Chapter 893: Inconsistent...

As soon as Harry turned around, the person he was most looking forward to was standing in the center of the room, which made him a little panicked and a little happy. However, when Harry saw tears falling down Qiu's face, this kind of joy suddenly changed. Became panic.

"What-?" Harry didn't know what to do.

Autumn just stood there, crying silently.

"What's wrong?" Harry said softly and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to imitate Fanlin's treatment of Hermione, but it seemed inappropriate. Harry raised his hand, feeling a little embarrassed, and Autumn just stood there.

Qiu shook her head and wiped her tears on her sleeves.

"I...I'm sorry," Qiu said vaguely.

"I guess... just... learning these things... it just makes me... wonder if... if he knew this... he would still be..."

Harry's heart plummeted past its usual place, settling somewhere in his stomach. He should know. She wanted to talk about Cedric.

He knew that Cedric liked Qiu very much. If it hadn't been for an accident, there would definitely be Cedric among the current teaching staff. Fan Lin would definitely do this. Harry had no doubt about this.

Then, Qiu is definitely not what he is now. Cedric just gave Qiu a letter and left without saying goodbye under everyone's puzzled eyes.

This has almost become a topic around Hogwarts for a whole year. After all, it involves Harry and Voldemort.

This is an eternal topic in the wizarding world.

The Boy Who Lived, or the grievances between the Savior and the Dark Lord, and Cedric naturally intervened that night and became a victim.

An object that everyone wants to explore and sympathize with.

"He does know these things," Harry said somewhat gravely. "He's also very good at it, otherwise he wouldn't have reached the center of the maze. But if Voldemort really wanted to kill you, there's no hope for you."

There was no hope, Harry couldn't help but think to himself, wasn't he the person Voldemort wanted to kill?

There was also Fan Lin. They had all faced off head-on, but they were all intact. Only Cedric looked no different from dead.

As for himself, Harry knew very well that if it hadn't been for his luck, Fan Lin would have arrived with his wand.

Is that curse called the Flashback Curse?

Or……

Harry couldn't help but hold his wand tightly. Their wands were related, and they seemed to be related, as well as their brains...

In fact, Qiu shuddered involuntarily when she heard Voldemort's name, but Qiu Ren stared at Harry without flinching.

"You survived when you were just a baby," Qiu said quietly, as if asking why Harry was the only one who came back intact.

"Yeah, well," Harry said tiredly, moving toward the door, "I don't know why, and neither does anyone else, but it doesn't look like it's anything to be proud of."

"Oh, don't go!" Qiu said with tears again, "...I...I'm sorry that I made this place so distressed and upset. I didn't mean to..."

Her shoulders shook twice more.

Harry paused, feeling something indescribable, even when her eyes were red and swollen she was still very beautiful.

This made Harry feel very sad. Just "Merry Christmas" would make him feel very satisfied, but he still couldn't help but look forward to it.

What on earth were you expecting?

Harry was at a loss for words, but Cedric's topic was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head.

He couldn't face Cedric. Could it be that Cedric protected him and then had an accident and became...

"I know that must be scary for you," Qiu said weakly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve again.

"I mean, when you face him, there's nothing the guy can do...and Cedric's accident...I guess you just want to forget about it?"

Although Qiu was a bit difficult to say, Harry still understood what it meant.

Harry said nothing; she was quite right, but he didn't feel like he had the courage to say it. He didn't have the courage to face Cedric yet, or really turn Cedric over to the Ministry?

He was just a victim, forced into a bad identity, and Harry knew that.

But autumn...

"You know, you're a really good teacher," Qiu said with a watery smile. "I've never been able to knock anything out with a stun spell before."

"Thanks," Harry said awkwardly, looking up.

Two people know what to say and what not to say. Although this seems like self-deception, if you care about everything...

Why not give yourself a chance?

Harry thought with some ambivalence, maybe...

They looked at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, Harry felt a strong urge to run out of the room, and at the same time, he was completely unable to move his feet.

"Deparasitism," Qiu said quietly, pointing to the ceiling above him.

"Yeah," said Harry. His mouth is very dry. "Although, it's probably filled with elves."

"Elf? What is it?"

"Don't know," said Harry. She moved closer. His head seemed to have been knocked unconscious. "You'll have to ask Luf...no, Luna, I mean".

Autumn made a glide between a sob and a laugh. She was closer to him now. So close that he could count the freckles on her nose.

"I really like you, Harry." Cho said with a wink.

It was as if his heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, Harry couldn't think anymore. A feeling of excitement spread throughout his body, paralyzing his limbs and mind. She was too close. He could see every tear on her eyelashes...

Harry returned to the common room half an hour later to find Vanlin and Hermione sitting in the best seats by the fire while almost everyone else had gone to bed.

Hermione was writing a very long letter that filled half of the parchment and hung from the edge of the table.

Fanlin was lying on the back of the chair, and Harry saw a bunch of shiny things changing constantly in Fanlin's hands. Ron, on the other hand, was sitting at the table, working hard on his Transfiguration homework...

Well, it's perfect...

"What are you doing?" Ron suddenly asked as Harry sat down in the armchair next to Hermione.

Harry didn't answer. He was still in shock and wanted to tell his friends what had just happened, but felt he should take the secret to his grave.

"Harry, how are you?" Hermione asked, staring at him over her quill.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

In fact, he didn't know if he was good or bad now.

One second it was very contradictory, the next second...

Harry's mind was completely blank. In fact, he hadn't thought about what was going to happen until now. (To be continued)