HP through the autumn

"Now I still need to go to Lihen Bookstore to buy some books." Standing at the door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Qiu said after thinking about her shopping list for today.As soon as she entered Diagon Alley, she was fascinated by the Firebolt, and then went to eat ice cream because it was too hot at noon, and then went to bathe Sirius, but she didn't buy any of the things that should be bought now.

"I'll go with you, anyway, it's boring to stay alone in the Leaky Cauldron." Harry said, and followed her to the Lihen Bookstore.

They walked towards Lihen Bookstore, where scraps of confetti were flying, and the "Monster Book of Monsters" in the iron cage was huddling together energetically. Just two extremes.

"He doesn't look well," she whispered to Harry.

"I guess it's because of the textbook "The Monster Book of Monsters", they fight every day." Harry replied, looking at the bookstore owner sympathetically.

"What do you need? I hope it won't be those books." The bookstore manager pointed to the monster books that were still fighting, and supported the ground with a cane full of knots in his hand, as if the next second would be blown by the wind Like it.

"Of course not. I need "Intermediate Ancient Runes Course", "Let Numbers Tell You Everything About Fate", and the textbooks for the fourth grade of Hogwarts compulsory subjects." Qiu looked at the book list and searched for himself. required bibliography.

The owner of the bookstore happily threw away his cane and went to get the books. His steps were steady, and he could not see the weakness just now at all.

"You took Ancient Runes and Arithmancy?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I think these two courses are very useful," she said. "What electives did you take?"

"Divination and protection of magical creatures," he said. "Don't you like magical creatures? I thought you would be interested in this kind of class."

"I like it very much. In fact, I took the protection of magical creatures last year, but I felt that taking three elective courses was too tiring, so I only took two this year." Of course, the main reason was that Hagrid wanted to be a guardian. The professor of magical creatures, and she didn't really want to deal with creatures like snails or salamanders.

Harry saw the "Omen of Death" again in Lihen Bookstore. The huge black dog on the cover was almost exactly the same as the one that had just left. He picked up the book and asked her: "What do you think just now?" Does that dog look a lot like this cover?"

Qiu looked at the bear-like black dog on the cover: "The one just now is much thinner, Harry, you don't think that dog is a harbinger of death, do you? We just bathed and fed it. "

"But I've seen him on Privet Drive too, and he's been around me all the time." Harry said a little restlessly, "I've never seen a dog grow this big before, Cho, do you think that's for me?" Omen or something?"

"Relax, Harry," Qiu picked up the book and opened the catalogue. The bookstore owner has gone to get the book and hasn't returned yet: "Look at the catalogue. If these are signs of death, each of us will see them every day." Many such omens."

Harry looked at the various crows, black cats and other creatures listed in the catalogue, and felt that what she said sounded reasonable. At this time, the boss came back with the books Qiu needed, so they hurriedly put the books back.

After paying the money, they walked out of the bookstore, and next to the store opposite, there was a wanted poster for Sirius Black, and the man on it had a distorted expression and was yelling something.

"I heard he was a supporter of Voldemort." Harry said to the arrest warrant, not knowing what he was thinking: "It is said that he killed thirteen people when he was arrested."

"That was very, very cruel," she said, thinking of Peter Pettigrew next to Ron.

"Minister of Magic Fudge told me not to wander around in the Muggle world. I guess he thought Black was out to hunt me down." Harry still stared at the photo, as if he wanted to imprint Sirius' face in mind.

"That's what all that guy's supporters do," she said. "Because you beat him and they had to disappear."

"I'd rather I never beat him, so my parents could be with me, and they could sign my consent form to visit Hogsmeade," said Harry angrily, having been thinking about it for a long time. , but this idea is rarely mentioned to people.Others felt that he had such a great honor and how lucky he was to be the Boy Who Lived.Only he knew how much he wanted to trade his fame back to his parents, who must have treated him better than Aunt Petunia had treated Dudley, so he wouldn't have to live with the Dursleys.

"You understand, don't you, Cho?" His bright green eyes looked up, expectantly.

Like a husky hungry for bones.

Qiu thought silently in her heart.

"Of course, who would want to be in trouble every day like you?" she reassured him.

"That's the way it is. Troublesome things always come to me. Why can't they change targets? Like Malfoy? I'm sure if he could speak Parseltongue he would want to talk in Parseltongue every day and announce to everyone that he is Heir of Slytherin," said Harry disapprovingly.

