"Shocking! A Single Middle-Aged Man Actually Did Such a Thing by the Lake! "
"Courting Failed to Make Him Have Evil Thoughts,
Sobbing "His/Her" Gender Is a Mystery. "
"The Mystery of the Savior Drowning in the Lake: The Pressure of a Secret Relationship Exposed."
"According to Mr. G, an insider, Harry Potter was infected by Principal Dumbledore's generous speech that night.
He had intended to publicly announce his relationship with Miss H at the ball.
But then she disappeared. Not long after the crowd watched Miss H's dejected figure leave,
They witnessed the shocking scene by the Black Lake … "Ron read the contents of the Daily Hogwarts and laughed.
Harry, who was sitting opposite him, slowly went from not knowing whether to laugh or cry to looking at everything as if he had passed away.
Miss H, who was sitting next to him, sneered and added, "The twins' apprentice, Colin,
Was hawking at the entrance of the restaurant every day with a stack of newspapers.
He doubled the sales of the daily newspaper. It is said that someone even bought three copies at once and read one for himself.
He collected one and gave the owl one to show to his family. "
Very good, Harry had completely ascended to immortality.
Seeing Harry collapse under the chair, Hermione's mood improved a lot.
Then she began to educate Ron. "Don't show off.
See for yourself what the fourth page is! "
"Huh?" Ron shook open the newspaper and turned to the fourth page.
At a glance, he saw a photo that occupied half of the page. In the photo, there were two young men in suits.
They were shaking their heads.
It was as if they were taking drugs.
The bold headline below was: "Love and Obsession: Where Will the Turbulent Youth Go?"
Bang! Ron slammed the daily newspaper on the table.
Harry was startled.
He looked up and saw the red-haired Weisles gnashing his teeth. "Obsession?! Turbulent?! Twins … "Ron seemed to be really angry. After grinding his teeth for a long time, he still couldn't find enough accurate adjectives to describe his two brothers.
Harry pulled out the newspaper from Ron's hand and shook it open. He scanned through the impactful headlines and couldn't help but laugh. "Did Fred and George go to UC or Tencent News to cultivate?"
Hermione looked at Harry with interest. "Aren't you in a hurry?"
Harry was unperturbed. "Do I need to be anxious?"
There was no need. Harry could be considered a celebrity. Ever since he entered the school, he had been providing material for The Hogwarts Daily. He had his own strategy to deal with the public. No matter what they say, I will not move. In any case, the other main character in the rumor had strong public relations skills and held the big trump card of "final grades".
Sure enough, in less than three days, the rumor of Harry disappeared overnight. Even if Harry was sitting in Snape's class, no one dared to mention Harry's name in front of him. They didn't even dare to show a "hurry up" attitude. Therefore, the sullen public turned their attention to the main characters on the fourth page of the news. Slytherin were still calm, but Gryffindor's internal department had almost confirmed the relationship. Every day, someone would come up to Ron and ask, "Hey, how's your progress with Malfoy Junior?" or, "Yo, why are you walking so fast? Are you going on a date with Malfoy Junior?" The lively and optimistic Weisles was so angry that his face darkened. However, rumors were something that few people would listen to seriously. Therefore, Ron had nothing to say to the crowd. He could only walk through the crowd with a gloomy face and maintain a respectful distance from Drac.
Harry watched as Ron asked Neville to pack lunch every day to avoid meeting Drac. He was tired, so he took the lunch box and personally delivered it to the third greenhouse. Ron was lying under the grape trellis. When he saw Harry, he didn't say anything and just took the lunch box and started eating.
Harry sat down beside Ron and looked at his face. "Are you really not going to talk to Drac?"
Ron stuffed a sandwich into his mouth and said in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with Malfoy."
So, he was angry with the twins? Harry observed carefully and felt that it didn't seem like it. He asked directly, "Then what's wrong with you recently?"
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Ron took a deep breath and exhaled. He then said, "I recently found that people like to think about things when they have time. Once they think about things, it's easy to cause problems. So, to prevent myself from making mistakes, I decided to keep myself busy. I'm so busy that I don't have time to think about things …"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Harry was confused by Ron's series of words. He quickly asked, "So, what are you writing about?"
Ron didn't answer but continued, "… Look, this is a new hobby I've recently developed." He picked up the drawing board beside him and handed it to Harry. It was full of paint. It was a mandrake.
