[HP] Hogwarts students

I've been trying to find out what Harry was trying to tell me these days, but his mouth is so tight, it's as if he's sworn a Fidelity Charm.

Insinuating doesn't work, so just ask directly.Seeing Harry whispering with his back to me: "Separate the left and right!" Then he knocked on the stone statue, and the back of the statue of the one-eyed witch opened instantly, revealing a small space. I took the opportunity to ask directly: "Did you Want to tell me something?"

I watched as he was startled by me, and the parchment in his hand dropped to the ground, attracting Filch's attention at the end of the corridor.

"Who's there?!" I heard him yelling, ordering Mrs. Norris to come forward and check.Harry immediately bent down to pick up the map, grabbed my wrist and dodged into the secret passage.

The moment the statue closed, I just lifted my foot and fell into the air with Harry, falling into a long stone slide.

"Ah——" I was terrified by the unexpected fall of my feet. We shouted and hugged each other, and it didn't take long before we fell into the cold and wet mud.

Fortunately, we were all wearing heavy cloaks, so we supported each other and stood up tremblingly.The space that fell was pitch black, and Harry raised his wand and said, "Luminescence." A faint halo of light glowed from the tip of his wand, and we realized we were in a narrow, In the low dirt passage.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, and I also struggled to open my clothes and took out my wand to light it up, and the two wands flickering brightly illuminated the surrounding environment immediately: "Fortunately... I didn't fall to my death. "

"You really want to know what I want to tell you?" Harry asked suddenly as we walked down the winding passages hand in hand.

I rolled my eyes and replied flatly: "Suddenly I don't want to know anymore."

Harry's forward pace suddenly stopped on the spot, and I bumped into his back along with the inertia, and couldn't help covering my nose with an "ouch": "What's wrong? Is there no way ahead?"

"Why do you keep doing this?" Harry said in a sullen tone, very depressed, "Always go back on your word."

"..." I touched my nose guiltily, and reached out to grab the corner of his robe, "I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around with difficulty in the narrow passage—especially when he was wearing a heavy cloak, and looked at me with piercing eyes.

Good timing.I remind myself that there's no Wood around, no Hermione and Ron, just the two of us, maybe I can ask...

"you……"

"you……"

We both spoke at the same time, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Then you go first." Harry still pushed his glasses a little unhappy.

"Are we friends?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course we're friends! Best friends." Harry answered my question immediately, without hesitation, and made my heart skip a beat.

"Is that—just a friend?" I asked again, summoning up the courage to look up at him, my eyes fell on his left eye, then I lowered my eyes slightly to look at Harry's lips, and then raised my eyes to stare at Harry's lips. his right eye.

Harry suddenly laughed, his mouth wide open.Even in such a dim environment, I can still clearly see the joy and smile in his eyes.Then he laughed, the way Ron always laughed when he told a joke.

I was a little apprehensive, my heart was almost cold, and my eyes were a little swollen. I was afraid that if I spoke now, I would cry directly.

"You know—" he said, turning his head away with some embarrassment, "you asked me the same thing that night, exactly the same thing."

A little dust fell from above the passage and sprinkled into my eyes. I couldn't help but lowered my head and rubbed my eyes.Harry said again: "You forgot what happened that night later, but my answer is still the same."

From the perspective of my lowered head, his hands were clenched tightly, and he seemed to be shaking; I heard him swallowing his saliva nervously, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

But soon, he let go of his wand and let it roll to the ground along the damp dirt wall, and the light moved down, illuminating our legs.

In the darkness, his hands held my cheeks, and I could feel the heat and moisture coming from those palms. Harry's fingertips were covered with calluses, and it was he who was holding the front of the broom There is also a place to catch a quill.

A bead of sweat forms on the tip of my nose as his breath hits my cheek.At this moment, Harry's scent lingered in his nostrils—the smell of morning dew and green grass, the smell of breakfast croissants, and a little bit of sweat that symbolized nervousness.

Time seems to be concentrated at this moment, and I can hear each other's heartbeats, resounding through the entire passage.Until the tip of his nose touched my cheek, the four lips trembled and pressed together, and the wand I was holding tightly fell to the ground with the loss of force.

None of us had kissing experience, and now we just hugged each other's heads and necks and staggered against the wall to suck the air out of each other's mouths—as if whoever ran out of oxygen first lost.

