Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 357 The Slug Club
The atmosphere in the box became less favorable.

"Aren't you going to catch up?"

"Forget it, if she sees so many people trying to block me, it will definitely get worse."

Two responses sounded at the same time.

"What a vision."

"What a fool you are!"

The dejected Harry and Ron, who had just praised him, looked at Hermione at the same time.

Hermione said angrily, "Is this how Jangjan taught you?"

"He never tells me what to do with this kind of thing." Harry said with a confused look on his face, "Did I do something wrong? Otherwise, what should I do?"

"Didn't you see it?" Hermione questioned, "As you get along longer and longer, you have to keep hiding it from her—how long do you think you can hold on? The most important thing is , I feel that before you can't hold on, she will be the first to be unable to hold on, thinking that you don't trust her. "

"But there are some things I can't tell her." Harry also started to get angry: "Those need to be kept secret, who else can I tell besides you?"

"It really touched me to hear that from you, man," interrupted Ron.

"Yeah." Hermione said sarcastically: "You trust us more than your girlfriend—do you think any girlfriend would be so tolerant? Instead of thinking that you are deliberately staying away from her?"

"I didn't." Harry was stunned: "She thinks so?"

"It sounds reasonable." Ron interjected again: "Anyway, I'm starting to feel a little awkward, or you should catch up and have a look."

There was no way, Harry could only regain his composure, planning to chase him out and have a good talk with his first girlfriend.

Once in the hallway, Harry felt the spotlight again.He deliberately walked quickly, thinking in his heart what these people would think of him?They definitely don't know the embarrassment in their hearts at this moment - don't they think that he is going to play another game?Or maybe a fan meeting on the train?
Like Lockhart?
Will someone suddenly jump out with a camera in hand?
Harry's mind was full of strange ideas, and he didn't even notice that he stopped looking at the boxes on both sides, and just walked forward with his head buried.

"Harry?"

"Hey, Luna, hello and, hey, Ginny."

The box door on one side opened suddenly, and Luna was standing at the door staring at him, and Ginny was sitting inside, biting a chocolate frog angrily—it was probably a snack that Luna brought her.

"Little guy, where are you going? Is there a parade? Or is there a fan meeting?" Luna whispered with the notebook in her arms.

"I didn't," said Harry, embarrassed and annoyed.

"What a pity, I thought I'd be able to see this scene." Pandora said regretfully, "By the way, you'll be able to find Qiu soon after walking forward. She looks very sad."

"Oh, thank you." Harry didn't know what to do, so he could only continue walking in a panic.

Sure enough, after walking for a short distance, Harry found Qiu, and there were a bunch of other girls chattering non-stop in the box, seemingly trying to comfort her.

"Look who is here." A girl spotted Harry: "Let me just say, he will definitely come to you—let's go out first, and give them this place."

"Hey, Harry."

"You did really well at the World Cup."

"I was there at the time."

"Thank you, thank you." Harry could only endure these uncomfortable compliments in silence, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. It seemed that one of the girls winked at him a few times, which made him look confused.

After all these people had left, Harry walked into the box and closed the door softly.

He looked at the seat next to Qiu, and after careful consideration, he finally didn't dare to go over and chose to sit on the seat opposite her.

"just."

"Can you not talk for now? It's hard to get quiet now."

Harry couldn't help looking at Qiu's gaze—she was leaning against the car window, staring intently at the scenery outside the window.

The train has been running for a long time, rows of houses pass by, and finally come to the endless wilderness, the sky in the distance is blue like the color of forget-me-not flowers, and the weather is surprisingly clear.

Harry thinks it's a really good season to be in love.

Qiu seemed to think so too.

She said slowly: "I have imagined this scene many times before I came here. You and I will sit in the same box to go to school, and you will share with me your experiences during the holidays-and I will share your experience." Mine. You know what? My parents have been raving about you, they've mentioned you multiple times while on vacation."

"Then they know?" Harry asked hesitantly, "Do they know we're together?"

"Not yet." Qiu turned her head and stared straight at Harry with her beautiful eyes: "Do you think I should tell them, Harry? Is it appropriate to say such a thing to them?"

Harry's answer was almost blurted out, but he always felt that Qiu's words had a deeper meaning, and for a moment he was at a loss for what to do.

"Sorry, Harry," Cho said suddenly.

Well, this time Harry couldn't figure it out at all.

"What are you sorry for?" He asked in surprise, "Obviously I should—"

"That's not the case." Qiu shook his head and said, "It's because I didn't understand my position in your heart. After all, you think that Weasley and Granger are much earlier than me, and you choose to hide some things from me. There is nothing wrong with it. Everyone needs secrets. Moreover, those people just said when they comforted me, it is my luck to have a boyfriend like you. You have no idea how many people are staring at you, even if you don’t Quidditch girls—"

"It's not my fault!" Harry finally couldn't help it. "I didn't mess with anyone, and I didn't want to be blocked in the train - I wish those people would bother Cedric. He doesn't have a girlfriend. And what secrets are you talking about, I... I just need time."

He became embarrassed again.

"You think so?" Qiu asked.

Harry didn't know what words he said reached Qiu's heart. Compared with just now, her eyes now became brighter.

"Of course." Harry seized the opportunity and said, "Of course I think so. If you don't believe me, you can ask—forget it, you don't seem to like them."

He was about to mention Ron and Hermione, but stopped in time.

"I only have some doubts." Qiu said, staring at Harry without blinking: "Can you assure me that there is nothing between you and them?"

