HP through the autumn

Who is the disco king?

In the curling steam, Qiu was stirring the horseradish while thinking about this question that she had been thinking about for a long time.

Cedric's popularity is indeed very high. All the female creatures in the audience are his fans, but the headmaster's male god seems to be more attractive. No matter men, women, young or old, he will be fascinated by him, and he will kill them all... Her own The song is definitely not as good as the headmaster's "There Is an Old Man"...but should the headmaster present the award to himself?

Although she was absent-minded, she didn't stop stirring in her hands at all.

The cost of potion ingredients is particularly impressive because there are no snacks to eat and no new lipstick to buy. Every accident may mean the loss of more than a dozen Galleons.

Money money money money!What an important thing money is!How hard it is to live without money!

I wish there was a real money tree in the wizarding world, one planted would yield countless Galleons!

When Laurie told her that Nifflers could be used to find treasure, she even considered stealing a Niffler...

The news that Umbridge had become High Inspector pulled her out of her world of potions and galleons.

Marietta and several students were discussing the news together at the long table in Ravenclaw, and everyone smiled with satisfaction.Cho remembered that at least one of their parents worked for the Ministry of Magic.

Cho looked at a smiling Umbridge in the newspaper and decided to vent her anger by making a dart board out of her picture.

"The Ministry of Magic is getting more and more involved." Laurie leaned over to read her paper.

"Don't care about business matters, ignore trivial matters, the minister is really..." Qiu shook his head, "I don't know if he has the time to consider the marriage status of the Hogwarts professor."

"Marital status?" Laurie repeated.

"Most of the professors are single, and they have been single for many years," Qiu pointed to the teachers in the classroom, "Professor Dumbledore needless to say, he is too good and there are not many suitable people worthy of him. Mai Professor Ge is a bit serious, Professor Flitwick... the interracial issue is a bit difficult. And Professor Snape, if Fudge can find a girl who is willing to marry Professor Snape, he will definitely leave a strong mark in the history of magic a sum."

"Not really?" Laurie looked at Professor Snape, "at least teach him... the potion is very good, and very dignified."

"Maybe some girls would like to melt an iceberg," she turned her gaze to Harry on the Gryffindor table, "but wouldn't it be better to just find a cute cookie?"

"Everyone has different hobbies," Laurie said. "This is the way the world is. Maybe some people like Professor Snape, who is not easy to deal with."

"A broken pot has its own broken lid." Qiu sighed, "Fortunately, I have found a suitable broken pot lid."

"It's really not easy," Laurie said. "Cherish your poor Potter."

"Hermione and Ron proposed that I take the lead in teaching everyone Defense Against the Dark Arts." Cho leaned on the kitchen table with the broken pot lid, watching Qiu concentrate on stirring a sticky mixture, "Do you think I can ?"

"Of course you can," she observed the mushy object in the cauldron, "don't you learn Defense Against the Dark Arts very well?"

"But how can I teach others at my level?" Harry frowned, fiddling with the potion ingredients on the table.The money-obsessed girlfriend quickly grabbed his hand to stop him.

Harry took her hand automatically, playing with her fingers.

"Since they think you can teach everyone, it means that your level is still very high."

"I just don't think I've ever been as good at school as Hermione, she knows everything and learns very quickly and works really hard..."

"I'm going to be angry if you praise other girls again."

Harry smiled: "I just want to say that I think there are many people who are more suitable to teach you than me, such as Hermione, such as Cedric."

"Cedric is busy preparing for the NEWT exam. He probably doesn't have time to do these things. You must know that the NEWT exam is a hundred times scarier than the OWLs exam, and he is also busy thinking about job hunting." Qiu looked away from the cauldron. Moved up, "And Hermione thinks you are more suitable to be a teacher, she must have her reasons?"

"She said I'm better at practical applications. She and Ron listed everything I've done since entering Hogwarts, including protecting the Philosopher's Stone, becoming a warrior, etc., but I think those are just luck."

