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Anyway, as long as Harry asks Autumn out, he'll know what to do!

Evan didn't know anything at first, but he soon became proficient, a self-taught skill.

All she was thinking about now was how to play with Evan in the snowy mountains, as well as skiing, and she didn't want to talk about autumn anymore.

If he needed to be taught how to kiss, Harry wouldn't want to ask the girls out!

But in fact, Harry really needs someone to teach him how to kiss girls......

"Anyway, you ask her out first!" Evan finally concluded, encouraging Harry to take the first step.

"Find a place where no one is. Ron said, starting to share his own experience with Lavender.

"For example, in the grove, in Hogsmeade, in a late-night classroom, or in ......an iron pot," Aven echoed, recounting his experience.

"That's right, these places are good, and when the time comes, Harry, you can pluck up the courage to kiss her, and she'll respond to you, it's not that hard. Ron continued, in a very understanding voice, "If she agrees to go out with you, she is ready to kiss you, and then ......."

Neville and Colin sat there and listened, feeling that these things were so far away, so far away.

Hermione didn't interject, and the four boys were there for a while, and Harry felt that none of what they said was quite feasible, it only made him more confused.

Twenty minutes later, several people went back to sleep separately.

Harry, Ron, and Neville silently took off their robes and changed into their pajamas, Dean and Seamus asleep.

Harry placed his glasses on the bedside table and slipped into the covers, but instead of closing the curtain, he stared at the starry sky outside the window next to Neville's bed.

He was still thinking about Autumn and what Hermione had said to him.

"Good night. Ron said to his right.

"Good night. Harry said that maybe next time, if there was a next time, he should ask her out.

She may have been expecting him to speak and was now angry with him, or she was lying in bed, crying for Cedric.

He didn't know what to think, and Hermione's explanation seemed to make it all more complicated, not better.

Think about what they can do in a deserted grove, in a late-night classroom, or in an iron pot?!

Neither Evan nor Hermione elaborated, and neither could Harry.

Ron had said a lot, but it was clearly not quite feasible, and Autumn didn't seem to be as open as Lavender.

This should be taught in school, he turned around and thought, the mind of a girl, this is at least much more useful than a divination class.

Neville soon fell into a deep slumber as he sniffled in his sleep when an owl chirped in the distance.

Harry dreamed that he was back in the room where D.A. was meeting, late at night, and there were only two people in the room, him and Cho.

Cho complains that he tricked her into coming, saying that he promised to give her 150 pictures of chocolate frogs whenever she comes.

Harry argued, saying he didn't.

Cho cried out, "Cedric gave me a lot of pictures of chocolate frogs, look!"

She pulled handfuls of pictures from her robe and threw them into the air, and she became Hermione again.

Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry, I think you'd better give her something else, how about your firebow arrows?"

Harry argues that he can't give the firebow arrows to Cho because they were taken by Umbridge and that it's all ridiculous.

He just went to D.A.'s room to hang some Christmas balls in the shape of Dobby's head.

Then, the dream was transformed!

He had thought it was the dark hallway and the door again, and he was starting to get tired of the dream, but it wasn't.

This time, he felt like he had become Dobby's head, no, a hard, spherical statue, or something like that.

He was placed on a dark, cold, slanted and curved stone, a rare dull gold, diagonally above a hazy starry sky.

A full moon can be seen in the sky, the moon is obscured by dark clouds, and the light is dim.

Harry heard the sound of the waves, and smelled a fishy smell, which he thought was the smell of seawater, but it wasn't.

Harry soon discovered that it was the smell of blood.

His gaze was downward, and by the hazy moonlight, he could vaguely see a lot of flesh and blood corpses lying around him, house-elves, magical beasts, dragons, and many humans, all of them lying there coldly, motionless, staring blankly ahead.

The common denominator of these corpses is that they are fresh, as if they have just been killed.

They were piled up in front of Harry as if they were sacrificed to him.

He felt his blood suddenly become cold, he didn't understand, why there were so many corpses here, what was going on with 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 white moonlight sprinkled down.

Harry could see clearly this time, not far from him, Voldemort was sitting, he had thought it was part of a multitude of corpses.

Voldemort wore a black hood on his head, making it difficult to see his face, but Harry recognized him at a glance, as if he were looking at himself in a mirror.

It was a disgusting familiarity, 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 and ache, an ominous sign......

He forced his gaze away, and the other corpses in the room were unusually clear in the moonlight.

They had all been tortured before they died, and the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted and showed signs of pain, which was a scene that would only happen in hell.

There was a loud bang, but Voldemort still didn't move, and Harry hurriedly looked up.

In the sky, a shadow suddenly appeared below the moon.

Harry swore he had looked at it for three seconds before he was sure what it was, it was a strange ship, with a statue of a dragon's head at the bow, a slender hull, a huge mast erected in the middle, and a square sail.

Not far from the ship, in the sky, a beautiful golden gate appeared, and the door was carved with intricate ornamentation, and it came out of the door.

This dream is getting weirder and weirder, what the hell is going on?!

Soon, the moon was obscured by dark clouds again, and everything around it became darker.

Harry didn't understand, and he was transformed into a statue with Voldemort sitting next to him, surrounded by corpses tortured to death.

There is also the strange big ship that suddenly appears in the air, giving people an eerie and terrifying feeling.

Restless doubts grew, and Harry tried to force himself to wake up, but to no avail.

In an instant, he began to clearly feel his breathing, heavy breathing, this is really strange, how can the statue breathe?!

As he breathed, something from the flesh around him was slowly sucked in by him, like a Dementor.

Blood was boiling, and Harry could clearly feel that he or the thing he had become was taking in the essence of flesh.

His strength seemed to have increased a little, stronger than just now, not so weak.

Voldemort moved slightly, and a green glow began to appear around his body.

Harry's body began to glow reddish, and the green and red glows were merging, and Harry felt that a terrible creature was awakening.