Chapter 930 (1/2)
”What have I done to Harry?” Hermione said with some embarrassment.
”Oh, no, no, or I'll kill him...” Fanlin said helplessly.
”Just you?” Hermione said scornfully, but then changed her expression of worry.
”What about Harry?”
What about Harry? Van Lim has asked this question many times. In any aspect, because of his intervention, Harry will always change.
However, Harry likes autumn now. There is no doubt that it was written on Harry's face, perhaps for the first time. He didn't know how to make girls happy.
However, autumn is so obvious, you don't care about anything, just go straight up What about
”Autumn!” Harry called in the back, but the door was closed and there was a crisp jingle.
There was silence in the teahouse. Every pair of eyes looked at Harry.
He threw a kingaron on the table, brushed off the pink scraps of paper from his hair, and followed Qiu out of the door.
It was raining hard and she was gone. And he didn't understand what happened. Half an hour ago, they were very happy.
”Woman!” Harry muttered angrily, hobbling down the rain washed street, hands in his pockets. ”Why does she talk about Cedric? Why is she always looking for a topic that makes her behave abnormally
”Are you sure the rain won't go away?” Asked Hermione.
”Well, I made it just now, but it's really raining now. Maybe Harry will like it. We don't have to walk there anyway.” Vaseline said nothing, then threw a jingarong on the table, looked at Harry's running back, two people quickly disappeared in place.
……
Harry turned to the right and ran. The rain splashed on him. A few minutes later, he came to the door of the three brooms. He knew he was too early, but he thought maybe there was someone here to let him pass the extra time. He flicked his hair over his eyes and looked around.
Hagrid was sitting alone in the corner, looking very depressed.
”Hi, Hagrid!” Cried he, pressing through the middle of the table, pulling a chair and sitting down beside Hagrid. Hagrid jumped up and glared at Harry from above as if he didn't know him.
Harry saw two new cuts and bruises on his face.
”Oh, yes, Harry,” Hagrid said. ”How are you?”
”Fine,” Harry lied, but in front of Hagrid, who was injured and sad, he felt he had nothing to complain about. ”Er - are you ok?”
”Me?” Hagrid said, ”Oh, sure, I'm fine, Harry, fine.” He stares at his beer glass, which is more like a barrel, and sighs. Harry didn't know what to tell him. They sat side by side, silent for a moment, and then Hagrid suddenly said, ”we're in the same boat, you and I, right?”
”Er -” said Harry. ”Yes, I said, two hopeless people, like,” Hagrid said, nodding wisely.
”Two orphans, yes, two orphans.” He took a gulp of beer.
”The difference is, is it from a decent family,” he said, ”my dad is decent, your mom and dad are decent. If they were alive, life would be totally different, eh? ”
”Yes, I think,” Harry replied cautiously. Hagrid was in a strange mood.