But Hermione didn't want to talk to him anymore, and the next thing was completely summed up by herself in actual combat.
Anyway, Harry would know what to do if he asked Cho out!
Ai Wen didn't know anything at the beginning, but he became very proficient soon. This is a self-taught skill.
All she can think about now is how to play with Aiwen in the snow mountain, as well as skiing, and she doesn't want to talk about Qiu anymore.
If someone had to teach him how to kiss, Harry wouldn't ask girls out!
Actually, Harry really needs someone to teach him how to kiss a girl...
"In short, you ask her out first!" Ivan finally concluded, encouraging Harry to take the first step.
"Find a place where no one is around," said Ron, and began to share his experience with Lavender.
"For example, the grove, Hogsmeade village, late-night classrooms, or inside the iron pot" Aiwen also shared his experience.
"That's right, these places are all good. When the time comes, Harry, you must have the courage to kiss her, and she will take the initiative to respond to you. It's not too difficult." Ron continued in a very understanding voice. Said, "If she agrees to go out with you, she is ready to kiss you, and then..."
Neville and Colin sat and listened, feeling that these things were so, so far away from them.
Hermione didn't interrupt, and the four boys discussed for a while, and Harry felt that nothing they said was feasible and only made him more confused.
Twenty minutes later, several people separated and went back to sleep.
Harry, Ron, and Neville took off their robes and put on their pajamas in silence, while Dean and Seamus were already asleep.
Harry put his glasses on the bedside table, got under the covers, but didn't draw the curtains, but stared blankly at the starry sky outside the window beside Neville's bed.
He was still thinking about Cho, and what Hermione had said to him.
"Good night," said Ron from his right.
"Good night," said Harry, and maybe next time, if there was a next time, he should ask her out.
She might have been expecting him to speak and was angry with him now, or she might have been lying in bed crying for Cedric.
He didn't know what to think, and Hermione's explanation seemed to complicate rather than make sense.
Think about it, what can they do in a deserted grove, a classroom late at night, or an iron pot? !
Neither Ivan nor Hermione elaborated, and Harry couldn't figure it out.
Ron said a lot, but it was obviously not feasible. Qiu seemed not as open as Lavender.
This should be taught in school, he thought, turning over, a girl's mind, at least it's much more useful than a divination class.
Neville soon fell into a deep sleep, sniffling in his sleep as an owl hooted in the distance.
Harry dreamed that he had returned to the meeting room. It was late at night, and there were only him and Qiu in the room.
Cho complained that he had tricked her into coming here, saying that he had promised to give her one hundred and fifty chocolate frog pictures if she came.
Harry defended, saying he hadn't.
Cho cried, "Cedric gave me lots and lots of chocolate frog pictures, look!"
She took handfuls of cards out of her robes and threw them in the air, and then she was Hermione again.
Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry! I think you'd better get her something else. How about your Firebolt?"
Harry argues that he can't give the Firebolt to Cho because Umbridge has taken it, and it's all absurd.
He just came to Da's room to hang some Christmas balls in the shape of Dobby's head.
Then, the dream changed!
He had thought it was that dark hallway and that door again, and he was starting to tire of the dream, but it wasn't.
This time, he felt as if he had become Dobby's head, no, a solid spherical statue, or something like that.
He was placed on a dark, cold, slanted and curved stone. The stone was a rare dark golden color, and above it was a hazy starry sky.
You can see a full moon in the sky, the moon is covered by dark clouds, and the light is dim.
Harry heard the sound of the waves, and smelled a very fishy smell. He thought it was the smell of sea water, but it was wrong.
Harry soon discovered that it was the smell of blood.
He looked down, and by the dim moonlight, he vaguely saw many flesh and blood corpses around him, some of house elves, some of magical animals, some of fire dragons, and many of humans, they were cold Put it there, motionless, staring blankly ahead.
The common feature of these corpses is that they are very fresh, as if they have just been killed.
They were piled together, piled up in front of Harry, as if sacrificed to him.
He felt his blood turn cold all of a sudden, he didn't understand why there were so many corpses here, what was going on in this dream
He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, and everything around him became extraordinarily real.
In the sky, dark clouds drifted slowly, and the bright white moonlight fell down.
Harry could see clearly this time, not far from him, Voldemort was sitting there, he had thought it was part of a mass of corpses.
Voldemort had a black hood on his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but Harry recognized him at a glance, as if looking at himself in a mirror.
It was repulsively familiar, and Harry didn't know why it felt that way.
As he looked at the motionless Voldemort, the scar on his forehead began to ache, getting worse, an ominous sign...
He forced his eyes to look away, and the other corpses in the room were also very clear under the moonlight.
They were all tortured before they died, and the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted, bearing traces of pain. This was a scene that would only appear in hell.
There was a loud noise, Voldemort still did not move, Harry raised his head hastily.
In the sky, a shadow suddenly appeared below the moon.
Harry swears, he watched for three seconds before he was sure what it was. It was a weird ship with a dragon head statue as its bow, a slender hull, a huge mast erected in the middle, and a square hanging on it. type of sail.
In the sky not far from the ship, there is also an exquisite golden door with intricate patterns carved on it, and it comes out of the door.
This dream is getting more and more strange, what is going on? !
Soon, the moon was covered by dark clouds again, and everything around became dim.
Harry didn't understand, he was transformed into a statue, with Voldemort sitting beside him, surrounded by tortured bodies.
There is also the strange big ship that suddenly appeared in the sky, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.
Uneasy doubts mounted, and Harry tried to force himself to wake up, but failed.
In an instant, he began to clearly feel his own breathing, heavy breathing, which was really strange, how could the statue breathe? !
Along with his breathing, something in the surrounding flesh and blood was slowly sucked by him, like a dementor.
The blood was boiling, and Harry could clearly feel that he or the thing he had turned into was absorbing the essence of flesh and blood.
His strength seemed to have increased a bit, stronger than before, not so weak anymore.
Voldemort moved slightly, and a green glow began to appear around his body.
Harry's body also began to emit a reddish light, and the green and red light gradually merged. Harry felt that a terrible creature was waking up. r