Chapter 449: Ignorance and Impulse

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! As Christmas gets closer, Hogwarts, as in previous years, with the help of pine trees and various magical decorations , spreading the festive atmosphere throughout the castle.

No matter how many people suffer, as long as there are people alive, there should always be a little more optimism about the situation.

In fact, even Maca, in his heart, really wanted to enjoy it. This gradually lively festive atmosphere can really warm people's hearts.

But it's a pity that his joy can only be stored in his stomach for the time being, because Luna can finally bid farewell to the ward.

For the sake of the safety of Hogwarts in the future, he had to go to the secret island again. And walking with him, of course, Hermione and Luna.

On the Saturday when the three of them left, something strange and interesting happened.

"Oh—Harry? Why did you get up so early? We practiced until midnight yesterday. Why are you so energetic?"

In the boys' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, Ron seemed to be awakened by some small movements. He struggled to open his eyelids, and suddenly felt a tingling numbness in his eyeballs.

As he said, after the party ended last night, he and Harry spent a long time pondering in the dormitory with their companions—there were too many materials Maca sent them!

The lack of sleep time made it difficult for him to open his eyes, and he became teary within a few seconds.

"No, I don't think I'm in good spirits...don't worry about me, just keep sleeping! Today is Saturday."

Harry half-sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands propped on the quilt beside him, staring out the window in a daze.

This time he was actually not worried about those dark things, and he was no longer even worried about his lack of strength. As for having nightmares, or the pain of the scar on his forehead, with the progress of his Occlumency Technique, it has long since disappeared.

So, what happened to me?

Harry felt a little confused in his head, and he found that he seemed to feel some kind of inexplicable anxiety from time to time recently, as if there was something he should have done that hadn't been done yet.

Because the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand, Harry subconsciously sighed.

"Hey, buddy!" Ron squinted, exhausted from lack of sleep, "I think something is wrong with you, what's the matter? I can't sleep anymore, you can't be sleepy? I I advise you to speak up if you have something to say, don't hold yourself back in your heart—"

"No, it's not." Harry quickly waved his hands, "I'm really fine, but I always feel uneasy. I don't know why."

"Hmm... really?" Ron blinked his eyelids vigorously, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his pajamas, "Maybe it's because you didn't sleep well? I remember I heard someone say that if a person is tired If you don't have a headache, you will easily lose sleep. You see, you have been studying non-stop these days, haven't you?"

"Hmm... that sounds a bit reasonable," Harry scratched his scalp vigorously, then pushed back the quilt and got in, "Then I'll see if I can sleep a little longer..."

The fireplace in the bedroom is still beating flames, making the indoors and the outside seem to exist in two different worlds. This warmth is actually very conducive to falling asleep.

For example, Ron—although he was still a little worried about Harry's state, but after staring at Harry's bed for a short time, the boundless drowsiness pulled him into sleep again.

However, Harry, who was curled up under the blanket, kept his eyes wide open. After trying again, he finally sat up abruptly.

"...No, I really can't sleep at all."

In order to prevent waking Ron up again, Harry turned over carefully and got out of bed. After carefully putting on his thick robes, he tiptoed out of the bedroom door.

As soon as he came outside the dormitory, he was immediately enveloped by the sudden drop in temperature, which made him shiver uncontrollably. After tugging at the scarf vigorously, he sighed in clouds of white mist, shrunk his neck and walked towards the common room.

In this kind of cold weather, and during the weekend, it is indeed rare for students to get up early in the morning. Although the sun had already jumped over the mountain top in the east, Harry didn't see anyone along the way.

Of course, it would be scary if you really saw "half" people!

After glancing left and right in the deserted common room, Harry simply decided to go for a walk outside the castle or something. When he came back, he would probably be able to go directly to the auditorium for breakfast.

As soon as he was outside, Harry immediately noticed that the snow on the ground had thickened again. It seemed that the heavy snow last night might not have stopped until almost dawn.

The soft snow crunched on it, making people want to step on it a few more times.

Harry didn't know where he was supposed to go for a walk either - he was already kind of regretting it, to be honest. The temperature outside here was lower than he had imagined, and soon he was so cold that his ears turned red.

