HP through the autumn

Harry didn't feel Cho's mentality of waiting for a good show at all.

He finally cracked the secret of the golden egg. Although there are still problems such as how to breathe underwater that need to be solved, there is some progress.

In a good mood, he was ready to climb out of the pool and continue with Qiu for the first date after officially confirming the relationship.

"Can you bring me the towel over there?" He said, looking at the white towels piled up in the corner of the room.

Still thinking about whether the treasure was the Firebolt_Arrow, Qiu picked up a towel, walked up to Harry, and quickly retracted his hand when he reached out to grab it.

"Autumn!" Harry protested.

"Here is the towel," she shook the towel in her hand, "Come and get it."

He tried a few more times but couldn't catch it. Looking at the wand next to him, Harry had an idea and reached for his own wand.

She showed the reflexes she had used to catch the Snitch and got Harry's wand before she could.

"No Coming Charm." She waved Harry's wand triumphantly.

Harry finally broke his can: "Then I'll get the towel myself."

He began to walk up the steps of the bath, and the water level, which was up to his neck, began to slowly drop.

She was stunned for a moment by Harry's actions, the water was down to his chest.

"Harry!" She forced herself to be calm, "If you go any higher, I'll..."

She looked at the two wands in her hand and threatened, "I'll petrify you."

"Really?" Seeing her getting nervous, Harry felt that he had finally won the game this afternoon, and couldn't help but want to make persistent efforts.

He continued to walk up, with a fearless spirit of defying the law.

The water had receded to Harry's waist, and Harry finally stopped: "Can you give me the towel now, Cho?"

"Fuck!" She threw the towel over Harry's forehead and turned her back on him.

Harry chuckled a few times behind him, and took the towel from his head.

Wait until he put on the robe: "Now you can turn around."

She turned and Harry was still adjusting his collar.

Meeting her gaze, Harry said cheerfully, "Cho, I've never seen you so nervous before, except the last time I met a spider."

It was the first time that Harry had become the one who could do anything with ease when he was facing Cho, and this feeling made him very novel and eager to try.

She snorted dissatisfiedly, picked up her wand and summoned a white towel with the Flying Charm.

"What are you doing?" Harry smelled a hint of danger.

"Wipe your hair," she replied very softly, throwing the towel over Harry's head again, blocking his view.

She walked up to Harry and realized that he was already so tall that she had to stretch her arms to reach his hair.

"Come and sit here." She pulled him into a dry corner, sat Harry on the white marble floor, and slapped him on the head like kneading dough through the towel.

Harry's hair was rumpled and curled up in all directions.

"Okay." Satisfied, she threw the towel aside, and looked at the disheveled head and hair standing on end in front of her.

Harry stroked his hair, tried combing it with his fingers a few times, but nothing worked.

"Looks like... the hair is a bit messy," he muttered.

"Your hair is already messy." She giggled, grabbed his hand that was arranging his hair, put her chin on his shoulder, and deliberately leaned into his ear to talk to him.

Harry felt his ears tickle and forgot about his hair.He pulled Qiu and let her sit beside him.

For Harry, just talking and talking on a date is enough.

When Harry showed up at the Gryffindor table for the first time that night, he caught everyone's attention.

Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly, and came to him: "Mr. Potter, I think you, as a Hogwarts warrior, need to maintain a good personal image in front of the guests."

Her eyes settled on Harry's wilder-than-usual mess of hair.

Harry then remembered about the hair.He stroked his hair vigorously, trying to press down the curls.

But it was useless, Professor McGonagall's eyes became more and more terrifying, and Ron next to him couldn't help but quietly moved to the side, trying to get out of Professor McGonagall's sight.

"I hope your hair will be neater when I see you next time." Professor McGonagall finally spoke, and Harry was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Professor McGonagall continued: "As a boy, don't spray yourself on yourself next time." So many perfumes, Potter, I think you should know that a proper gentleman should not have such a strong scent of roses on him."

Then she returned to the teachers' bench.

Most of the hall was looking at Harry's blown hair.

Everyone near Harry tried to smell how fragrant he was.

"So you smell like roses. Harry, what happened to your hair?" Ron asked, nudging Harry with his elbow.

"It's hard to say." Harry looked helplessly at his girlfriend on the long Ravenclaw table.

"Harry, we found out that you've been trying on a new look since yesterday." Fred came out from the side.

"Like lipstick marks, new haircut, and perfume." George emerged with his brother, sniffing hard.

"Could this be—"

"Love!" George recited aloud, clasping his heart in his hands, and his voice filled the auditorium.

Cho thinks she regrets getting Harry's hair that way now, because she's a little embarrassed by the many glittering glances from the Gryffindor table.

Professor McGonagall's gaze was getting more and more terrifying, but Fred and George were immune to Professor McGonagall's stern gaze.

"What did you do to him?" asked Laurie.

"Nothing." She shook her head firmly, refusing to utter a word.

The twins were still reciting poems about love, each with a tacit understanding.

"Remembering your sweet love, which brought me fortune—"

"Even if it is exchanged with the king's power, I will not bother!"

They even got a round of applause at the end.

Harry joined them in grinning and applauding them both, glad that the attention was now off him.

During the rest of the Christmas holiday, Qiu once again devoted himself to the sea of ​​books.The OWLS exam is getting closer and closer, and she has only reviewed the content of the third and fourth grades. After the holidays, the teachers will have to talk about new content. It is a headache to think about it.

She threw away the quill when she saw nausea while reading the book, and Harry next to her looked up from the "Guide to Medieval Witchcraft and Wizardry": "Tired?"

She nodded and stretched herself, as if she could hear the crackling sound of her stiff bones stretching.

"How is your information going?"

"I haven't found a book that tells me how to breathe underwater," he said distressedly.

Beside him was a thick stack of books, all the books Harry had found in the library that could possibly tell someone how to survive underwater.

She glanced at the titles on the spine: Crazy Magic of the Strange Wizard, Horrible Animals of the Deep...

"You've worked hard, too," she said to Harry sympathetically.

Harry: "Who made me unlucky to become a warrior?"

He spread the book flat on the table: "Reading is too tiring. I really don't know why Hermione thinks reading is a kind of pastime."

The two of them sat in a corner of the library.

She looked around, but Mrs. Pince couldn't see here. During the holiday, there were very few people in the library, sitting in twos and threes scattered.

"Come here." She pulled Harry between the two bookshelves.

"What?"

"Rest for a while." She buried herself in Harry's arms, and Harry held her comfortably.

"I feel so happy after each hug, and I can study energetically for two hours again." She said lazily while lying in his arms.

"Like being charged?" Harry asked. "Muggles have some electrical appliances that need to be charged. They..."

He racked his brains to figure out how to explain the phenomenon of charging.

"I can sort of understand that kind of thing," she said. "Now let me recharge my batteries."

"Okay, ma'am," Harry replied, "I promise to fill you up."

"I'm full," she said with satisfaction after a while.

Harry let go of it reluctantly, he had no desire to go back and read books that didn't tell him how to breathe underwater.

"I don't seem to be full yet." He focused his eyes on the "100 Tips for Making Potions" behind her.

"Then what do you want to do?" She leaned on the bookshelf and asked him with a smile.

"I think a kiss will definitely recharge my batteries." Harry continued to stare at the book, his ears pricked up, waiting for her answer.

She took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and offered a kiss, and the two returned to their seats refreshed and continued to study.

Harry thinks he enjoys studying now.