"That's why he dislikes you, because you are always the focus of everyone's attention."

"I wish Trouble could see who wanted them more," Harry muttered, before asking, "Is Hogsmeade fun? I'm afraid I won't be able to go this year."

"Well, it's fun," she answered honestly, "You can get Honeydukes candy, the kind I gave you for Christmas, and lots and lots of fun candy there, and butter from the Hog's Head Beer, lots of interesting stuff."

"I'd rather go if you put it that way," Harry lamented.

"There's always a chance," she said, leading Harry into the Hoppy and Fromp Magical Joke Shop.

"Fred and George love the stuff, but they think there's just too little variety of joke merchandise," she said.They walked through the rows of shelves, looking at the items and instructions on the shelves.

"Look at this," she took out a small packet of biscuits from her pocket: "This is the canary biscuit they researched this holiday. They have had this idea for a long time, and I provided a little technical support. One of them Made it during the summer vacation. Do you want to try it?"

"Why are you carrying this with you?" Harry looked at her suspiciously.

"In order to take it out for people to eat at any time like today. Try it, Ron has already tried it." She encouraged.

"Well, poor Ron." Harry took the biscuit and ate it in three bites.

With a bang, Harry turned into a canary, flapping his wings unskillfully, struggling in mid-air.When he started to fall again, Qiu caught him and said happily, "Harry, you must be the only canary in the world that can't fly."

She felt the canary in her hand peck her, and her palm was itchy, and the smooth feathers of the bird rubbed against her hand.

That's when Harry flapped his wings, flew up crookedly, and landed on top of her head, ruffling her hair with his paws.

"Hey, don't mess with my hair." She reached out to catch him, but Harry flew up, trying to fly sideways.

"It's almost time, Harry," she said, estimating the time.As soon as the words were finished, the canary feathers on top of his head began to fall off one by one, and Harry fluttered in the air in a little panic, flying towards her hand, which was the nearest landing spot.

He looked like a panicked turkey now, desperate to fly into the air after knowing that he was about to be added to the Christmas dinner, struggling frantically.

After the feathers fell off, Harry regained his original form and successfully knocked Cho to the ground.

There was no romantic eye contact this time, as Harry dropped his head on top of her stomach.

Harry did feel the girl's softness against his face—whose stomach isn't soft?

Qiu also clearly felt the hardness of her belly against the young boy - what bone could be harder than the skull?

"Harry—" she said with difficulty from below, "your head hit me like a Bludger."

Harry frantically tried to stand up, one arm pinned beneath him.If he wanted to use his arms to prop up the ground, he had to use his head to pull the arms out first, but his head was resting on Qiu's stomach, which made him afraid to use force.So Harry struggled for a while, rolled himself over on the side, and finally sat up.

Cho lay there silently watching Harry toss around stupidly, like a turtle trying to turn itself over.

Kind of cute.

She stood up and shook her robes: "You are the worst flying canary I have ever seen, Harry."

Casual physical contact can't be so casual, her stomach is still aching.

"It's enough to ride a broomstick well." Harry said nonchalantly, with a little complacency: "I beat you last time!"

"Not necessarily next time, hum." She said, handing him her hand.

Harry stood up on her hand, and it was a wonder the boss hadn't been called over by their commotion.

This is the right way to open up casual physical contact, she thought.

When she wasn't looking, Harry rubbed the raised hand against his clothes, feeling itchy.

It seemed like something was about to break through the ground.

They walk out of the Hoppy and Frolicking Magic Joke Shop after Cho buys some Fudge Fireworks.Harry watched her disappear into the fireplace before going upstairs to his room.

A few days before the start of school, Qiu saw a big photo of Lockhart hanging on the Daily Prophet. In the photo, he was still smiling brightly at everyone, but the title of the article was: Winner of the Most Charming Smile Award, Lockhart Hart ends up in St. Mungo's for a spell gone wrong.

It seems that Voldemort's curse is extremely stubborn.

At night she had a dream, dreaming that Voldemort said innocently: "Since I learned the old Voldemort curse, my parents don't worry about me being bullied anymore. Curse wherever you feel uncomfortable, so easy!" Then she smiled brightly at her.

She was startled awake in her sleep.

The author has something to say:

The name of the textbook is made up...

I struggled with writing Canary for a long time, but it still didn’t become romantic orz became filthy instead hehehe