The breathing sounds of the two were mixed together, panting like a cow.His glasses were squeezed out of place by my face, and my carefully braided hair was messed up by his single hand this morning.Even though they are both young and outrageous, they still can't help but compare themselves to being competitive.

The already narrow passage could hardly accommodate the two of us who were almost wrestling. After I pushed him down again, a large piece of loose soil hit my back.

"Ah——" I straightened up in an instant, pulled my tongue out of his mouth, and clutched my lower back in a daze, crying out for pain.

"...What?...What's the matter?" Harry was also a little dizzy, pulled his hand out of my cloak, and frantically found the dropped glasses from his chest and put them on, "Did you get hurt where you hit?" ?”

"It's okay..." I gritted my teeth and stood up tremblingly on his chest, and pulled Harry who was lying on the ground up. "I got hit on the waist by a piece of dirt, I think we better get out as soon as possible."

Harry stooped to pick up both of our wands, allowing the sparkle of light to fall between us again, illuminating his flushed face and dewy eyes, I dare say I should have a similar complexion to his.

"My answer was the same as last time," said Harry, as we resumed our silent march forward. "We're best friends, but — more than friends."

By the time we crawled out of Honeydukes' secret passage one by one, we don't know how long it has passed.Harry was the first to climb out of the trapdoor passage, and then I also supported the door panel to escape from this narrow secret passage.

Honeydukes' cellar was full of crates and other wooden boxes, but fortunately, when looking up the stairs, there was a door open there, revealing the light and the noisy conversation of the students.

Nobody noticed us as we sneaked out the open door with necks hunched and stooped.Everyone had a festive smile on their faces, discussing which Christmas candies to buy.

We hid our intertwined hands under our robes, passed racks of nougat and pink coconut sorbet, passed hundreds of neatly arranged chocolates, loaded some with bonbons, and walked to Near the store entrance.

Ron and Hermione stood there.Hermione was holding my list in her hand, and was comparing the words to get candies one by one, while Ron kept looking into the store.

"Can you help?" Hermione asked impatiently. "I don't know what the hell you're looking at, but Honeydukes can't read and jump into little baskets one by one."

"Can I help?" I quietly approached them, resting my head on Hermione's shoulder.

"Kelly!" screamed Hermione, dropping the candy basket in her hands, "And you? Harry! How did you - how did you get here -"

"Wow!" Ron looked at us in admiration. "It seems that this secret passage is not easy at all-we have been waiting for you for so long, and you look like you have had a fight!"

Well.I squeezed my tingling lips and looked at Harry quickly, and asked guiltily, "How bad is it?"

"Pretty bad." Ron nodded affirmatively. "Your hair is like a piece of straw, and both of you have mud all over your clothes."

"This is not the most important place—" Hermione pulled us nervously into a corner of the store, "are you—by the way, the map! You just came out like this? But, said Professor McGonagall But you'd better not come to Hogsmeade—"

"She's just suggesting." I said with a grin. "We don't have to take her advice."

"And there's Sirius here, he's been waiting for me on the Three Broomsticks!" Harry replied in a good mood, "Will you report us?"

"Oh - of course not - but honestly, Harry -"

"Look, it's snowing heavily outside." Ron suddenly pointed to the heavy snow outside the mullioned window, "I think, in this weather, even Pediru has to find a warm corner to curl up in, right? "

Under the interruption of the three of us, Hermione finally gave up the idea of ​​preaching, reluctantly followed us to buy a lot of candy, and returned the list to me angrily: "Since you decided to come out, why don't you come out?" Give me the list too?"

When we walked outside the store, we had to marvel at the power of the cloak.Harry and I were standing in the swirling snow as Hermione and Ron helped us melt the mud off our cloaks with a big tuft of snow.

After that, Hermione and I went to Miss Sandy, bought a comb that can automatically secrete hair care essential oils, and she helped me comb my messy hair.

"I noticed that the relationship between you two has recovered." She brushed my hair casually, "Did you ask clearly?"

"I asked clearly, very clearly." I sat on the stone chair at the door with a smirk, and watched Harry and Ron make a snowman in the distance. They built a snowman with three big snowballs and used two black stones as a its eyes.

Noticing our gaze, Ron made a gesture to urge us, while Harry stood looking at me with a pleasant smile on his face.