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Chapter 402 Wanting to Become a Savior
Chapter 402 Wanting to Become a Savior
"Harry, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
"Huh?" Harry was engrossed in looking at the spellbook in front of him when he heard Ron's voice. Ron rushed out from somewhere and plopped down on the grass next to Harry.
"What's wrong?" Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "Did you forget to reply to your mother again?"
"No, no, no, no!" Ron looked unwell, nervously wringing his hands as he said, "Spot is gone!"
"Scabbers?" Harry paused for a moment, then remembered that these were Ron's mice—
Could it have been eaten by Hermione's cat?
Almost immediately, Harry thought of Hermione's strange cat named Crookshanks.
"It must have been eaten by Hermione's cat!" Ron screamed the next second. "Crooked Hill, that evil beast always looks at Scabbers with those wicked eyes!"
"It must have succeeded in its plot!"
"That's not necessarily true—" Harry thought for a moment and quickly grabbed Ron's arm: "Maybe it's just sleeping somewhere or something."
"No way!" Ron said, his voice trembling with despair. "Babble loves to sleep in bed with me; it never sleeps on the outside!"
Forehead----
Although it sounded a bit strange, Harry resisted the urge to make a sarcastic remark.
And ultimately, he also believed that Hermione's cat ate Scabbers.
"Why don't you go ask Hermione?" Harry thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry I can't go with you."
"I arranged to meet Cedric here," he said, lowering his voice slightly. "He said he had something to share with me about the match."
"Is that so?" Ron sighed upon hearing this, then slowly clenched his fist. "Banban, I will avenge you—I will make Crookshan pay with his life!"
Thank goodness it was Crookshanks, not Hermione—Harry wondered if it was because he had seen so many strange things, but he actually felt—Ron's words made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Watching Ron storm off, Harry shook his head and continued reading the book in front of him.
He was diligently learning the Patronus Charm—for some reason, ever since he met Lola that day, Harry had felt that his thoughts were a little strange.
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He always thinks of Law for no reason—which isn't a good thing, since I should prefer Professor Hamilton—well, actually neither of these things is a good thing.
Especially since these two things have affected his study of the Patronus Charm, he can't concentrate—he can't stop thinking about Lola and Professor Hamilton's faces as soon as he closes his eyes.
I have to say, upon closer inspection, they really do look quite alike—except for their eye color and hair, their face shapes are almost identical.
Lola had red freckles—and wore large, round-framed glasses—but even so, Harry found her even more adorable.
She was more lively and youthful than Professor Hamilton, and sometimes her shy demeanor seemed...
"Ha—Harry?"
"Hmm?" Just as he was lost in thought, Harry suddenly heard someone calling him.
He raised his head slightly and saw a red-haired figure.
Is it... is it Lora?
Harry blushed immediately at the thought that he had just been thinking about her.
"Ah—um—Lola—good morning?"
"Good morning—good morning." Lola still seemed a little uneasy. She nodded cautiously and then asked, "Are you—are you alone?"
"Hmm—hmm!" Although he didn't know what was going on, Harry felt that this was a great opportunity—rarely, it was just him and Lola.
Hermione and Ron were both gone—and Luna was nowhere to be seen either.
"Then perhaps—" Harry pursed his lips, wanting to say something, when he suddenly saw Lola take a few steps closer.
"What's here?"
"Um?"
Before Harry could react, Lola had already placed her hand on his head.
"Snapped!"
"Ouch!" Harry winced and clutched his head, only to see a somewhat frightened and uneasy Lola, who quickly withdrew her hand.
No way—what's going on here?!
Under Harry's astonished gaze, Lorra pursed her lips and whispered, "I'm...sorry!"
"I just saw—I saw grass on your head—and I was thinking of helping you—taking it off for you or something—"
As she spoke, she opened her palm, revealing a blade of grass and a few strands of hair inside.
Is that so?
It has to be said that Rocco is really clumsy, but he looks cute like this. Although a few strands of his hair were plucked, Harry didn't seem to mind at all.
He thought for a moment, coughed, and said, "Um—Lola, there's something I want to ask you."
"Hmm?" Lora, who seemed about to leave, paused for a moment, then hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Wh-what is it?"
"It's like this—" Harry coughed a few more times, then scratched his face somewhat uneasily and said, "Do you know about the Christmas Ball?"
"Know—to know—"
"If you know—then—then I have a request." Harry felt his face must be red, but at this point—he had to try.
He clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and said, "I want to—I want to invite you to the ball with me."
"That means—that means you'll be my dance partner!" Having said everything that was on his mind, Harry immediately felt much lighter.
Sure enough—I really need to muster up the courage to express my thoughts—
"I'm sorry."
"Huh?!" Harry's face immediately turned pale.
"I already—I already have a date," Lora whispered, counting on her fingers. "And I also—I also—"
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She hesitated for a long time before saying anything more.
"I—I understand."
The world before my eyes suddenly turned black and white. So this is... this is what heartbreak feels like?
Okay—I wasn't actually in a relationship with anyone, but being rejected by Luo so decisively—it's really making me a little sad—
Harry really wanted to sing a sad Muggle song or something—but before he could even open his mouth, he saw Cedric with a slight smile on his face, while Lola was nowhere to be seen.
"Harry!" He raised an eyebrow, walked over, and patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Cedric—you saw it all?" Harry quickly asked the question that concerned him most.
"Hmm...ah..." Cedric replied to Harry with a mischievous grin.
"You should ask me how much I saw," Cedric said with a smile and a shake of his head.
Seeing Harry speechless, Cedric suppressed his smile, thought for a moment, and said reassuringly, "It's alright, Harry, there are plenty of girls out there—some of them will accept your invitation."
"And if I may be so bold—" He paused and lowered his voice, "Miss Lola seems to me to prefer girls a bit more."
"—" Harry felt an even greater blow to him—
"Alright, alright, let's not think about these things anymore." Cedric blinked. "Let's talk about the match—"
"Wait, so do you have a dance partner?" Harry suddenly asked, as if something had occurred to him.
"A dance partner?" Cedric raised an eyebrow. "You're still thinking about something like that?"
"Of course there are."
"Ah—sorry Harry, that's not what I meant!" Seeing Harry clenching his fists in anger, Cedric quickly waved his hands: "What I meant was—"
"Even I have a dance partner, right? You'll definitely have one too, don't worry!"