Extra: Daily Life 2
Thanks to the Gryffindor trio's valiant performance in the final battle, they received an invitation from Professor Slughorn not long after the start of the school year.
“The Slug Club…is that really what it’s called?” Ron stared at the letter. “I thought I misheard it on the train.”
"What do you think it is?"
"Uh, the thugs' club?"
"..."
“Could it be a club that specifically trains power hitters? Professor Slughorn is of American descent?” Ron was still looking for other possibilities, and the thought of slugs made him want to vomit.
Hermione understood his thoughts, and inevitably recalled the reason he was cursed. She gently comforted him, "Perhaps you can just think of it as the Slughorn Club, after all, it comes from Professor Slughorn's surname."
Harry glanced at the invitation and put it aside, engrossed in his phone like a Muggle youth addicted to electronic devices.
He was browsing Queenie's university's BBS—a BBS he had followed to keep up with her conversations—the post title was unremarkable, just a missing person post, but when Harry clicked on it by chance, it suddenly became extraordinary.
A photo of Queenie is displayed in the main building; it's not very clear, but it doesn't diminish her beauty.
[Subject: Searching the entire school for information about this girl: name, major, year, class schedule... anything is fine! Thank you!]
Ha! Thank you? You're quite polite?
Harry scrolled down the replies with a sullen face, pressing the down arrow key repeatedly.
Guys who always judge by looks.
[In fact, girls also care about looks.]
Afterwards, some people discussed the appearance for more than ten floors.
Does anyone remember the original post? Does anyone recognize this pretty girl?
[Taking photos and posting them on forums without permission is not a good practice.] — Harry liked this post, but it was too mild a word; it's clearly an invasion of privacy.
[I think the poster can give up now. I was in the same class as her once, and I saw her wearing a really pretty emerald hair clip, so I asked her about it. She said it was a gift from her boyfriend, and they seemed to have a great relationship.]
Thank you! You are such a kind and insightful person!
But the poster was clearly confident in himself, and he replied to this comment.
[Judging from your profile, you're a first-year student majoring in Education and Teaching. What's her name?]
Oh no, I forgot to hide the information! And I won't tell you this without your permission.
Okay, but thank you anyway, figuring out my major and year of study was a huge help lol.
Harry couldn't help but scold her for her carelessness—completely forgetting the compliment he had given her ten seconds earlier—she could have easily omitted "having a class in the same classroom" without affecting the central meaning of the sentence! He had to admit that some Muggle college students weren't very good either!
She has a boyfriend! Her boyfriend is a sailor, 6.5 feet tall, with a six-pack, handsome, and already a first mate at a young age. They have a very good relationship!
Harry replied as a tourist and then continued scrolling down.
The subsequent replies were mostly inquiries about the progress of the original poster, but the original poster did not reappear, most likely because they had quietly launched their offensive.
Harry held his breath and checked the posting time; it was just two days ago.
Queenie hadn't mentioned it to him, perhaps nothing had happened... No, he never talked to Queenie about those unpleasant things, like how he hadn't gotten an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts since Snape became the professor. Dumbledore even spoke to Snape about it, but he hypocritically said that the standards for a savior had to be higher than others for it to be fair. Hermione and Ron could only sympathetically suggest that at least Snape wouldn't be an examiner for NEWTs.
Snape hated his father as much as he loved his mother. Harry knew he was suffering in place of his father, but he was still upset, knowing that for a long time, Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of his few bright spots.
Harry took a breath and continued browsing the forum, but found no more similar posts.
He went back to the missing person post and found that the poster had actually replied to him.
It was a photo taken in front of a mirror. The person was shirtless, quite tall, and had a strong physique, but the photo was blurry and the details were not clear. Therefore, the poster thoughtfully attached a close-up photo.
...Damn it, he really has ten abs!
Hermione and Ron had been discussing for a long time, and since they assumed Harry was in contact with Queenie, they didn't disturb him. But when they noticed he looked unwell, they hesitated and asked what was wrong.
Harry stood up and ripped off his school robes and shirt.
Hermione gasped, and Ron quickly covered her eyes. "Dude! You—" he said, looking around as they found a spot under a tree by the Black Lake to kill time during their break. Luckily, there wasn't much of a crowd around.
Harry asked with a dark expression, "How many abs do I have?"
"Huh? Eight...six...?" Ron was uncertain.
“Eight pieces,” Hermione said confidently. “The muscle definition is usually more pronounced in the short term after exercise.” Her eyes were still covered, so she couldn’t tell whether Ron’s palms or her cheeks were hotter.
Ron was incredulous. "...You only glanced at it for a second! And you, put your clothes down!"
As her vision returned, Hermione regained her composure as well. "Is it related to Queenie?"
Harry showed them the post: "A guy with a six-pack wants to date Queenie."
"How much are you asking for? Good heavens, the last time I saw a body like that was Krum!"
Ron was shocked for a moment before realizing who he had just unintentionally mentioned. He and Hermione exchanged a glance, then awkwardly looked away.
Anyway, he's not as good as her boyfriend.
Taking advantage of his status as a tourist, Harry typed the words without any guilt.
That night, Harry snuggled in his bed curtains and called Queenie. He answered almost the instant the phone rang—he had been browsing BBS the whole time.
The two chatted aimlessly for a while. Queenie mentioned that the group leader of a class project bought everyone Americanos, which she found too bitter, but didn't want to refuse the kindness. She finished it in one go and then secretly ordered a caramel latte to feel better. She also mentioned that a jewelry store they passed had new arrivals, and she bought a super pretty star bracelet studded with small diamonds.
Harry listened with nods and groans, but Queenie suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, a classmate told me today that someone on the school forum said I have a sailor boyfriend."
"Hmm?" The appearance of the keyword brought Harry back to his senses for a moment.
"Let me think, what did she say again—oh, my handsome boyfriend is the first mate on the ship, six and a half feet tall, and he has an unusually large six-pack."
"..."
"This definitely isn't about you."
"..."
“I wonder who’s spreading this rumor.” Queenie’s voice sounded troubled. “But the part about the sailor seems somewhat plausible. I asked Emily, and she said it wasn’t her. So who else knows about the sailor? I haven’t mentioned it to anyone. Could it be Hermione or Ron? Hmm? What do you think?”
Harry's gaze sharpened, and he slowly repeated, "You haven't mentioned me to anyone else?"
Queenie seemed not to hear her and continued, "Anyway, I had that friend clarify things for me—I don't use forums."
Harry immediately turned on speakerphone and went to the BBS to check the replies.
Don't talk nonsense. I just asked her, and she said her boyfriend is still a high school student studying in another city. Also, her boyfriend only has eight-pack abs, and they are very much in love.
"Um, what did you just ask me?"
Harry took a deep breath, his face flushing slightly with excitement. "Oh, I—cough, um, sorry, actually I was the one who replied… I was just angry that he took your picture without permission!"
"Oh—hahahaha!" Queenie laughed so hard she fell onto the bed. "I bet it was you. You were determined to make me die of cuteness, weren't you?"
Harry muttered under his breath, "Who knew he actually had a damn six-pack..."
Queenie laughed even harder.
"Wait, you saw his picture too?"
"What's wrong with looking at the photos?" Queenie's voice trembled uncontrollably from laughing so hard. "I'll only touch you."
oh……
Um……
All right.
He needs to work out more, Harry thought absently.
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