[HPDH] Glass color

Neville didn't leave until after dinner, and the moment the door closed, Harry pressed himself against the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, Harry impatiently flipped through and found the glass-colored diary, opened the first page, and wrote in dark green ink, "Diary, let me in." )

This time Diary didn't answer, but directly followed Harry's request and brought Harry into the diary.

Harry went back to that Slytherin room again, which had to make Harry think that maybe that room once belonged to his predecessor.Very well, he discovered another commonality between him and his predecessor, they both love Quidditch, maybe that boy belongs to the Slytherin team, they have had direct contact...

"More than you can guess." Diary muttered softly while sitting on the wooden swivel chair, resting his chin.

"What, sorry, I didn't catch it just now." Harry came out of his own thoughts, he didn't catch what Diary said.He's always been in a trance recently, and things like this happen often.

Diary raised his head, shook his head with a smile, the glass-colored hair was playfully hitting his face, and he said, "It's nothing."

Harry shrugged, well, since the other party wasn't going to repeat it, then it was really nothing.Harry looked at the Slytherin room with interest, even though he saw it now in the world of the diary.Maybe it puts the distance between us, Harry thought happily, wondering why he should be so interested in a stranger, and even secretly delighted at the possibility of having come into contact with that person.

Diary is sitting on the side, smiling a little unnaturally, I hope you can stay happy after knowing who that person is.

"Today, I'm going to take you to see something else, something, the truth." Diary acted like a magician, and Harry immediately thought of his divination professor, the words that were vain and actually had no substance.

"Hmph." Diary sneered, "Sir, don't you understand that when you speak ill of someone, you should at least be behind that person's back?"

Harry was embarrassed, he was a little embarrassed, he forgot that Diary could hear him.

"What else do you remember!" Diary said sarcastically.

"I still remember, you owe me an answer!" Harry's little guilt was dissipated by Diary's attitude, and he retorted a little angrily, "Also, you played 'Arabian Nights' so tirelessly Game, I can understand that, are you actually a fan of fairy tales?"

Diary pouted, he didn't answer Harry's question, but waved his finger directly, and the scene changed again.

Harry saw him appear with Diary outside the door of the Gryffindor common room, next to the portrait of the fat woman, Harry standing and Diary sitting.

"Here?" Harry asked, looking at Diary.

"Don't ask stupid questions with your mouth all the time, use your brain to think and your eyes to see once in a while!" Obviously, Harry had just completely offended Diary, and he turned into that indifferent and sarcastic expression again. look. (As if he's stopped being mean, Harry said.)

Then, Harry found an inconspicuous place in front of the portrait, where there was an inconspicuous paper bag, bulging, as if it contained a lot of things.

"That's..." Harry was about to ask 'what is that', but after a second thought, he decided to shut up, because there would never be an answer waiting for Harry from Diary's mouth.Instead, there was a lot of cynicism in anticipation of Harry's questioning, and all together they embarrassed Harry, feeling the embarrassment of going to Headmaster Snape's Potions class.

Diary folded his legs, resting his chin with his hands, his glazed eyes were filled with chaos, without focus.

Not long after, the weather outside the glass window in the corridor darkened, and a black figure vigilantly came up from upstairs.Harry opened his eyes wide, Merlin, he saw Sirius.

Harry's dark-haired godfather was bony, in ill-fitting robes, and had a haggard, ghostly face.

Harry remembered that Sirius, the only one Harry had ever seen since he had just escaped from Azkaban.No one believed his godfather back then, and Harry didn't even know he had one.Sirius had a very bad life, down and out, making him lose all the elegance of his student days.

Harry knew what he was seeing, it was Halloween night in his third year again.

Harry seemed delighted to see Sirius pick up the paper bag first, then open it and see its contents.Then, Sirius and the fat woman started arguing, and then arguing loudly.Finally, the picture freezes.

Diary looked at Harry, "You know what? Your godfather, took your present."

The picture began to change again, the portrait of the fat woman had been scratched, and the scene became a mess.Harry saw Sirius disappear down the dim Hogwarts corridors with the paper bag.

"What did you say, a gift that belongs to me?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Diary nodded, wiggling his fingers again, as if touching the face of a screen.Sirius walked back backwards, the portrait of the fat woman slowly changed back to before it was destroyed, and the sky gradually changed from pitch black to dim, Harry understood that Diary had turned back time and space.

Harry didn't feel like he was moving, but Sirius was so close that Harry could see every single lash of Sirius' eyelashes.

Sirius picked up the paper bag again, and he opened it.This time Harry could see clearly that there was a paper bag full of candies and chocolates.The packaging is exquisite and looks expensive.Then, in a flash, Harry saw a white gold-edged card with fancy sentences written in black ink.What exactly was written, Harry didn't hear clearly.

"That's not yours!" Harry heard the fat woman scold furiously.

"...Harry... godson... I'm starving..." Harry heard Sirius' plausible words intermittently.

Diary giggled from the sidelines, as if watching a good show, "You have a 'good' godfather, huh?"

"He was just, hungry, and he wasn't doing well at the time." Harry stumbled and explained.

"This is Gryffindor." Diary rolled his eyes, his movements still elegant, "He has money to buy you a rocket crossbow, but he can't make himself happy? He's even hungry enough to steal other people's candies. Let me Guess what you're going to ask next. Q: Why didn't the fat lady tell you afterward? A: She was terrified, and of course she wouldn't remember it after the patch. Q: Why didn't Blake explain it to you afterward? : I reasoned that his muscular nerves would never remember the details. Am I right?"

Harry was a little confused, he didn't know how to speak, and finally, he shrugged, "You took all my lines, what do you think I can say? The last question, who gave me the candy and why. "

Diary raised a look that represented incredulity, "Who else do you think I'll show you? As for why, well, he saw your frustrated face because you couldn't go to Hogsmeade; he hoped you would encounter insanity again To keep a pack of chocolates with him when he's weird; his mother sends him these expensive sweets every day, and he hopes you'll like them too; and when he's courting you again... need more obvious reasons?"

Harry was silent, not sure whether he should be grateful for the attention he had been able to have, or blame his godfather for depriving him of a possible friendship.Harry was tempted to ask why the man had left the candy outside the door, but afterward, Harry didn't ask because there was no point.

Diary moved his finger again, turning back time, "The last memory of today."

Still outside the door of the Gryffindor common room, it was probably mid-afternoon, Harry deduced.There was almost no one moving in the corridor, and then, a platinum-blonde head Harry was familiar with appeared at the corner of the corridor.How many such dazzling platinum colors can the whole school have?The answer is one, the only one, Draco Malfoy, Harry's biggest rival in school.

What is he here for?Harry frowned. He found that Malfoy had the ability to "make his bad mood worse".

Then, the platinum-blond boy stopped in front of the portrait of the fat woman, and he began to exchange something with the fat woman. After that, he revealed a "paper bag" from his pocket that made Harry feel glaring.

Diary whistled, "Now, you have the truth."

For an unbelievable second, the only thing Harry could think of was leaving the diary.Then, he got his wish, and before Harry left, Harry heard Diary's clearly amused voice, "If you still want to catch my 'Arabian Nights' express, I'll be happy to tell you something better than this." Even more shocking memories."

The author has something to say: Qiang Qiang Qiang-V-Harry finally knows the existence of the little dragon TT Judging from such a slow-heating state, it is really not easy...

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