"Once or twice can be called luck. You haven't been idle since the first grade, so it can't be luck every time, right?" Qiu pulled his hand away from Harry, picked up the stirring stick and continued stirring.

"I really think it's all luck," said Harry, "probably my luck."

Qiu looked at Harry with disbelieving eyes: "You think you are very lucky? During the holiday, my dad even advised me to change to a boyfriend with better luck. You have been unlucky since the first grade."

"Your father knows me?" Harry asked nervously.

"He reads the Daily Prophet every day." She was wicked enough not to tell Harry that she had explained everything to Dad.

"So he thinks I'm terrible?" Harry began to worry.

"Yeah, so you have to perform well in front of him in the future."

Harry nodded seriously in agreement.

As a person who has never been in a serious relationship, Sirius once again faced the important task of how to help the godson please his father-in-law after giving advice on his godson's love life based on his half-baked experience.

Even if it was to accumulate experience in the future, Sirius looked at Harry's letter with great melancholy, maybe he should ask Arthur.

However, Arthur and Molly seemed to have eloped... How about letting Harry elope with Qiu?

The first Hogsmeade Day in early October was sunny but windy.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Cho were sitting in the small, dark, and dirty Hog's Head pub, and Harry was anxiously waiting for some interested students to arrive.

"Is anyone really coming to meet us?" Harry said absently, drinking his butterbeer.

"Yes, I have an appointment with them to meet here." Hermione said firmly.

Qiu looked at everything in the bar curiously, the floor covered with centuries of dust, the greasy table that made one dare not put one's arms on it, the dim lights that were covered with dust, and the weird Grumpy boss.

She thought the boss looked like someone she knew, but couldn't remember who it was.In her eyes, the elderly men all looked similar, with wrinkled faces and gray beards and hair.

The plot of the fanfic and the original book were mixed in her mind. She remembered that Professor Snape was an undercover agent, that Professor Dumbledore chose to be killed by Snape after his hand was injured by a horcrux, and remembered the locations of all Voldemort's horcruxes. The less things she can remember later on, because the plot of the fan fiction deviates from the original work.

She vaguely felt that this boss was not an ordinary character...

The door of the bar opened, and a large crowd poured in, blocking the sunlight outside.

Harry watched dumbfounded as the group of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors approached the four of them.

"There are so many people?" he asked Hermione.

"I didn't expect there to be so many," Hermione said happily, "but the more people there are, the more popular our actions are."

Cho is surprised to see Laurie arrive with Cedric, and she only tells Laurie about the rally.

"Although I'm really busy, I think I should also participate in this matter." Cedric smiled slightly, "And I have to listen to her, don't I?"

Laurie glanced at Cedric with a smile, and then turned her gaze to Qiu: "I think the more people there are, the better, so I brought him here."

Cedric also brought a large group of Hufflepuff classmates. They were very convinced of Cedric, so they were willing to follow Cedric to such a small party.

When everyone was holding a bottle of butterbeer and looked at Harry curiously, Hermione stood up: "Well, I guess you all know why you came here, Harry thought of a note," Harry said Glancing at Hermione, Hermione changed her words, "I had an idea, if anyone wants to learn some real skills, of course I'm not talking about the pile of garbage that Umbridge taught us. She expects us to recite it to others." "Defense of Magic Theory" to protect yourself!"

Hermione glanced at Qiu at this point, and Harry often mentioned interesting episodes of chatting with Qiu.

Everyone roared with laughter, causing people drinking at the bar to look over one after another, and the bar owner threw a rag on the bar in dissatisfaction.

"So I think we might as well figure things out on our own and learn how to protect ourselves effectively, not just in theory, but in practicing real spells."

"But I guess, you must pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in the OWLs too?" said Michael Kerner, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student.

"Yes, but more than that," said Hermione, taking a deep breath, "and more importantly, Voldemort is back."

Everyone shivered and screamed strangely, only Harry, Ron, Cho and the dazed Luna looked exceptionally calm.