"Do you know how awkward this sounds?" Harry said with strange eyes. He is now a little sure that this matter seems to have nothing to do with the secret. There is progress beyond friendship.

"Me and Hermione have nothing, I promise, it's true."

Perhaps it was because the strange expression on Harry's face was so convincing, Qiu Zhanyan smiled, and Harry silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about Weasley?"

"Huh? Which Weasley? Ginny? I thought you didn't care, and I've moved out of the Burrow and now I'm living with Gjen."

"That's all right." Qiu seemed to finally heave a sigh of relief.

Harry looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, feeling more and more something was wrong in his heart, and suddenly turned his head to look at Qiu, she had guilt written all over her face now.

"You mean Ron!" said Harry in shock.

"I didn't!" Qiu subconsciously said.

"No, you actually suspect that I like Ron?!" Harry still couldn't believe it.

"Keep your voice down." Qiu Yong begged, "I'm going to be heard by others—I just think you are too close, and even moved to his house."

Harry burst out laughing out loud.

"No, I have to tell them quickly, I'm so funny, I can't be the only one who knows."

"Don't go, don't go—"

Qiu hurriedly stood up and tried to stop Harry, but she might have used too much force, and she accidentally fell down on the seat on the same side of the box as Harry.

The two of them stared at each other intently, Qiu's face was flushed, and Harry gradually restrained the smile on his face.

He doesn't know when is the best time for a first kiss.

But he was very sure in his heart that it should be now.

He slowly moved his head closer, and Qiu had already closed his eyes nervously.

"I've come to deliver these to--ah!"

A girl in the lower grade just opened the door of the carriage and ran out screaming. The things in her hand fell on the floor, which were two invitation letters.

Harry almost jumped out of the seat like a spring, and several curious heads had protruded from the door. He quickly picked up the things that had fallen on the ground, closed the carriage door, and covered the curtain tightly.

"Here, this should be yours." He said as naturally as possible, and handed one of the letters to Qiu.

Qiu, who also pretended nothing happened, took it and opened it with Harry.

[Harry:
I would be very happy if you could have lunch with me in box c.

your faithful
hef professor slughorn]

"Slughorn?" Harry asked puzzled, "Who is this?"

"I seem to have heard of this name before." Qiu said with some uncertainty.

"I remembered!" After a few seconds, she began to say in surprise: "Horace Slughorn! He was the Head of Slytherin House when Professor Highmore was in school!"

"He is actually such a powerful person." Harry took it for granted.

"Then are you going to go?" Qiu asked worriedly.

"Of course I'm going." Harry put away the invitation and said, "I'll meet you at school sooner or later anyway. But before that—"

He made an impulsive behavior that he had never thought of in his entire life. He pulled Qiu suddenly, and pressed his lips on the other's lips. Qiu's eyes widened in surprise, and his mind was still blank until he separated from Harry. .

"Gjean told me that boys should take the initiative."

Harry said breathlessly, as if he had just run a marathon.

Qiu nodded blankly, and was led out of the box by Harry's hand. He was met with countless curious eyes, some envious, but most of them were jealous.

This can be regarded as a fan meeting in disguise.

It wasn't until they were about to arrive at the compartment in the invitation that Qiu gradually came to her senses, and she said in shame and annoyance, "Why—"

"Tell your parents." Harry turned around and said, "Tell them that Harry Potter is your boyfriend."

Two voices, one left and one right, sounded at the same time.

"Wow - Fred!"

"what happened?"

"Tell your parents?"

"Tell them what, dear?"

"Of course it's your boyfriend's name, the famous lover - Harry Potter!"

"Shut up, you two!" Qiu blushed angrily.

"Oh, dear." Fred pretended to be very weak; "Look at her, you have to help me out."

"No problem!" George pretended to be very burly: "But how do you want to fight the lover, kiss? Come on, Harry!"

A group of people came to Box C with a fight - except for Slughorn, there were already people here.

Cedric sat obediently inside, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"You're all here." Slughorn jumped up when he saw them. "I was just listening to Mr. Diggory tell the story of the game - boys, sit down - Harry, you sit down." At this."

He pointed to the position next to him, which was obviously the most valued.

Several people looked at each other silently, and they seemed to be everything.

Slughorn did exactly that, saying with a smile: "I think this should be a special event - dedicated to celebrating our great players, don't you think so, Harry?"

Harry just nodded.

"Eat, boys." Slughorn greeted them warmly: "Would you like a quail?"

Harry accepted, flattered.

"Why are you so comfortable?" Fred asked Cedric on the other side.

"What?" Cedric asked back. "Do you like being surrounded by a lot of girls in a box? It makes me feel like I am in a zoo. Only I am in and they are outside."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"We were indeed surrounded."

"But there are no girls, they are all brats."

"Then I envy you all." Cedric said indifferently.

"So, you're together?" Slughorn on the other side quickly noticed the strangeness between Harry and Qiu, and he said with great interest, "Is it the sparks from the collision during the match?"

"That's what happened, sir." Harry accepted the winking from the twin brothers calmly, and he said calmly, "To be precise, it was actually when we held the celebration banquet."

"Wonderful, really wonderful." Slughorn said with emotion: "It's nice to be young-maybe you don't know, one of my students was also very obsessed when he was in school-but it wasn't for someone, but Ancient magic."

"I'm sure you already know him—Toby Highmore, one of my favorite students, maybe one of them has to be removed."

Without a doubt, this is the most suitable topic for students.

They pricked up their ears.

Finally got a chance to hear Professor Highmore's school days?
(End of this chapter)