novelraw Chapter 232 Messy Life
Chapter 232 Messy Life
He tightened his hands on the steering wheel, very unwilling to let Harry go like this. "...I heard that you have an important exam this year?"
"It's okay, nothing." Harry replied softly.
Listening to Damian, who saves the world from time to time, talk about these little troubles that only belong to the students, it feels... quite surreal, and there is an inexplicable feeling of being greeted and lectured by the elders.
The tension in Harry's body was almost congealed.
Damian gave up, "Okay, come on, see you in summer vacation."
Maybe, after half a year, when he changes a little more, the gap between the two will naturally disappear?
This is just a fantasy, half a year later, he will be a standard 19-year-old, and Harley will probably only be more afraid of him.
Maybe he'd grab the clone and let Harley get a good beating herself, and she'd feel better?
The premise is that when she catches the clone, she can control her strong urge to hack this guy to death in time.
Compared with the difficulty in front of me, Voldemort and the like are just enemies for entertainment.
His inner resentment has been vented silently for so long, and before Harry got out of the car, she looked at him, eyes flickering, embarrassed and hesitant.
Damian sighed, and the frequency of his sighs has been comparable to that of Ah Fu recently.
"It's not your duty to kiss me goodbye, Harry, you don't have to do it if you don't want to."
Her shoulders visibly relaxed.
But her expression was even more distressed.
"My feelings for you haven't changed, Damian, it's just..."
"I know, me too, it won't change." Damian said seriously: "We can get through this smoothly. Go ahead, Kowalski and the red-haired one are obviously waiting for you at the platform."
Harry turned to look, and Queenie and George were chatting by the wall of platform nine and three-quarters, occasionally glancing at Damian's car in the distance.
"I will keep an eye on the movement of the mysterious person in Gotham for you, and you don't have to worry about Malfoy, the food and drinking water in the safe house will be replenished in time."
What Damian didn't tell Haliming was that he planned to take Constantine with him to eliminate the mysterious man when the time was right.
"I'm not worried about Malfoy - not particularly worried. I'm only worried about you, you have to be safe and don't underestimate Voldemort." Harry had already stepped out of the car and said to Damian through the window.
Harry said that he was only worried about him... Damian, who had been depressed for many days, was unexpectedly comforted.
Queenie watched Harry slowly approaching with her luggage, and she was surprised that the long farewell process between her and Damian was so time-saving and efficient this time.
"What happened? The two of you are not stuck together?" She looked curiously at the little devil who was hidden by the shadow in the car window in the distance.
"It's nothing," Harry responded casually, remembering Queenie's ability to be invisible, and immediately added, "Don't look at my brain."
"We've just grown up," Harry shrugged, "I understand that we'll see each other in half a year, and there's no need to get tired of it."
Queenie and George looked at each other without speaking.
Harley walked across platform nine and three-quarters first on her own, not intending to let Queenie and her friends know anything about what had happened to her.She doesn't want them to worry, and this "trouble" is too private, she doesn't want to... always be regarded as a victim, and she can never get rid of those sympathetic eyes that follow her everywhere, and her friends are cautious, afraid of touching her Wound talk, these are normal and predictable reactions.
There is nothing wrong with being sympathetic and careful, and it is a symbol of her friends caring about her, but... this is not the life she is used to, and the role positioning...
She's Robin, and she's supposed to be more indestructible.
She wanted to feel better, really wanted to.
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Sirius received the Medal of Merlin, second class belonging to Regulus, sent by Harry from Gotham during the winter vacation. He was incoherent in the double-sided mirror, and he didn't know how to thank the goddaughter.
He said he had been given another brief break and had just returned to London.Both Constantine and Zatanna were called away by Damian, which made him feel very strange, and asked Harley if there was some magical accident in Gotham.
Harry faltered, she could figure out why Damian didn't inform Sirius, because of her personal relationship, Sirius would definitely rush over in person the next second he knew that Voldemort was making trouble in Gotham.
And Damian is currently in the early stage of intelligence gathering, if Sirius does not follow the strategy, the situation will become even more uncontrollable.
This can also explain why the entire Order of the Phoenix, including Dumbledore, tacitly decided not to tell him that Voldemort has a new resurrection piece and has fled to the United States.
The godfather has worked so hard for the Potter family for so many years, it's time to rest.So Harry also prevaricated indiscriminately, saying that Damian had some weird little plan secretly, of course she didn't know.
The godfather is full of Regulus now, so he is easily deceived by Harry.
Sirius also said that he had brought the medal to Mrs. Black's portrait.
He said his mother was conflicted, screaming curses at Regulus and crying bitterly, but at the same time, she was looking at the medal nostalgicly, with a look that Sirius said he would never be wrong.
But he still cursed back, saying that Regulus is dead, died of the path that you fanatical parents pushed him to take, and now he has at least been rectified, he is a hero who sacrificed his life to save the world, and the Black family will never Only the name of crime is left in history.
