was sleeping in the open air with a breezy face.

Every hour a teacher shows up in the auditorium to see if all is well.

Harry remembered that he didn't sleep all night, he was very excited, he heard Dumbledore talking with some professors and prefects at about three o'clock in the morning, and knew that Sirius had entered Hogwarts, forcing The Fat Lady let him into the common room.At that time, he didn't know that Sirius was wronged, and he regretted it now.Harry felt his heart being grabbed by something, rubbing, pinching, squeezing together, it hurt.

Diary seemed to sense Harry's anomaly, so he changed the subject, "For the next few days, everyone in school was talking about Black. The rumors about how he got into the castle became more and more mysterious: Hufflepuff House Hannah Abbott heard that Black could transform into a flowering bush, and spent a lot of time in her next Potions class telling it to anyone who would listen. BY: Your ex .”

The memories seemed so amusing now that Harry gradually forgot the grief Sirius had caused him.

Diary blinked and looked at Harry, "That's all you thought you'd figured out, huh?"

Harry was puzzled again, he felt that he had too many doubts this day, he looked at Diary, longing for an answer that satisfied him, he had a curiosity that was being scratched by a cat and needed to be rescued. "What did I miss again?"

Diary looked at Harry with a "you should know" look, and then he smiled and said, "You come tomorrow and I'll tell you."

Harry glared at Diary in annoyance; he knew it was a tricky diary.

The author has something to say: This article is finally half finished~(≧▽≦)/~Since Mr. Xiaolong has not appeared so far, I feel deeply guilty>

Well, XX is a slow-heating, unfinished temper TT will work hard to change...

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