Vol 2 Chapter 904: Plan change

"So, is he planning something about me?" Harry asked immediately.
"Did I plan to say this?" Phineas lazily checked his silk gloves. "Now, please forgive me. I have more important things to do. I don't have time to listen to the troubles of adolescents. Good day." Phineas walked leisurely to the side of his frame and disappeared from Harry's vision.
　　 "It's great, get out of here," Harry shouted at the empty frame. "Tell Dumbledore that I am not grateful for his empty canvas to remain silent."
　　 Harry felt a stomach fire, dragged the suitcase back to the foot of the bed, fell down on the moth-eaten lid, closed his eyes, and felt heavy and painful all over his body. He felt like he had walked a long, long way.
　　 It is hard to imagine that Qiu Zhang had approached him under the mistletoe less than twenty-four hours ago. He is too tired. He dared not sleep, but he didn't know how long he could hold on. Dumbledore told him to stay still, which must mean he could sleep, but he still felt scared. If that happened again, he sank in the gloom.
　　 There seems to be a movie in his mind waiting to start. He was walking through a desolate corridor, past rough stone walls, bypassing the torch, down the stone steps, and walking towards an ordinary black door.
　　 He arrived in front of the black door, but he couldn't open it. He stood staring at it, desperately trying to get in. What he wanted with all his heart was behind that, a prize of his dreams.
　　 If only his scars stop tingling, then he can think more clearly.
　　 "Harry," Ron's voice came from far, far away, "Mom said dinner is ready, but if you still want to sleep, she will reserve some for you."
　　 Harry opened his eyes, but Ron had left the room. He didn't want to see me, Harry thought, after he heard Moody's words.
　　 Harry imagined that none of them would want him to stay here anymore, because now they knew what was hidden inside him. He won't go down to dinner; he won't be with them.
　　 Harry rolled over, and after a while, he fell asleep again.
　　 Harry got up very late, it was early morning, and his body and mind were in pain from hunger and the snoring of Ron on the next bed. Looking around the room, he saw the dark silhouette of Phineas standing on his portrait again, which made Harry think that Dumbledore might have sent Phineas to watch him, lest he attack others again. An unidentified mood is growing.
　　 He kind of hoped he never obeyed Dumbledore. If this is his life at Hogwarts from now on, maybe he should leave here and return to Privet Road.
　　 In fact, apart from Harry's anxiety, everyone else spent the entire morning making Christmas decorations.
　　 Harry couldn't remember when Sirius had such a good interest before. In fact, Sirius is singing a Christmas carol, and he is obviously happy that someone spends Christmas with him.
　　 Harry was sitting alone in the cold living room, and Harry could hear the echo of Sirius’s singing. Seeing that the sky outside the window became paler and the snowflakes flying down, he felt that he was giving them a chance to talk about him non-stop, and he felt a cruel joy when he thought of this.
　　 When he heard Mrs. Weasley calling his name softly downstairs at lunchtime, he stepped back upstairs and ignored her.
　　 Around six o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Black began to scream again. Harry, who was hiding in Piggy's house, guessed that Moody or the other members had already come, so he moved a bit to make himself more comfortable sitting against the wall.
　　 He fed Hedwig with dead mice, trying to ignore how hungry he was.
　　 Harry was taken aback when someone knocked on the door a few minutes later.
　　 "I know you are inside," it was Fanlin's voice, "please come out, I want to talk to you."
　　 "What are you doing here" Harry asked, opening the door.
　　 At this time, the piglet was searching again on the straw-covered floor for any rat meat it had missed. "I thought you were skiing with your parents now."
　　 In fact, Fanlin had left St Mungo with Hermione since yesterday. There is no doubt that Fanlin should go skiing with Hermione in the snowy mountains.
"Well, to be honest, skiing is actually not our business. It was Mr. Granger's plan, and then I pushed him to my dad," Fanlin said, "So, I came here for Christmas. And Hermione."
　　 Harry looked at Hermione behind Fanlin, her head was covered with snowflakes and her face was flushed with cold.
"But don't tell Ron. Because Ron is always laughing, I told him that skiing is great. My parents were a little disappointed, but I told them all those who value exams are now studying at Hogwarts. They Hope I'm good, they will understand." Hermione said hurriedly, as if afraid of Harry's misunderstanding or something.
　　 "Anyway," Hermione said vigorously, "Let's go to your bedroom~EbookFREE.me~Mrs. Weasley lit a fire there and distributed sandwiches."
　　 Harry followed Van Lin and Hermione back to the third floor. When he entered the bedroom, he was surprised to see Ron and Ginny sitting on Ron's bed waiting for them.
　　 "The two of us came by the Cavalier bus," Hermione said cheerfully, taking off her jacket before Harry had time to speak.
"In fact, we also saw Stan. You know him, the conductor." Fanlin said, hanging up the clothes of both people. "I also went back to Hogwarts, even though Dumbledore It has been explained to Umbridge that Mrs. Weasley is in St Mungo and you have been given permission to visit. Umbridge is still annoyed by our group slipping under her nose."
　　 "Yeah" Harry nodded dumbly, which means that everyone has been together this Christmas
　　 "How do you feel" Hermione asked.
　　 "Very good," Harry said blankly.
　　 "Oh, don't lie, Harry," Hermione said impatiently. "Since you came back from Saint Mungo, you have avoided everyone."
　　 "They said that" Harry glared at Ron and Ginny.
　　 Ron lowered his head and looked at his feet, but Ginny looked nonchalant.
　　 "That's what you did" Ginny said unceremoniously, "You don't want to see any of us at all"
　　 "You guys don't want to see me" Harry said angrily.
　　 "Maybe you both want to see each other, but you all missed the opportunity." Hermione said, smiling barely.
　　 "It's ridiculous," Harry said sharply, turning away.