Cho watched as the doorknob slowly returned to its original position, as if someone had just let go.
If there had been someone visible there, it would've seemed perfectly normal.
But in this empty room, the sight was terrifying.
Soft footsteps echoed, tapping directly on Cho's fragile nerves, sending a wave of fear through the twelve-year-old girl.
She could feel it—someone invisible was slowly approaching her...
A ghost? A spirit?
How could something like that be here? Why hadn't the teachers at Hogwarts noticed? What should she do!?
Hiding under her blanket, Cho gripped something tightly in her hand.
It was her wand. That gave her courage.
She quickly recalled everything she had learned.
Determined, she decided to strike first.
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…
Harry was startled.
He hadn't run into a single person on the way, so he'd let his guard down. By now, he wasn't even being cautious when opening doors.
So when he pushed this one open and saw the light already on, he froze.
Was someone awake?
He didn't dare move. Maybe whoever was inside would think the wind had blown the door open.
Looking closer, he saw that the only occupied bed wasn't moving.
Relieved, Harry thought, Guess she's still asleep.
As for the light… maybe she'd forgotten to turn it off last night.
Now, was this Cho's bed?
That would be easy to figure out—there were lots of Christmas presents piled nearby. If any of them were addressed to Cho Chang, he'd know for sure.
Then he could quietly add his own gift among them, and that would be that.
Harry tiptoed toward the bed.
What he didn't expect—was a complete plot twist.
He bent down, reaching for a present—
When suddenly, the blanket was thrown off with a loud whoosh.
Startled, Harry stumbled backward—just in time to see the figure in bed sit up sharply, wand in hand, pointed straight at him.
In moments like this, the brain kicks into overdrive.
Harry instantly realized—she must've spotted him and was about to cast a spell.
Panicking, he grabbed his own wand and cast defensively.
At the same time, a firm yet delicate voice rang out:
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Protego!"
The blanket hadn't even hit the ground before a flash of light shot at Harry—
But it struck something like a mirror and rebounded instantly.
CRASH!
The spell hit a vase on a nearby desk, shattering it into pieces.
Cho froze for a second, but quickly snapped back into action, readying another spell.
But then—a voice made her stop in her tracks.
"Don't panic, Cho—it's me, Harry!" Harry's voice called out urgently.
And then, right before her eyes, the air in front of her rippled like water.
Harry appeared—first his head, then his body, then his legs—fading into view.
They locked eyes.
…
…
In the eerie silence, Harry had only one thought:
This is so unbelievably awkward.
Cho stared at him, stunned, confused, completely at a loss. "You… you…"
Words failed her.
"Ah… haha… ha…" Harry laughed nervously.
His eyes darted around, trying to think of what to say.
How do I even explain this?
In the dead of night, he had sneaked into a girl's dorm room—and had been caught by the girl herself.
Yeah… try telling anyone that this wasn't pervy.
Cho stood on her bed, and Harry, looking at her, suddenly thought:
Wow… Cho actually looks adorable in that fluffy pink pajama set.
Her long black hair, uncombed and a little messy, didn't look bad at all. In fact, it made her look soft and warm.
And on her usually calm face was a rare, complicated mix of emotions.
It was a full-on shoujo moment.
Then Cho caught Harry staring and shot him a glare.
He quickly turned his head away. How do I fix this atmosphere…?
Just then, something beside her bed caught his eye.
A white piece of clothing had fallen to the floor—probably when she'd flung the blanket off earlier.
And then—Harry had a flash of genius… or more accurately, a flash of pure stupidity.
Without thinking, he blurted out:
"Cho, your… your thing fell on the floor…"
Your thing…
Your…
Your…
The entire world went silent.
Cho froze. Like a robot, she slowly turned her head to where Harry was pointing.
And didn't move.
It was the calm before a volcanic eruption.
Oh no. What did I just say…?
Harry stammered, "Cho—no, I didn't mean—it's not—"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
A shrill, earsplitting scream shattered the silence.
Harry's eardrums actually hurt.
Cho's face was burning red, practically steaming.
"GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT RIGHT NOW!" she screamed, voice cracking into sobs.
"Okay! Okay! I'm going!" Harry bolted for the door.
SLAM! He shut it behind him.
Cho snatched up the little thing, dove into bed, and buried her face deep into the blankets.
Sniff… sob… sob…
Outside the door, Harry leaned against the wall, his handsome face etched with the sorrow of a broken man.
"…My brain must've gotten slammed in a door this morning…"
Luobei: I want bookmarks. I want recommendation votes.
And I'm recommending: Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator. It's a great read.
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