Extra: Daily Life 1
Harry was texting Queenie under the table while sitting at the Gryffindor table.
—"I've tidied up the bedroom and changed to a bigger bed." Attached is a photo of the new bedroom.
Queenie's university was quite far from her original apartment, so she found another place to live and just moved in today. If their start dates weren't the same, Harry could have decorated with her. However, having a wizard help with the move saved them a lot of time and money.
Harry clicked on the photo and zoomed in. The bedroom was decorated in beige tones, with a light camel-colored carpet on the floor, complemented by off-white furniture and linen curtains. The Queen's Bottle sat on the bedside table, creating a simple and tranquil atmosphere. The bed was indeed very large, and several of Queenie's nightgowns were laid out on it, as if she was struggling to choose which one to wear as her lucky nightgown for her first night in her new home.
As he was thinking this, Queenie sent him another text message, as if she knew what he was looking at.
"Help me choose one."
"Bad student".
Harry wanted to laugh, but the buzzing conversation of his classmates around him made him try to suppress his smile.
—Champagne-colored.
"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin! I wonder how many Slytherins will be sorted this year?" Hermione looked towards the Great Hall entrance. With Voldemort's downfall once again, Slytherin's situation was not good. Most of the Death Eaters came from Slytherin. Although it did not affect the students on the surface, the Slytherins were unusually silent today.
“Maybe none at all.” Ron shrugged nonchalantly, then said excitedly, “Gryffindor might break the record! They might even surpass Hufflepuff!”
Given the Daily Prophet's revelation of details about the final battle at Hogwarts, the Gryffindor trio and the Weasley twins, featured in the report, instantly became stars among the students. For the latter half of the summer vacation, the Burrow was practically flooded with mail—from classmates and unfamiliar young wizards alike. Harry, living in Godric's Hollow and unable to mail due to the Faithful Charm, had his letters sent to the Burrow as well. In short, owls delivered mail daily, and when they went shopping in Diagon Alley before school started, even young wizards asked for his autograph. Ron's vanity was greatly satisfied; it was undoubtedly his favorite summer vacation ever.
“The Sorting Hat doesn’t use ‘worship’ to sort people into houses.”
“But it takes the students’ wishes into account, isn’t that what Harry does?” Ron retorted sharply. “Otherwise, the savior would have come from Slytherin!”
“Well, that makes sense.” Now Hermione was also curious about whether this year’s Gryffindor freshmen would surpass Hufflepuff. It wasn’t that she had a problem with Hufflepuff, it’s just that Gryffindor was always her favorite. Who wouldn’t want their house to grow stronger?
A group of nervous young wizards entered the Great Hall, led by Professor McGonagall. The scene was the same every year. Harry glanced at them and then continued chatting with Queenie.
— "Oh~"
"But you've washed it several times, and it's a bit deformed."
Red immediately crept up Harry's neck and cheeks, and they both knew why it had to be washed off.
Harry pursed his lips and typed quickly.
"Merlin, look! It's Hermione Granger! And Ron Weasley!"
A surprised shout echoed through the Great Hall. The force of the impact hit Ron and then passed to Harry, who was replying to a message next to him. Harry was so jolted that he almost dropped his phone and instinctively looked at Ron.
"Merlin's beard! Harry Potter! I've met Harry Potter in person!"
He was a first-year student, and his excitement was no less than that of Colin back then.
Harry pushed up his glasses. "Uh, hello."
Professor McGonagall, with a stern face, came over and dragged the new student away, warning him to stay put and not run around. But his overly direct gaze made Harry a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but hide behind Ron.
He continued to peek at his phone and saw that Queenie had sent another new message.
"—Did you secretly read my novel? Buying clothes for me to wear and then taking them off one by one by yourself? Is it okay to think about these things at the opening ceremony? Let me remind you, students' main job is to study, don't keep thinking about those lewd things."
What?
Harry scrolled through the chat history and realized that he had sent the text message before finishing typing it after being bumped into.
"I'll buy it for you! @#￥%&*..."
...He wasn't thinking about anything lewd!
Harry paused his typing again; damn it, he really thought so now.
He deleted all the edited text.
"My dear, we are of one mind."
The Gryffindor common room was even more lively in the evening than the night after winning the House Cup.
The Weasley twins had graduated, and the trio was showered with everyone's enthusiasm. Even before going to bed, Ron was still talking to Neville and the others about the final battle—he hadn't gotten tired of it after a month, and Harry thought he might talk about it forever, perhaps as a regular Christmas tradition.
When Ron finally finished his business and came out after washing up, he found his good brother doing some strange things on the bed, sometimes lying down and rising and falling, sometimes lying down and then sitting up again.
"What are you doing?"
"exercise."
"For Quidditch?"
“Yes.” Harry didn’t explain further; he couldn’t explain it to someone who didn’t have a girlfriend.
"Oh, I want to try it too!"
After doing only a few, Ron simply lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Harry persevered and finished the task, then rested for a while before falling asleep.
The first lesson of the new school year was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Snape became the professor of this course as he wished. Moreover, given Voldemort's death, the curse of a maximum term of one year was broken.
Absolutely terrible.
But considering the dangers Snape faced and the contributions he made, his gloomy face didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.
Yeah, right.
He lost ten points in Gryffindor in less than five minutes of class!
According to procedure, he should be in Azkaban right now, since Malfoy and the others haven't been released by the Ministry of Magic yet. However, Dumbledore strongly vouched for him, claiming that he was a spy sent by the Order of the Phoenix, and that he himself was not popular among the Death Eaters—which is beyond doubt, Snape would never be popular anywhere—so he became the first Death Eater to be freed.
The Daily Prophet portrayed him as a heroic figure who endured hardship and humiliation, and Snape had to burn countless letters praising him delivered by owls every day with a sour face.
Harry's feelings for him were a bit complicated; he... well, he liked his mother...
Harry used to stare directly at Snape to express his anger and defiance, but now he mostly focuses his gaze on Snape's hooked nose, feeling guilty about the fact that Snape had been an undercover agent for his mother for over a decade.
His behavior angered Snape even more, and all the points deducted from Gryffindor were pinned on Harry.
“That’s not fair!” Hermione whispered. “Your Defense Against the Dark Arts is an O! What reason does he have to deduct your points?” Any other professor would have given Harry twenty points by now! Incidentally, at Dumbledore’s request, Snape set the standard for advanced classes at an E or higher in OWLs, and Hermione naturally took the course as well.
“You heard me, because I disrespected the professor.”
"He's really sensitive."
"Gryffindor loses two points because Miss Granger was whispering to each other."
Hermione felt a lump in her throat, her face flushed with anger, but Snape was telling the truth, and she was in the wrong.
Seeing Hermione's angry yet hesitant demeanor, Snape's anger, fueled by Harry's composure and avoidance, subsided slightly. He cheerfully tossed his robes and turned to look for the next point of contention.
Ah, Weasley it is.
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