HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 290 A Return to Peaceful Campus Life

“Ayers, I think I’m a bit outmatched by Riddle.” Harry thought of that outstanding man he had met once before.

“Why would you say that, Harry?” Ayers asked with concern, his eyes full of worry.

Harry sighed, his brow furrowed, recalling his meeting with Riddle. "He's so smart and cunning. Every word he said seemed meticulously calculated. I felt like I was transparent to him; he seemed to see right through me, my thoughts and my weaknesses."

Ayers patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be so discouraged, Harry. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Riddle may be outstanding in some ways, but you also have your shining points. You are brave and kind, qualities that Riddle will never have."

Harry smiled helplessly: "That's true, but in actual confrontations, these qualities don't seem to play a big role. He can always cleverly use various resources and interpersonal relationships to seek his own interests, while I always hesitate on some key issues."

After a moment's thought, Ayers said seriously, "Harry, you must understand that fighting is not just about intelligence and tactics, but also about faith and perseverance. Riddle's actions may seem clever, but his motivation is to do whatever he wants. You, on the other hand, are fighting for justice and to protect those around you. This belief will become your most powerful weapon."

Harry nodded slightly, his eyes gradually hardening: "You're right, Ayers. I can't back down just because he's strong. I must believe in my own abilities and fight him in my own way."

“That’s right, Harry. And you’re not fighting alone; you have a group of people supporting you.” Ayers encouraged.

"Okay, I understand," Harry replied with a smile.

"Alright, it's getting late. Do you need to take a shower and sleep with me?" I said to Harry with a smile.

Harry was slightly taken aback, his cheeks quickly flushed, and a hint of panic and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

His hands, which were resting on his knees, unconsciously clenched his trouser legs, and his Adam's apple bobbed as if he was trying to swallow something.

“Uh… this…” Harry stammered, his voice trembling slightly.

His gaze darted around the room, but he dared not meet "my" eyes.

Various thoughts tangled together in his mind. On the one hand, he felt that the invitation came somewhat suddenly, making it difficult for him to adapt for a while; on the other hand, he felt a little bit of anticipation and shyness in his heart.

After a moment of silence, Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and stammered, "I... I don't need to take a shower. I didn't get too dirty outside. But... would it be inappropriate for me to sleep with you?" His voice grew softer and softer, and he lowered his head, hoping to hide the embarrassment on his face.

“I…I’m afraid I’ll disturb your rest,” Harry quickly added, glancing furtively at “me” to see my reaction.

When he saw that "I" still had a smile in my eyes, his tension eased a little.

He bit his lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "But... if you really want me to sleep with you, I... I can do that too."

After saying that, Harry felt his heart pounding in his throat, his hands clenched into fists, waiting for "my" response.

At this moment, he was both afraid of being rejected and feeling disappointed, and worried that if he really agreed, the subsequent interactions would make him even more awkward.

Harry's shy demeanor was like a flower blooming in spring, carrying an indescribable innocence and charm.

A blush spread across his cheeks, and his eyes lowered shyly, his long eyelashes trembling gently as if fluttering with tiny starlight.

My heart felt as if it were being gently touched by a tender hand, and a strong impulse surged within me, making me want to hold him tightly in my arms.

I slowly walked up to Harry, and the air seemed to be filled with a subtle tension and anticipation.

He noticed my approach, looked up, and a hint of panic flickered in his bright eyes, like a startled fawn.

I looked at him, and a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. I reached out and gently wrapped my arms around his body.

His body stiffened slightly, then seemed to relax and gently leaned into my arms.

His body was warm, carrying a unique, refreshing scent that made me feel incredibly comfortable.

I gently tightened my arms around him, holding him even closer, feeling his heartbeat intertwined with mine, as if the whole world had quieted down.

Harry rested his head on my shoulder, and I could feel his breath tickling my neck.

I lowered my head and gently kissed the top of his head, whispering, "You're so adorable."

His body trembled slightly, and then he whispered, "Don't...don't say that." His shy tone made me laugh.

We embraced each other quietly, and time seemed to slow down.

I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth and sweetness of this moment. In this noisy world, how lucky I am to have such a warm embrace and such a lovely person by my side.

After a long while, I slowly released my embrace. Looking at Harry's still flushed face, I couldn't help but gently pinch his cheek again.

He shyly pulled his hand away from mine, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"Let's go, let's take a shower first." I picked up Harry and put him in the bathroom. "I want to sleep with you smelling so good."

Harry blushed deeply after I said that, but in the end he still took a hot bath.

Harry, wearing a bathrobe, slowly walked toward my bed, his steps somewhat shy and a little bewildered.