When a yellow-haired Hufflepuff player aggressively asked Hermione to give evidence, Harry stood up and calmly told everyone what happened to him in the maze last term.

Everyone was staring at Harry intently, and Shuya looked at him with glowing eyes.She had never felt so deeply the strength of Harry, and his infectious power.

Harry was seriously explaining why he said Voldemort was back and what that meant.This is a rare opportunity, his eyes looked at everyone, and his voice trembled involuntarily when he saw his girlfriend.

She was looking at him adoringly, with fiery eyes, which made him feel comfortable and a little shy.

Ah, I'm going to blush!Qiu's eyes became more intense. She hadn't seen a blushing Harry for a long time.

Harry turned his attention to the others decisively, he couldn't be distracted in order to successfully lure everyone into the group.He made up his mind not to see her.

Susan Burns' curiosity about Harry's patron saint aroused everyone's discussion of his various excellences, such as the Philosopher's Stone, Dementors, Fire Dragons and Mermaids. Everyone was full of admiration for Harry.

Proud to have such a wonderful boyfriend!She felt honored to see Harry being tacitly accepted as the one who taught everyone amidst everyone's admiration.

After agreeing on the location of the meeting with everyone, everyone walked out of the Pig's Head Bar in twos and threes.

Hermione put away the list with everyone's signatures: "We should come up with a convenient way to contact as soon as possible. The Room of Requirement is very hidden, but it is easy for others to find out when we inform everyone. After all, we have so many students. "

"Relax, Hermione, you're smart enough to figure it out," said Ron, holding his Butterbeer, "but that guy Zacharias is really annoying."

Hermione blushed a little because of Ron's praise: "I don't like him too much, but he overheard me talking to Ernie and Hannah at the Hufflepuff table that day, and he seemed particularly interested in asking Come on, what can I say? But the more people the better, if Michael Corner hadn't been in love with Ginny, he and his friends wouldn't have come—"

Ron, who was proud of himself for fawning over Hermione, was stunned when he heard this.

"What's he doing?" asked Ron irritably. "She's in love—my sister's in love—what are you talking about, with Michael Corner?"

"Yeah, that's why he came here with his friends."

"When did it start?" Ron was eager for more details.

"They met at the Yule Ball late last year and started dating."

Hearing about the Christmas party, Harry and Qiuxin looked at each other in agreement, thinking of the two of them under the mistletoe at Christmas last year.

They turned onto the main road, and Hermione stopped outside the Literary Quill Shop.

"I want to buy a new pen." She walked into the store, and the three of Harry followed her in.

"Which one is Michael Corner?" Ron babbled.

"The one with the black hair," Hermione replied.

"I don't like him." Ron replied immediately. He looked at Cho and Harry who were following their conversation with great interest, and asked hesitantly, "I thought Ginny liked Harry!"

Qiu glanced lightly at Harry, Harry turned his back and asked as if he didn't hear anything, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

Qiu's eyes swept across the rows of exquisite quills: "No." You can't buy anything without money.

"I'll give you whichever one you like." Harry said earnestly.

Hermione in front was still telling Ron why Ginny didn't like Harry anymore: "Ginny used to like Harry, but she despaired of him a few months ago..."

Harry picked up a beautiful golden quill: "How about this one?"

"Didn't you notice that she never spoke in front of Harry before, but now she communicates with him quite normally..." Hermione was still explaining to Ron when Ginny started not liking Harry.

"What about this one?" Harry picked up another fiery red quill with a unique shape.

"Very good." Qiu picked up the quill, but didn't look at the pen carefully, looking straight at Harry.

Harry thought of her gaze at the meeting just now, and it was so hot.

"The color is beautiful."

The quill brushed Harry's eyes, and he blinked involuntarily a few times.

"So soft too."

She scratched Harry's face with the feather, and lightly brushed the corner of Harry's lips.

"Give it to me." She clings to his ear, her lips brushing against his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally.

Harry picked up the quill and fled.

The author has something to say:

The female protagonist who is always like a delicate flower, and the male protagonist who is like a president are too boring.

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