Vol 2 Chapter 919: Rita's visit

"What did I do to Harry?" Hermione said awkwardly.
"Oh, no, no, otherwise I will kill him..." Fanlin said helplessly.
"Just you?" Hermione said contemptuously, but then put on a worried expression.
"What about Harry?"
What about Harry? Fanlin had asked this question many times, no matter what, because of his intervention, Harry would always change something.
However, Harry likes autumn now. There is no doubt that this was written on his face by Harry. Perhaps it was because of Harry's first time. He still didn't know how to make girls happy.
However, Qiu Du said it so obvious, don't care about anything, just go straight up...Why...
"Autumn!" Harry yelled from behind, but the door was closed, making a crisp jingle.
There was silence in the teahouse. Every pair of eyes looked at Harry.
He threw a Jin Jialong on the table, brushed off the pink confetti from his hair, and followed Qiu out the door.
It was raining so hard that she was gone. And he didn't understand what was going on. They were getting along very well half an hour ago.
"Woman!" Harry muttered angrily, staggering along the street washed by heavy rain, hands in his pockets. "Why is she talking about Cedric? Why is she always looking for a topic that makes herself behaving?"
"Are you sure this rain won't go away?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, I did it just now, but it's really raining now, maybe Harry will like it, we don't have to walk over anyway." Fanlin said indifferently, and then threw a Jin Jialong on the table. Seeing Harry running away, the two quickly disappeared in place.
...
Harry turned to the right and ran, rain splashing on him, and a few minutes later he came to the door of the three broomsticks. He knew he came too early, but he thought maybe someone here could let him pass the extra time. He tossed the hair above his eyes and looked around.
Hagrid was sitting alone in the corner, looking very depressed.
"Hi, Hagrid!" he cried, squeezing from the middle of the table, pulling a chair and sitting down beside Hagrid. Hagrid jumped up and stared at Harry from above as if he didn't recognize him.
Harry saw two new cuts on his face and some bruises.
"Oh yes, Harry," Hagrid said, "how are you?"
"Very good," Harry lied, but in front of the injured and sad Hagrid, he felt he had nothing to complain about. "Uh-are you okay?"
"Me?" Hagrid said, "Oh, of course, I'm fine, Harry, fine." He glared at his beer glass, which was more like a barrel, and sighed. Harry didn't know how to tell him. They sat side by side and were silent for a while, then Hagrid suddenly said, "We are in the same boat, you and me, right?"
"Uh—" Harry said. "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 father is decent, and your parents are decent. If they live, life will be completely different, eh?"
"Yes, I think," Harry answered cautiously. Hagrid was in a strange mood.
"Family," Hagrid said frustratedly, "no matter what you say, blood is important." He wiped away a tear from his eyes.
"Hagrid," Harry said, unable to interrupt him, "Where did you get these injuries?"
"Huh?" Hagrid was startled. "What hurt?"
"These!" Harry pointed to his face. "Oh, it's just a normal bruise, Harry," Hagrid said nonchalantly, "I accepted a difficult job."
He drank all the beer, put the glass back on the table, and stood up.
"See you later, Harry, be careful." He walked out of the bar loudly, looking pitifully, disappearing into the heavy rain. Harry looked at him, feeling uncomfortable.
Hagrid was very upset and was still hiding something, but he seemed to decide not to accept any help. What happened? Before Harry could think further, he heard a voice calling his name.
"Harry, Harry, here!" Hermione shouted loudly.
Hermione waved at him from the other side of the room. Harry got up and walked towards her through the crowded bar. When he reached the table just a few minutes, he realized that Hermione was not just with Fanlin.
Sitting with Hermione were two of Harry's most unlikely companions: Luna and Rita Skeeter, former reporters, one of Hermione's least favorite people in the world.
"You're here early!" Hermione said, moving aside so that he could sit down.
"I think you and Qiu will be together for at least one hour."
"Oh, well, why didn't I see you when I first came?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Fanlin and I just...just came back~EbookFREE.me~ we went out." Hermione said, making the queen look at Fanlin awkwardly.
The two of them just appeared here, just a second before Harry came over.
"Well, I mean..." Fanlin looked at Rita, who was a smart woman.
"Autumn?" Rita said immediately, twisting on the stool and looking at Harry eagerly. "A girl?"
She grabbed her crocodile leather bag and fumbled in it.
"Harry is with a hundred girls, and it has nothing to do with you," Hermione told Rita coldly. "Now you can start."
Rita just took out a green quill pen from the bag, and opened the bag suddenly as if forced to swallow the smelly water.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, sitting down and looking at Rita, Luna, Hermione and Fanlin in turn.
Rita took a sip of her drink, then looked at Fanlin as if she was asking for instructions, "I think I can talk to him?"
"Yes," Hermione said coldly. Obviously life now is not good for Rita. The hair that was once carefully curled and permed is now sparsely and disheveled around her face. The scarlet on her fingernails is also incomplete, and some of the fake gems on the glasses are gone. .
She took another sip of the drink and squeezed a word from the corner of her mouth: "Is that a pretty girl, Harry?"
"One more sentence about Harry's private life will destroy our deal and promise." Hermione said grumpily. Rita asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You haven't mentioned a deal, dear lady, you just let me come here. Oh, one day," she took a deep breath, shaking a little.
"Yes, yes, one day you will write more tragic stories about us and Harry," Hermione said coldly. "If anyone cares, why don't you?"