To be fair, it was a good drawing. Harry was a little surprised. It turned out that Ron wasn't sulking alone, nor was he throwing a tantrum with someone. He was busy lighting up his skill tree.
"I'm good at nurturing my noble spirit." Ron carried the drawing board and paint on his back. He looked like he was floating in the air.
From then on, Ron, with paint on his body, often appeared in various corners of the Hogwarts. The rumors finally died down. At the same time, the crazy March invaded the Hogwarts. The melted snow turned into a complete spring. The willow sprouts and the fluffy new buds made everyone's heart itch. The messy emotions that had been hidden in winter clothes for three months were smoothed out under the warm sunshine, becoming a secret between the eyebrows.
Harry was lying on a small table in the cellar, doing homework that he was always too lazy to do. Drac was opposite him, flipping through the huge Dictionary of Magic Potions as she wrote her thesis. Every now and then, she would reach out to Harry without looking up. "Give me another piece of parchment."
"I haven't heard anything about Malfoga going bankrupt," Harry joked. "How come the crown prince doesn't even need parchment?"
Drac was too lazy to joke with him. She continued to read the difficult scientific names and properties of the potions. Her face, which was always full of sarcasm and arrogance, was now cold and angry.
It was rare to see such an expression in this season. Harry's interest was piqued. "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean what's wrong?" Drac's tone was indifferent. The quill in her hand left a string of neat and smooth handwriting on the parchment.
Harry put down the herbology book in his hand and leaned forward. He smiled sinisterly. "You don't have to be me. I've noticed that your face is flushed, your breathing is labored, and your belt is getting looser. It must be the Red Luan Star. Ah, it's a wish that all the lovers in the world will be together. It's a promise made in my previous life. Don't miss out on marriage … "
A quill flew past a tuft of hair on Harry's head, successfully stopping his mouth of nonsense.
Drac suddenly stood up and put away the books and materials with a cold face. She got up and opened the door to leave, leaving behind a thoughtful Harry and a steady Snape who was still doing his experiment.
"Hey, Professor, what's wrong with Xiaolong?" Harry suddenly felt that he was really old. He was very far away from the petty moods of young people.
However, since it was a matter of young people, it seemed useless to ask Snape. Therefore, Harry put the untouched herbology homework back into his bag in the name of caring about Drac. He planned to ask the magical conch — Comrade Hermione. In the end, he couldn't find her in the library. On the way, he stopped Ginny and asked her, but she also said that she didn't see her. Harry thought that Hermione might have gone to the library of the Union Building. There were few people there, so it was a good place to study. Therefore, he walked out of the castle and planned to go to the hexagon library to look for her.
It was a day when the sky was getting bluer by the day. Along the way, there was a gentle breeze and fine wildflowers. Harry's footsteps became lighter and lighter, almost whistling. While he was still on the gentle slope, he saw Young Hero Hai flying a kite with a group of students by the black lake. He couldn't help but find it interesting and wanted to go over to take a look. Before he reached the sandy ground, Harry saw Ron sitting on the grass and sketching.
The dirty backpack was next to Ron. Judging from the degree of grinding and filth, it seemed that the young man was serious this time. Harry sat down next to Ron and leaned over to see what he was drawing. He found that it was a sketch. The content was the scenery of the black lake, the sparkling waves, the slender weeping willows, and the group flying the kite.
Harry was surprised to find that Ron's drawing skills aside, his accuracy was extremely high. In other words, Ron could accurately draw the knot of the old willow tree on the drawing paper, or capture the expression of a moving figure.
"Amazing …" Harry exclaimed as he picked up Ron's sketchbook and flipped through his past drawings. It seemed that Ron had been sketching by the black lake for a few days. Harry saw a whole stack of "snapshots" of the black lake at different times: dawn, sunrise, noon, evening … Ron had recorded everything that had happened here.
After rubbing the lines with an eraser, Ron took down the latest one and handed it to Harry. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the grass. The grass that was no longer as soft and tender tickled Ron's back through his shirt.
"It's sunny, how nice …" Ron said inexplicably as he squinted his eyes slightly, turning the golden sunlight into a thick red color through his eyelids.
However, Harry, who was flipping through the drawings, didn't say anything. Instead, he repeatedly looked at a few drawings and carefully compared them. At the same time, confusion and surprise rolled through his green eyes and finally turned into deep annoyance.
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