However, Hermione didn't want to talk to him anymore. What happened next was completely based on her own experience.
Anyway, Harry just needed to ask Autumn out, and he would know what to do!
Elwyn didn't know anything at first, but he soon became very proficient. It was a self-taught skill.
Her mind was filled with how to play with Elwyn in the snowy mountains, and skiing. She didn't want to talk about Autumn anymore.
If he needed someone to teach him how to kiss, Harry shouldn't ask a girl out!
But in fact, Harry really needed someone to teach him how to kiss a girl …
"Anyway, ask her out first!" Elwyn finally concluded, encouraging Harry to take the first step.
"Find a place with no one around," Ron said, and began to share his experience with Lavender.
"For example, a grove, Hogsmeade, a classroom in the middle of the night, or inside an iron pot …" Elwyn also followed up with his own experience.
"Yes, these are all good places. When the time comes, Harry, you just need to have the courage to kiss her. She'll take the initiative to respond. It's not that difficult." Ron continued in a very understanding voice, "If she agrees to go out with you, she'll already be ready to kiss you, and then …"
Neville and Corin sat there listening, feeling that these things were too far away from them.
Hermione didn't interrupt, and the four boys discussed for a while. Harry felt that what they said was not very feasible, and it only made him more confused.
Twenty minutes later, they separated and went back to sleep.
Harry, Ron, and Neville silently took off their robes and put on their pajamas. Dean and Seamus were already asleep.
Harry put his glasses on the bedside table and got under the quilt, but he didn't close the curtain. Instead, he stared at the starry sky outside the window next to Neville's bed in a daze.
He was still thinking about Autumn and what Hermione said to him.
"Good night," Ron said from his right.
"Good night," Harry said. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, he should ask her out.
She might have been expecting him to speak, and she might be angry with him now, or she might be lying in bed, weeping for Cedric.
He did not know what to think. Hermione's explanation seemed to make everything more complicated, not easier to understand.
Think about it, what could they do in a deserted forest, a classroom in the middle of the night, or in an iron pot?
Elwyn and Hermione didn't elaborate, and Harry couldn't figure it out either.
Ron said a lot, but it was obviously not feasible. Autumn didn't seem to be as open as Lavender.
The school should teach this, he thought as he turned over. A girl's mind was at least more useful than divination lessons.
Neville soon fell into a deep sleep. He sniffled in his sleep and heard the cry of an owl in the distance.
Harry dreamed that he was back in the room at the D.A. meeting. It was late at night, and there were only him and Autumn in the room.
Autumn complained that he had tricked her into coming, saying that he had promised her a hundred and fifty pictures of the chocolate frog if she had come.
Harry defended himself, saying that he hadn't.
Autumn cried, "Cedric gave me lots and lots of pictures of the chocolate frog. Look!"
She took handfuls of pictures out of her robe and threw them into the air, and then she was Hermione again.
Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry! I think you'd better give her something else. How about your crossbow? "
Harry argued that he couldn't give the crossbow to Autumn because Umrich had taken it, and it was all absurd.
He had only come to the D.A. room to hang up some Christmas balls in the shape of Dobby's head.
Then the dream came true!
He had thought that it would be the dark corridor and the door again, and that he was starting to get tired of the dream. But it wasn't.
This time, he felt as if he had become Dobby's head. No, it was a hard, spherical statue, or something like that.
He was placed on a dark, cold, and slanted stone. The stone was a rare dark gold, and diagonally above it was a hazy starry sky.
A full moon could be seen in the sky, but it was obscured by dark clouds, and the light was dim.
Harry heard the sound of waves and smelled something fishy. He had thought that it was the smell of the sea, but that wasn't right.
Harry soon realized that it was the smell of blood.
He looked down, and with the help of the hazy moonlight, he could vaguely see that there were many corpses around him. There were those of domestic elves, magical animals, fire dragons, and many humans. They were all coldly laid there, motionless, staring blankly ahead.
The common feature of these corpses was that they were fresh, as if they had just been killed.
They were piled up in front of Harry, as if they were sacrificed to him.
He felt his blood suddenly turn cold. He didn't understand why there were so many corpses here. What was going on in this dream?
He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. Everything around him had become extraordinarily real.
In the sky, dark clouds slowly floated by, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down.
This time, Harry could see clearly. Not far away from him, Lord Voldemort was sitting there. He had originally thought that it was part of the many corpses.
Lord Voldemort's head was covered by a black hood, and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but Harry recognized him at a glance. It was as if he was looking at himself in a mirror.
It was a disgusting sense of familiarity. Harry didn't know why he had this feeling.
Just as he looked at the motionless Lord Voldemort, the scar on his forehead began to hurt. It hurt more and more. This was an ominous sign …
He forced himself to look away. The other corpses in the room were especially clear under the moonlight.
They had all been tortured before they died. The expressions on their faces were extremely twisted, and there were traces of pain. This was a scene that would only appear in hell.
There was a loud noise, but Lord Voldemort still didn't move. Harry hurriedly raised his head.
In the sky, a shadow suddenly appeared under the moon.
Harry swore that he looked at it for a full three seconds before he could confirm what it was. It was a strange ship. The ship's bow was marked by a dragon head statue. The ship's body was slender, and there was a huge mast in the middle with a square sail.
In the sky not far from this ship, there was also an exquisite golden door. The door was carved with complicated patterns. This was the ship that had come out from the door.
This dream was getting stranger and stranger. What was going on?!
Soon, the moon was covered by dark clouds again, and everything became dark.
Harry didn't understand. He had become a statue, and Lord Voldemort was sitting next to him. Around him were corpses that had been tortured to death.
There was also the strange ship that had suddenly appeared in the sky. It gave off an eerie and terrifying feeling.
The uneasiness and doubts grew. Harry wanted to force himself to wake up, but he didn't succeed.
In an instant, he began to clearly feel his breathing. His breathing was heavy. This was really strange. How could a statue breathe?!
As he breathed, something in the flesh and blood around him was slowly sucked over, like a Soul Catcher.
The blood was boiling. Harry could clearly feel that he, or the thing that he had become, was absorbing the essence of the flesh and blood.
His strength seemed to have increased a little. He was stronger than before, and not as weak as before.
Lord Voldemort moved slightly, and a green light began to appear around his body.
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