It's just that since it's already out, let's take two steps! If you turn your head away like this, you will only make yourself feel stupid.

However, after Harry wandered aimlessly for a while, he found that he had inadvertently reached the gate of the West Tower.

Just when Harry raised his neck and looked blankly at the owl shack on the top of the tower, he suddenly had a vague understanding of what he was anxious about.

"Oh... Qiu."

He murmured the name softly, but immediately after that, there was a burst of heat behind his ears.

He thought he knew that the gentle and beautiful brunette had someone he liked, and he shouldn't think about it any more. He also remembered that he seemed to have started dating Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff during the last school year's Triwizard Cup.

Cedric is a nice guy, nice to everyone. But at the same time, that big boy was obviously more mature than himself and more popular.

Seriously, he and Cho really fit together—they were both very conspicuous, brilliant students.

But……

"Qiu and Cedric...has their relationship been finalized?"

Harry felt he couldn't stop himself from thinking that, because he didn't know yet, so unconsciously he wished the answer would rest on some lesser possibility.

"...Should I go to her to confirm?" He couldn't help talking to himself, "Or should I ask someone else first?"

As soon as this idea popped out of his head, he found that he couldn't restrain himself. Not long after, he suddenly turned around and walked quickly towards the main castle.

Asking Ron was a no-go, because Harry felt his cheeks burn just by imagining it. But if you choose someone other than Ron, it seems even more difficult to say it.

After all, this was the first time Harry had this feeling, green and clumsy, as if his tongue would tie up after half a word with others.

He stood in the foyer, staring at the Christmas trees that flanked him, and as soon as he hesitated, time flew by.

There were more little wizards coming and going in the hall, and most of them had just come out of the dormitory, and were heading to the auditorium in twos and threes.

"I have to ask someone... I have to ask someone..."

Harry pretended to be admiring the trinkets on the Christmas tree, even though he didn't realize that he had been in front of the same Christmas tree for a good hour!

"...Who should I look for? Anyone can do it... No, I have to find someone from Ravenclaw... Why are we all together, it is best to find someone who is alone... Well, boys are not suitable, right? Qiu They are so popular, they may not tell the truth... have to find girls who are alone..."

Every time he focused his gaze on a person, a reason for denial would involuntarily pop up in his heart.

As time passed bit by bit, just as he moved his eyes to the "next target" again, he suddenly saw Qiu's figure on the other side of the stairs.

"Oh—seems like she's always with friends," Harry moaned suddenly inwardly. "No, it's because she's so popular that she always has friends around. But in this case... ah !"

Suddenly, Harry seemed to have finally realized something, and he froze in place.

"Even if I muster up the courage to ask her directly, how should I ask her?" Harry half-opened his mouth, with an embarrassed expression, "Just ask 'Are you with Cedric?', how can she ask her?" Don't you understand everything right away? You have to...you have to be a little more tactful..."

"Oh—good morning, Harry!"

Just as he was confused about how to speak, Qiu and her good friends had already walked to the corridor not far from here.

Qiu is also a member of the group, and although the two barely spoke during the training activities, the relationship between them is obviously enough for Qiu to take the initiative to say hello.

"Ah! Yes, yes," Harry suddenly came back to his senses, but then he was a little flustered, "Good morning! Well, that's right!"

"Well," Qiu looked at the Christmas tree in front of Harry, and then smiled softly, "It's Christmas again, how time flies! It feels like graduation is just around the corner..."

"Oh, yes..." Harry replied vaguely, but his heart was overwhelmed, and he couldn't calm down at all, "No, I just want to say...we have to cherish every day, every person, right?"

"You're right." Qiu nodded, "Aren't you leaving? Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Yes... no, no! I... I'll go in a moment..."

Seeing what Harry said, Qiu didn't care. She just nodded again, said goodbye to Harry, and walked across the hall with her friends.

"...Look at him, dumbfounded..." When the girls left together, another Ravenclaw girl next to Qiu laughed and whispered to her companion.

But at this moment, Harry seemed to have just woken up, and suddenly walked a few steps over there. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.