Harry spent some time thinking about how to win over time,
But the rest of the people only saw him slowly stuff Ginny's hand, which was outside the blanket, into the blanket, and then take off the paper rose that the nurse had pinned to the girl's hair,
He placed it on the table and was in a daze for a while.
The world was used to speaking obscurely, and Ginny was obviously infected with this bad habit,
So..,
Harry pondered for a long time,
He didn't understand how he was going to win over that time prisoner who was only thinking about suicide. Especially since the Oulopolos had already become a prisoner, Harry didn't have a bargaining chip to exchange with him.
In fact, Harry didn't have any bargaining chips in his hands.
But meeting Ginny still solved some of Harry's doubts,
Since the river crossers were indeed just river crossers,
Then the river was something else,
Then Harry's conjecture might be true..
When they left the hospital, the light snow outside had already stopped, and there were ruts left on the main road,
But it wasn't dirty,
Harry touched his nose and felt a little cold. He couldn't help but smile. "Looks like tomorrow's party will be very interesting."
Snape glanced at him,
He reached out and pulled the scarf wrapped around the boy's neck so that it could cover the lower half of the boy's face.
Harry exhaled hot air,
His eyes, which were exposed outside the scarf, stared at Snape with bright eyes.
It was just as Harry had guessed,
The snow was neither too big nor too small, and it just happened to brush the town white.
So at the ball the next day, people could not only enjoy the snow, but also wear the prepared dresses without shivering. Under the sparkling lights, the dance skirts and dance steps kept spinning, and the snow that was deliberately kept outside the venue was also raised and fell in the playfulness.
To Hermione's surprise, Harry actually planned to attend the ball. "I thought you were going to take a break."
"Christmas is not to be missed!" Harry said solemnly as he rummaged through the wardrobe.
Hermione remembered Harry's special feelings about Christmas and didn't say anything until she saw Harry take out something from the wardrobe. She gasped, "... are you going to wear this to the masquerade ball?!"
Harry held the Uncanny Joe uniform and grinned. "What's wrong? I quite like being the Uncanny Joe. "
Hermione narrowed her eyes and then chuckled. "Guess what — I like it too."
After Harry left, "Uncanny Joe and his friends" did not disband, but the leader became Hermione. The young wizards cooperated seamlessly under Snape's training and really saw the high standards and strict requirements of the former Death Eaters. It was because of this that this underage team was able to become a force of their own under the attack of the New X-Men and the Batmen.
Hermione and the others were not proud of this, it could be said that this was the result of their own efforts. After Harry left,
Harry obviously recognized them, so he held the Uncanny Joe uniform a few times and then smiled. "Maybe the Uncanny Joe and his friends can show their faces in front of the public? Anyway … "Anyway, everything would be restarted tomorrow.
In the end, in addition to "Uncanny Joe and his friends," the X-Men and the Batmen did not want to be left behind. They directly put on their night uniforms and caused a lot of commotion at the ball. The small town reporters, who were already very sensitive to the true identity of the masked vigilantes, wanted to rush into the campus, but they were stopped by the guards arranged by Charles. They could only rack their brains to find the most eye-catching "guesses" to fill the pages of tomorrow's headlines. But who cares about tomorrow?
In the hall, there was a brief and subtle confrontation between the vigilantes in strange costumes and the ordinary students, but in the end, they blended together. There was no other reason — many of the ordinary students had disguised themselves as the vigilantes. At a glance, Harry saw no less than ten Batmen. When he pointed them out to his friends one by one, the corner of Raccoon Man's mouth twitched as he told him, "… Three of them are actually Uncanny Joe." It was just that Uncanny Joe was indeed more "low-key," so in the eyes of the public, his appearance was a little different from the original.
So when Harry sat at the round table looking for pudding to eat, a high school student came over and asked directly, "Student, are you also a fan of Batman?"
"…" Harry pointed to the question mark above his head. "No, I am Uncanny Joe."
The senior student, who was wearing a self-made tights, did not seem to notice the difference between "I am" and "I am cosplaying." He just scratched his head regretfully and said, "Oh, I wanted to remind you that your Batman uniform is not standard."
Harry smiled awkwardly and glanced at the Batman fan a few times. He found that the Batman fan's uniform did not seem to be "standard," so he asked, "Who are you cosplaying as? Green Lantern? "
"Who is Green Lantern?" The Batman fan was curious, and then he puffed out his chest and said, "No, I am a masked vigilante who works alone. I am Seabee King. By the way, this is my contact information …" Seabee King handed over a simple business card and said seriously, "If you run into any trouble, you can contact me directly."