He said he was proud of Regulus.
"Mother must have thought of this too." Sirius rubbed his temples. These family disputes and histories are more tiring than fighting with a group of vampires. "From then on, she... seems to be a different person, and she has no energy to swear. Turning his back to me in the portrait every day..."
"At least she's not so nervous anymore, which is another credit to you." He smiled bitterly at Harry, "Tonks, a newcomer to the Order of the Phoenix, said that the old house suddenly became so quiet that she A little unaccustomed."
Harry didn't know what to say.
The study and life in the second half of the fifth grade went smoothly, and even bored even in the smooth, so when Sirius asked about her daily life in detail, Harry really felt that there was nothing except class and homework... It is worthy of special mention of.
Oh, and of course the setbacks she and Damian had run into couldn't be kept from Sirius.
Sirius waved his hand, saying that OWLs were not as scary as the legends said, and the professors were too exaggerated, swearing that he passed without much review at the time.Harry deeply doubts, is this the life experience that a godfather should teach a goddaughter? ——Win the exam lying down?
And when he heard that Lu Ping was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of Harley and the others this year, his expression changed instantly.
"What's the matter, you know him?" Harry asked.
"...a former classmate," Sirius said after hesitation, "even a friend. It's just that later... I don't know how he sees me now. He was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but he was never around when I was around , appeared in the old house - of course, it may also be because I have been too busy, and I have only a few days in London in a year."
"We really need to sit down and talk sometime," he seemed to be talking to himself.
Speaking of Professor Lupine, anyone who pays a little attention can see that he is struggling right now—for the appalling grades of the fifth graders.Harry even felt that Professor Snape's attitude towards this position had changed from jealousy and longing to sympathy for the poor werewolf who was currently sitting on pins and needles in this position.
The mess left by those professors before cannot be made up in an instant. If the foundation of the students is not solid enough, some advanced spells cannot be absorbed at all.
He was so desperate that he began to teach advanced spells outside the scope of the exam, such as the Patronus Charm, saying that if you make mistakes in the exam questions, tell the examiner that you know the Patronus Charm, which can add a lot of extra points.
Driven by Hermione's non-stop thoughts, Queenie and Ron could only review honestly, and spent the next semester in the three-point line of classroom, library and auditorium.
The pressure to study in the wizarding world is so high!
With a substantial schoolwork burden, Harley didn't think of Damian very often, and the two only occasionally talked through the double-sided mirror to check on his recent situation.What made Harry feel relieved was that Damian in the mirror no longer reminded her of a clone. She analyzed that this was because the mirror was just a head portrait, without the oppression of height and shape.
Damian was very relieved to see that Harry was obviously more cheerful. Even though they didn't have as much contact as before, he was more optimistic about the direction of the relationship between the two.
The twins graduated successfully. Under the constant bombardment of several roaring letters from Mrs. Weasley, they still insisted on themselves and never planned to find a job.
Their dream is to open an independent joke shop. Now that they have the funds and technology, they will leave the campus to do a big job.
Fred said that, in all cases, self-employment—if the business plan was feasible—was indeed the quickest way to make money, much faster than going to work, but Mrs. Weasley wouldn't listen.
Parents, always hope that their children can be more stable, even if they can't make a lot of money.
After the near-miss OWLs, even Ron thought he had done well.At the long table, only Hermione was pulling her hair, flipping through the books and taking notes, facing every answer.
Harley and Queenie quietly sat a little farther away. After finishing the exams, they still had to answer the answers, but they couldn't pass themselves.
Ron cleared his throat and whispered to Harley that he was going to help the twins with their new shop over the summer and that if Harley had a birthday party, he wouldn't go.
George ruthlessly exposes Ron, saying he's just scared of Gotham.
Harry smiled: "Don't worry, everyone, there will be no party this year, everyone is very busy. Queenie will definitely help George open a store."
Queenie and George finally square off on the last day before the holidays.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his eyes. By the end of the term, almost every Gryffindor could see the relationship between them, but George just didn't act, and he was dying to see.
George made a big fuss, set off magic fireworks on the campus, turned into magic roses, a row of canaries flew to the auditorium, and sang "Queenie Kowalski, be my girlfriend."
While promoting the new store, he confessed his love.
Rather than saying that this is a confession, it is better to say that this is a commercial advertisement...
Professor McGonagall was very angry, saying that George would take back his diploma if he continued to make trouble!
As for why he was able to wait so much, George had his own theory—he said that the confession should be the call to retreat after the victory, not the clarion call to launch a battle...
Harry expressed that he did not understand the logic of these boys.
As for why the two can come together.
——George said that the moment Queenie could distinguish him from Fred more accurately than his own mother, he decided it was her.
—Queenie said that George was kind and brave, and could make her laugh.
Like, grandpa Jacob who owns the bakery.That's how Grandma Queenie praised Grandpa Jacob.
