Chapter 164 Harry's Past

Chapter 164 Harry's Past

Therefore, for a world that is competitive but not friendly enough, preventing others from progressing and preventing others from progressing is sometimes a very effective and correct means of competition.

"Perhaps this is also a factor in the decline of the wizarding world," George murmured.

He then gently took out a black gemstone the size of a goose egg from a fine sandalwood box with a golden velvet red backing on the desk. Hold it in your hand, black as the universe, shining as stars, warm as jade, smooth as honey. George had seen many treasures before, but he had never seen such a fetish.

"I didn't expect it to actually exist." He was holding this magical thing in his hand, still inconceivable. No matter how many myths and legends he has read, when he sees the real thing appearing in front of him, he is still at a loss for words.

"Knumpturn Alley was originally just a step of idle chess, but I didn't expect that the harvest would be astonishingly large. It's hard to tell the fate of life." After playing with the gem, George reluctantly put it in the box.

Time flies fast without worries. Peace of mind to study, peace of mind training, Harry fell in love with this relaxed and happy life. With Hermione and Ron by their side, there's nothing better than seeing Snape.

As for Malfoy, when in the cafeteria, I still encounter it occasionally. He seems to have discovered what happened last time, and the person has become more gloomy, but it has also reduced the ridicule of Harry, which makes Harry feel more comfortable.

The Gryffindor common room was warm and comfortable, but the fireplace, which was constantly burning, felt silent and stuffy at times. After finally finishing his homework for the second half of the term, Harry left the warm lounge and came out to breathe.

There is thick snow outside, and active and naughty students will roll snowballs and build snowmen in the open space outside the castle. The quietness of the recent period has reduced everyone's fear of attacks. Everyone went back to business as usual, except to avoid dark corridors and aisles.

Harry wandered around Gryffindor's castle, which looked different than usual. In addition to being wrapped in silver, there are no busy students. In the empty campus, there are no people who are going or who are coming.

In a trance, Harry realized that being alone was not all bad, not all darkness.

With the Dursleys, he was alone throughout, but he also lived in the noise and malice of the Dursleys. And when he is alone, it will not bring him any relief.

It is also dark and lonely. Harry used to live alone, often accompanied by a small and cold wardrobe. When the Dursleys needed to receive guests and needed to go out, they often locked Harry there in order to prevent Harry from moving around the house.

In the academy, there are very few quiet times. There are always busy students and strict teachers in the academy. Not to mention that he was always happy to be with Hermione and Ron. Since the attack, the three of them have been inseparable and rarely separated.

Today was when Harry was alone in the courtyard, stepping on the white snow and blowing a gust of cold wind. There are also some inexplicable pleasures, a kind of relaxed loneliness, a kind of harmless wanton.

He saw an equally lonely figure, a small figure, wrapped in a thick robe, leaning against a pillar, sitting on a chair in the corridor, staring blankly at the snowflakes in the courtyard.

"It's Ginny." Harry stopped gently, wondering if he should go up and say hello.

"Speaking of Ginny, she doesn't seem to be in a good mood these days. She rarely spends time with everyone in the lounge." Harry saw Ginny sitting alone in the corridor, and suddenly realized that everyone was very fond of this sister. Too lack of concern.

Harry was impressed with Ron's sister, not least because she was the only daughter of the Weasleys. Also because Ginny was the only one in the Weasleys who treated Harry specially.

Last year, she would blush when she saw Harry, didn't even dare to look at him, and stuttered when she talked to him.

She adored Harry, but unlike Colin Creevey who was offended by his own feelings. Harry could almost see Ginny's kindness towards him, his friendliness.

Compared to the equal treatment of the Weasley brothers, Harry had a harder time dealing with this kind of benevolent belief and worship. Because he knew he was just an ordinary person, he wasn't smart enough compared to Hermione, and he wasn't strong enough compared to George. And the legend that defeated Voldemort was not him, but his mother.

Harry didn't know what to do with Ginny's kindness, he tried to tell Ginny that the Harry Potter in the story she admired was not him, not even a real being.

He wanted to be as good friends with Ginny as he was with Hermione Ron. But Ginny doesn't seem to have woken up from the dream. She has a dream about a hero. The hero in the dream is an unparalleled hero who defeated the most terrifying demon king in the magic world on the colorful clouds.

"I'm not the hero in the story, but I can be her friend." Harry looked at Ginny's blank and lonely figure, walked over quietly, and sat next to her.

"Harry" Ginny's reaction was still so violent, she trembled slightly and stammered.

"Haha, why are you scared? Don't you think I'm the heir of Slytherin?" Harry blinked mischievously and made a careful joke, trying to make Ginny relax.

Seemingly backfired, Ginny became even more nervous, her face paled and trembling slightly, "No, I know you're not the heir."

Harry realized that he didn't seem to be joking, and immediately remedied, "I'm just joking, don't worry. We're good friends, you can tell us anything."

Ginny bowed her head, bit her lip, and said nothing.

Harry reluctantly realized that he was indeed an idiot, not only did not help Ginny, but even scared her.

"I'm really an idiot. Even chatting with people will scare my friends." Harry said a little lowly.

He lowered his head and continued to talk about his past in a plain way, "Although it seems that many people know me, my friends have always been very few. When I was in the Dursleys, they strictly controlled my actions."

"I'm not allowed to walk around the house, I can't talk to people. When they go out and see guests, they lock me in the closet so I don't mess up their house."

"In primary school, Dudley and his mates bullied the school. They always bullied me, kicked the ball on me, soiled my clothes so that I could continue to be scolded when I got home."

(To be continued.)