The first week of school is finally over.

The freshmen feel that time flies, they are so curious about everything, and they wish there was no Sunday. But the fifth graders who are facing the O.W.Ls exam don’t feel this way at all.

They just feel that they are exhausted every day, and there is just too much homework to do. On weekends, they can finally relax a little and don't have to think about their studies. They just want to sleep peacefully in the dormitory tower until after ten o'clock.

Harry was happy to do this. In order to cope with the heavy homework, even if his wrists were sore from writing, he no longer simply corrected Hermione's homework as before.

In fact, he had already mastered the knowledge taught by the professors, and it was incredibly simple to him.

But I don't know when, there seemed to be a hole in Harry's heart, which he couldn't fill no matter what.

He once asked Hermione, Zhang Qiu and the others what their expectations for the future were.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu had talked about some seemingly simple and naive goals.

But when Harry asked himself, he discovered with some panic that he was at a loss about the future. It should be said that he could make his future become whatever he wanted.

Because he is already invincible.

But then his world would be too boring.

If there was anything else that could make his calm mood ripple, there were only two things, one was world domination, and the other was unknown magic.

To be honest, ruling the world is boring and ridiculously simple. All you need to do is use magic to control the most powerful people in the world.

Harry killed this idea the moment it occurred in his mind, because he felt that this behavior was so stupid.

When the survival and destruction of the world depends on one person's thoughts, he will never spend a little thought to rule the earth.

As for new magic, some wizards in the magic world are keen on developing magic.

There are simple prank magics, and there are also advanced curses that can harm the world.

Harry obtains these notes and magic books left by wizards from all over the world. Whether they are completed or unfinished magic, Harry can revise and deduce more perfect magic with just a thought.

But sooner or later these magics will be read by Harry, and then there will be something to fill the bottomless hole in his heart.

It was in this mood, and under the subconscious control that Harry himself was not aware of, that he chose to use the busy life of fifth grade to force himself to forget some things.

…

So on this cool Saturday morning, Harry, who had almost reached the state of having no desires or desires, felt that his body was particularly heavy.

It was as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on Harry's chest, and his legs were also fixed, unable to move.

Before Harry even opened his eyes, he was already thinking: The legendary ghost on the bed? It seems that Helena has finally decided to take action against me.

Light entered his eyes, and Harry could clearly see the layout of the room.

It's very familiar, but there's something wrong about it.

It's familiar because this is originally a room in Harry's cabin, but it's strange because... well, this is a more feminine room, with round ceiling lights, warm wallpaper, pink stuffed animals, and clothes hanging on hangers.

, a simple white desk next to the window...

Isn't this the bedroom of Zhang Qiu and Hermione?

But who knows how he got here!

He obviously slept well in another room last night, but who threw him on the bed in this room.

Harry rubbed his brows, feeling very troubled.

A delicate hand touched Harry's right chest. Her master lay on Harry's chest, with her long black hair spread out. She seemed to find that the touch was different from usual, so she frowned slightly and grabbed it again.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched. Do Zhang Qiu and Hermione pinch him like this every day when they sleep?

Astoria was lying below, hugging one of Harry's thighs tightly, and a trace of crystal flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Hermione, who had the most out-of-touch personality, was lying quietly on the other side of the bed, breathing slowly and evenly.

Harry wanted to lift his left hand, which had been crushed to the point of unconsciousness, but his arm was squeezed by a proudly upright mountain peak.

As soon as Harry's arm moved, Zhang Qiu felt it. She murmured and turned over.

Zhang Qiu was wearing a set of cute thin cotton pajamas. The bottom two buttons of the top were not fastened, so one corner of the shirt was folded up, exposing the white belly underneath.

The tight and smooth lower abdomen is difficult to hold, and the third button from the bottom seems to be able to see a certain piece of fabric. This vague picture arouses people's desire to explore.

Harry was a little worried that Zhang Qiu would catch a cold, so he resolutely put his warm palm on Zhang Qiu's lower abdomen.

Then it generates heat through friction, driving away the early morning cold for Zhang Qiu.

But Harry was not satisfied with this.

His other hand tried to pass through Zhang Qiu's waist and hug her.

Zhang Qiu felt some discomfort in her back, so she straightened her body in cooperation and let Harry's arm pass.

After pressing Harry's arm, Zhang Qiu felt much more comfortable, and her smile became calmer.

Harry put his left hand around Zhang Qiu and pulled her towards his body. His right hand easily slipped into the pajamas. Then he lifted his fingers slightly and found a gap to see the mountains.

Being hit by this strong force, Zhang Qiu finally woke up.

She looked at Harry with confused eyes, suspecting that he was dreaming, but the weird feeling in her chest was really scary, as if there were countless nasty little ants crawling around, and from time to time they would lower their heads and bite them, which was sore.

Itchy again.

Harry pressed his forehead against hers and said gently: "Good morning."

Zhang Qiu was silent for a while, then said: "Good morning... good morning."