And, more importantly, George is handsome too.
The author has something to say:
*fuck... I just found out about the incident in Gansu today, a girl who was harassed by a teacher jumped off the building... Lin Yihan passed away for more than a year, and the world still hasn't changed.
* These chapters are written listening to ladygaga's song Tillithappenstoyou.
*About harassment, I remember seeing someone write it on Weibo before. In fact, every girl has been harassed more or less when they were young, but the degree is different, and whether they are willing to talk about it.
From personal experience, I think this sentence is quite correct.
My own experience is that when I was 11 years old, the new house half an hour away was being renovated, and the old house was also living in, but my parents would sometimes stare at the decoration in the new house.I still remember that I wore a pink and white coat that day.I called my parents downstairs in the old house to see if they were at home, but no one answered, so I called several times.Then, I inadvertently glanced at the right side, between the other vertical buildings and the horizontal building where my house is located, there are three social youths, looking at me and smiling.It can be said to be a sixth sense, I felt something was wrong, and then I started to walk forward, towards the corridor of my house.At that time, there was a row of low briquettes houses in front of the residential building (exposure age 2333), so I only had to take a few steps forward, and they couldn't see where I was going for a while, unless they also came over.They probably thought I would run upstairs (my old house was on the sixth floor, the highest floor), but I didn't.
I'm not that smart, I just wanted to make sure they were really after me.I hid in the briquette room, and then saw that the three of them really started to go upstairs, but they saw me hiding in the briquette room, and then laughed again, stopped entering the corridor, and started walking over.
I was sure at that point that they were really coming at me, and I started running, terrified.Now that I think about it, I really don't understand where they got the courage, it was a residential area, and it wasn't the middle of the night, it was just beginning to get dark.
I then ran to the small store that was open.In a small county town, some small shops can make phone calls (revealing my age again), and then I started using the shop owner’s phone to call my parents, without saying what happened (to be honest, I didn’t even understand what happened at the time) what), and then those three people also ran over a few seconds later, they passed by the door of the store, and when they saw me inside, they stopped and did not run.Just that kind of, particularly disappointing pause action.When they saw me on the phone, they probably thought I was calling the police or something, so they left.
The reason for writing so long is that I really can't give an exact definition of the behavior of these three people. Nothing happened, and I don't know what they were trying to do at the time.
*Regarding the time and occasions when these perverts harass girls, why are they so bold, in fact, sometimes they don’t intend to do anything, just want to disgust you, maybe it can satisfy some of their perverted psychology?The most "great" thing is that they found that they didn't have to pay any price for the "slight" harassment of language and body.
Later, after talking deeply with female classmates, I realized that almost everyone had the experience of being harassed when they were young.I have a classmate who is in the fifth grade of elementary school and rides a bicycle to and from school. One day, a perverted man rode beside her and asked my classmate, "Girl, is your hair all grown?"
Normal girls would be stunned at this time. At that time, the school and parents were quite taboo about sex education (maybe they are taboo now?) My classmate reacted quickly, but the boy had already left by bicycle.
That classmate of mine was doing well in studies, and she didn't wear any fancy clothes like those in the victim-blaming theory. She was just a well-behaved fifth-grade girl.
But these perverts just want to disgust you.
I really don't know what to say. Could it be that everyone should pay attention to protecting themselves?It is precisely this kind of argument that makes the victimized girls think that it is their own fault, that "they did not protect themselves", and the perverts are at large, free and free, without any moral suffering.But it's clearly not the girls' fault.
All I can do is wish all the perverts die without a place to bury their bodies, and their male organs rot.
And today, the girl in Gansu was harassed by her high school teacher. She did ask for help, but the People's Procuratorate ignored it, saying that the case was minor...it did not constitute a crime (my god...), and she also went to other teachers for help. However, to no avail...
Even if there is no crime that the procuratorate claims is serious enough to be convicted, the harm to the victim is still very great.It really is... Tillithappens to you, you won't know, how Ifeel.
I actually met one at work... He just put his hands on my shoulders and the back of my hands for nothing, and I got goose bumps all over my body.
He is married, has left his job now, changed jobs, and has better opportunities, and I didn't bring him down.
In fact, at work, especially in large companies, there are quite a lot of such cancers. There is another one, who is in her [-]s or [-]s, who came back from the foreign headquarters and has a high level. girl.
He said to me in the elevator, "You should smile more, you are so beautiful." (Is it true that I am beautiful, harassing, he probably said this to all young girls) Actually, just looking at this sentence is nothing, But thinking of his being married, and his tone of voice when he spoke, I just...
He also said of a younger intern, jokingly, "You're so cute, I want to pinch your face."
Harassment is really hard to define. Only you know whether you are uncomfortable or not.
Finally, those people who are booing girls downstairs today... an ugly curse, as long as everyone understands it in their hearts.
The devil is in the world.