Harry saw that the Seabee King had a business card as thick as a deck of poker cards in his pocket. It looked like he was going to give it out at the venue. He was speechless for a moment. After Seabee King left, Harry took the pudding to his friends and told them about the matter. Drac rolled her eyes and said, "I have seen the person you are talking about when I was on night patrol. His skills are average, but he can take a beating."
Harry was shocked — so they had crossed paths before?
Hermione slowly added, "I have not crossed paths with Seabee King directly. I have only crossed paths with Hitgirl."
Harry was even more shocked — so it turned out that there was more than one original character? It seemed that the value of Hermione and the others' efforts had exceeded Harry's expectations. The half-true and half-false news, the urban legends, and even the wanted posters posted all over the town …
Before he could digest the news, a burst of powerful music suddenly burst from the center of the venue, followed by enthusiastic cheers. Harry looked back and saw that it was indeed the twins standing next to the band. And on the dance floor, whether it was the masked vigilante, cosplay enthusiast, or ordinary student, they had already become partners with the rhythm.
"Let's go?" Raccoon Man reached out to White Weasel Man.
White Weasel Man raised his chin and followed.
Hermione no longer cared about Harry. She looked around and saw Weisles San, who was wearing a suit not far away, hesitating. She left Harry and walked over.
Harry put down the pudding plate and looked at Panda Man, who was left behind, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Neville sat down silently and pulled a dozen plates in front of him, indicating that he was busy and that they should not ask him to dance. Harry nodded with satisfaction, picked up a hat from the table, and put it on. Then he ran all the way to the venue, happily raised the hat to greet everyone in the venue, and then threw it to the ground, took off a glove, and did a not-so-skillful moonwalk, which caused a burst of good-natured cheers and whistles.
The song was a song that this generation was familiar with, and the dance was a dance that this generation could imitate one or two movements on the street. There was no need to lead the dance, and the dance team automatically lined up in the venue. Drac and Ron were among them, occupying a rather conspicuous position. Harry followed Pietro, who was in front of him, for a while, and could keep up with the movements. Then he turned around and found that the "King of Flatlands" was right next to him. This big brother's movements were clumsy, and he was dancing with vigor.
Harry laughed, and then his eyes swept across every shining face, on the stage, off the stage, familiar, unfamiliar, and every shining face, and he could not stop smiling until he was sweating at the end of December, until the music changed to the next song, until he squeezed out of the crowd and threw himself into the arms of a black-clothed professor at the edge of the venue.
Snape caught him and immediately noticed that Harry was hot all over, and his heartbeat was different from before. His first reaction was to check his body, but Harry shook his head and stopped. He just grabbed Snape's arm and buried his head in his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat like a drum.
Some kind of power, some kind of power, was beating Harry's heart, just like Michael Jackson's music, just like the stories of the masked vigilantes. This kind of power could cross man-made barriers and boundaries, connect people to each other, unify actions with actions, and converge choices with choices.
This power beat Harry's heart like a series of drumbeats, rapid and powerful, as if it would never stop. Harry closed his eyes and listened for a while, only to feel that there was a beast with wings trapped in his chest. After a long time, he opened his eyes again and looked up at the night sky.
No snow fell, no starlight fell, only a deep darkness, as if there was an invisible barrier in the air that separated the lively fireworks of the human world from the cold and lonely heaven.
The ink melted and dripped on the boy's glasses.
He wiped it with his finger and was stunned. "It's going to rain."
That night, the rain and snow didn't fall. Only the wind blew through the night, sweeping away another Halloween and Christmas. It wasn't until the next morning that the rain poured down. The moment Harry heard the sound of rain, he realized that something was wrong.
After breakfast, Hermione and the others stepped on the steps in front of Snape's house. Everyone was wearing trousers splashed by the rain, and the porch was soon soaked by the soles of everyone's shoes and umbrellas.
Ron wiped Drac's hair with a towel and showed off. "Learn from me and roll up your trousers!"
Derek pushed him away and looked at the Weasley boy's bare calves in disgust, as well as his wet trousers that went all the way to his knees.
Harry made tea and asked Drac if she wanted to wear his trousers.
Drac looked at Harry and gestured at the tip of her nose, then shook her head silently.
It took Harry a moment to realize what Derek meant, and he bared his teeth.
Everyone was depressed when a few more people came in from the porch, led by two red-haired teenagers. Their faces were exactly the same, even the freckles on the sides of their noses were exactly the same.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then shouted in unison, "Fred and George!"
The twins raised their arms and smiled in the same way. "Welcome back!"
Ron walked up to the twins and quickly patted them up and down. After confirming that they were his real brothers, he laughed and hugged them. "Merlin, you've finally changed back!"
Another person standing behind the twins smiled and said, "In fact, I've changed back too."
"Remus!" This time, it was Harry who put down the teapot and pulled the werewolf back.
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