"Can you... stop your hand?" Zhang Qiu looked at Harry with eyes like black pearls and said softly.

"No." Harry refused sternly.

Harry got close to Zhang Qiu's delicate little face and took the sweetness from Zhang Qiu's red lips.

Suddenly attacked, Zhang Qiu's eyes widened and he sobbed incoherently: "I...I haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

"It's okay." Harry said.

She wanted to push Harry away, but soon she fell into a sweet kiss, and then their clothes flew out...

Zhang Qiu is at the top, Harry is at the bottom.

This knowledge made Zhang Qiu's shy body turn pink.

Harry held Zhang Qiu's slender waist like a willow in the wind and let her body sink slowly.

"Um...hum..." Zhang Qiu seemed to be crying.

…

After an unknown amount of time, another girl's rapid breathing that could no longer be suppressed broke into Harry's ears.

Hermione's body did not move, but her chest was rising and falling, and her hands were tightly clenched into fists. You can imagine how much torture she was suffering physically and mentally.

The sound in her ears finally came to an end, and Hermione slowly breathed a sigh of relief. She quietly opened her eyes and saw Harry placing Zhang Qiu, who had his eyes tightly closed, safely and covering him with a quilt.

Harry leaned next to Hermione, stared into her steamy eyes, and said, "I know you don't like me saying I'm sorry, so... let's get started."

Harry's fingers were flying. Although it was not magic, it was more wonderful than magic...

After a while, the sound of nature began to play in the room again.

After a long, long time, Astoria, who had been hiding alone by the bed for a long time, could no longer bear it. She said aggrievedly: "Why am I the last one!"

She was as angry as a little wild cat, wearing a pure white suspender dress, and pounced on Harry, biting Harry's shoulder and lips.

…

Although the gloomy clouds cover the sun and it is difficult to confirm the time, when the sunshine outside the window becomes darker and darker, everyone can see that the inky starry sky is about to appear.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, the gray afterglow was reluctantly bidding farewell to the sky.

Harry's cabin was finally completely silent.

Then the door to the room opened, and four handsome and beautiful figures came out.

"Crack."

There was a crisp sound of a glass bottle breaking, and a panicked figure.

Helena, whose figure was swaying in the firelight, quickly stood up, looked at the ink bottle that was accidentally broken, and hurriedly took out her wand, used it and cleaned it up. Then she immersed herself in the lesson plan again, as if she had been doing this for a long time.

If it were normal times, a few people would have no choice but to tease Helena verbally, but today, everyone had more important things to do.

They all hugged a large water glass and drank heavily, as if dehydrated travelers in the desert had seen an oasis that could save their lives.

They lost a lot of water today and must make up for it.

After a long time, they felt that the symptoms of dry mouth and tongue had disappeared.

…

Dark night falls.

But the house is still bright.

The soft light of the stove reflected into a burning flame in Harry's eyes.

Harry was leaning on the single sofa, looking calmly at the firelight. His body and mind fell into a warm state, and he gradually became distracted.

At this moment, a woman with lotus hair walked up to Harry with elegant steps.

"Master, your coffee and black tea." Helena said respectfully.

"Yeah." Harry responded softly and took the black tea brought by Helena.

The moment his palms touched each other, Harry stopped and did not take the next step.

He made a gesture of reaching out to pick up something, raised his head slightly, and stared at Helena.

Helena could no longer maintain her elegant temperament. She turned her head and looked left and right, but did not dare to look directly into Harry's eyes.

Harry smiled faintly: "Helena, have you been listening all day today?"

"I didn't." Helena said hurriedly, but everyone could hear her guilty conscience.

Immediately afterwards, Harry did not tease Helena, which surprised Helena.

She couldn't help but look at Harry. Harry always had a smile on his face, and his eyes were pure and soft. They were not teasing as they should be, nor were they overly fiery, but were calm and tolerant of everything.

"Why are you embarrassed to admit it?" Harry smiled slightly, took the teacup, and placed it on the small table nearby.

He took Helena's hand very naturally and said gently: "The relationship between men and women is the cleanest thing in the world. Eastern theory believes that men and women are divided into yin and yang, and yin and yang complement each other to form a great road. The inheritance of the world depends most on it.

The most simple thing is sex, you can't look at it with colored eyes..."

Helena looked at Harry stupidly.

At the dinner table, Hermione was eating a fried steak that was rich in protein and energy. Because she had done "physical work" for a day, she heard Harry talk about the ridiculous things that happened to the four of them today so naturally, and she sarcastically said: "Oh,

When you pull up your pants and talk, you are tough."

Then he realized that such dirty jokes should not come from his mouth, so he stopped talking and just focused on solving the things on his plate.

Hearing Hermione's rebuttal, Harry showed no shame.

After all, at this time, his spiritual world has been completely emptied out, and his heart is as peaceful as ever. Even if the earth is destroyed and the universe is shattered, it will only be a trivial matter.

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It's New Year's Day.

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