Chapter 164 Harry's Past

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

"Maybe this is also one of the factors in the decline of the magic world." George murmured.

He then gently took out a black jewel the size of a goose egg from a fine sandal box with a golden silk velvet red backing on the desk. Hold it in your hand, black like the universe, shining like stars, warm like jade, and silky like honey. George had seen many treasures before, but he had never seen such a god.

"Unexpectedly, it actually exists." Holding this magical thing in his hand, it was still incredible. No matter how many myths and legends he has read, when he sees the real things appear in front of him, he is still short of words.

"Knockdown Alley was originally just a game of chess, but I didn't expect the harvest to be amazing. The fate of life is really hard to say." After playing with the gem, George reluctantly put it into the box.

Without the troubles, time flies quickly. Studying with peace of mind, training with peace of mind, Harry fell in love with this relaxed and happy life. Hermione and Ron were also around, and there was no need to see Snape. There was nothing better than this.

As for Malfoy, when he was in the cafeteria, he still encountered it occasionally. He seemed to have discovered what happened last time, and he became more gloomy, but he also reduced the mockery of Harry, which made Harry feel more comfortable.

Gryffindor’s common room is warm and comfortable, but the always burning fireplace makes people feel silent and stuffy from time to time. After finally previewing the homework for the second half of the semester, Harry left the warm lounge and walked out to breathe.

Outdoors are thick snow, active and naughty students will roll snowballs and make snowmen in the open space outside the castle. In the recent silence, everyone’s fear of attacks has also decreased. Except for avoiding the dark corridors and passages, everyone recovered as usual.

Harry wandered around the Gryffindor castle, which looked very different now than usual. Except for the silver clothes, there are no busy students. In the empty campus, there are no going or coming.

In a daze, Harry found that being alone, it turned out that it was not all bad, not all darkness.

When he was with the Dursleys, he was a person from beginning to end, but he also lived in the noise and malice of the Dursleys. And when you are alone, it will not bring him a trace of ease.

It was also darkness and loneliness. Harry's life alone in the past was 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 walking around the house.

When it comes to the college, there are few quiet times, and there are always busy classmates and stern teachers in the college. Not to mention that he was always happy to be with Hermione and Ron. Since this attack, the three of them have been inseparable and rarely separate.

Today, when Harry was wandering in the courtyard alone, stepping on the white snow, there was a cold wind. There is actually some inexplicable pleasure, a kind of relaxed loneliness, a kind of harmless wanton.

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

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

"Speaking of Ginny, it seems that she is not in a good mood during this time. She rarely stays with everyone in the lounge." Harry saw Ginny sitting alone in the hallway, and suddenly realized that everyone was treating this sister. Too lack of care.

Harry was impressed with Ron's sister, not just because she was the only daughter of the Weasley family. Also because Ginny is the Weasley family, the only person who treats Harry specially.

Last year, she saw Harry always blush, she didn't even dare to look at him, and she always stammered when talking to him. She admired Harry, but it was different from Colin Crevey who only cared about the offense she felt. Harry could almost see Ginny's kindness and friendliness to him with his naked eyes.

Compared with the equal treatment of the Weasley brothers, Harry was more difficult to deal with this kind of believing and worship. Because he knew he was just an ordinary person, he was not smart enough compared to Hermione, and not strong enough compared to George. In the legend, it was not him who defeated Voldemort, but his mother.

Harry didn't know how to deal with Ginny's kindness. He tried to tell Ginny that Harry Potter in the story she admired was not him, or even a real existence.

He wanted to be friends with Ginny, just like Hermione Ron. But Ginny didn't seem to wake up from her dream. She had a dream about a hero The hero in the dream was a hero who defeated the most terrifying demon king in the magical world with colorful clouds.

"I am not the hero in the story, but I can be her friend." Harry looked at Ginny's dumb 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? You think I'm the heir of Slytherin." Harry blinked mischievously and made a careful joke, trying to relax Ginny.

It seemed a bit counterproductive, Ginny became more nervous, her face was pale and she trembled slightly, "No, I know you are not the heir."

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

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

Harry reluctantly realized that he was indeed a fool. Not only did he fail to help Ginny, he even frightened her.

"I really am a fool. Even chatting with people scares my friends." Harry said lowly.

He lowered his head and continued to speak plainly about his past, "Although many people seem to know me, my friends have always been few. When I was at the Dursleys, they strictly controlled my actions."

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

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

(To be continued.)