He sat gently on the edge of the bed, his hands awkwardly clasped together, his cheeks still flushed.

I turned off the bathroom light, walked to the bedside, and sat down next to him.

The room was extremely quiet; the only sound was their soft breathing.

I turned my head to look at him. His wet hair was plastered to his forehead, and his eyes were somewhat evasive, yet they revealed a unique tenderness.

"Harry, sleeping with wet hair will give you a headache," I said softly, taking out a towel to dry his hair.

He sat obediently and whispered, "Oh."

He just sat there quietly, and I dried his hair little by little. After a while, Harry suddenly said, "Thank you, Ayers."

I smiled and replied, "No need to thank me, you're the most important person to me." Hearing my words, he lowered his head again, nervously clutching the corner of his clothes with both hands.

Just then, a flash of lightning streaked across the window, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Harry was startled by the sudden noise and instinctively snuggled closer to me.

I gently patted his back and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Thunder rumbled in waves, and large raindrops pounded against the windowpane, making a crackling sound.

Harry held me tightly, his body trembling slightly.

I hugged him tighter and whispered comforting words in his ear.

Perhaps feeling safe in my arms, Harry gradually relaxed.

His breathing became even and steady, and when I looked down, I found that he had fallen asleep.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint smile played on his lips, making him look quite adorable.

I picked him up and put him in bed, holding him and watching him sleep peacefully, my heart filled with tenderness.

Suddenly, Harry mumbled in his sleep, "Don't leave me."

I gently kissed his forehead and said, "I will never leave you, never."

The rain gradually stopped, and moonlight shone through the clouds into the room.

Looking at Harry in my arms, I felt that this night was so special.

On this night filled with love and warmth, I know that our feelings for each other will grow even stronger.

I don't know how much time passed before I gradually drifted off to sleep. In my dream, Harry and I were holding hands, strolling through a beautiful sea of ​​flowers. The sunlight shone on us, and our smiles were as radiant as the flowers.

Without Umbridge, we went back to our usual school days. Due to the lack of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Headmaster Dumbledore called Sirius Black back to teach the class.

"Don't you have anything to tell me?" I was stopped by someone right after my Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Sirius kept me here, and Fred and George, seeing us like this, wanted to come over and ask what was wrong.

"You all go to the main hall and wait for me. I have something to discuss with Professor Sirius Black." I didn't expect Sirius to block my way so quickly.

Fred and George knew I had something private to discuss with Sirius, so they didn't linger and left first.

"Alright, now it's just the two of us. What do you want to ask?" I smiled calmly as I looked at Sirius across from me.

"Why didn't you look for me after you left? And when we met again, you were helping that snotty-nosed brat teach me a lesson." Sirius stared straight at me, his eyes full of hurt and questioning.

I sighed, leaned back in my chair, and said slowly, "Sirius, I really did leave back then. I didn't want to implicate you, afraid that you would be in danger if you stayed with me. I acted alone so that I could better protect you and everyone else."

Sirius stood up angrily and paced back and forth in the room. "Do you think this is protecting me? Do you know how much I've worried about you all these years, how much I've wanted to fight alongside you? And you, you just disappeared after you finished. As for helping Snape that time... you've already come back looking like this. Why didn't you come to me, but instead helped that snot-nosed brat teach me a lesson?"

I stood up and walked over to him. "I helped Snape that time because I didn't want to see you make a mistake. Your prank could have had irreversible consequences, and I couldn't just stand by and watch you make a mistake, much less let you ruin yourself because of a moment of impulse. I know you hate Snape, but in that situation, reason had to prevail over emotion."

Sirius stopped and looked at me, the anger in his eyes gradually subsiding, replaced by a trace of confusion and helplessness. "But why don't you explain? Why don't you tell me it was you who was in the first place?"

I patted him on the shoulder. "Sirius, some things can't be explained in just a few words. Besides, the situation was urgent at the time, and I didn't have time to explain it to you slowly. I thought you would understand my good intentions after things calmed down."

Sirius remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath and said, "Perhaps you are right. Over the years, I have gradually come to understand your difficulties. However, I still hope that we will not have such misunderstandings again in the future. No matter what happens, we will face it together."

I nodded. "Of course, Sirius. We're friends, comrades-in-arms. No matter what happens in the future, I'll never let you face it alone again."

We're friends now, but that might not be the case in the future.

We smiled at each other, and the years of estrangement vanished in that moment.

Some time later, the three kids, along with Fred and George, witnessed a strange scene: Sirius was chatting with Ayers, their arms around each other's shoulders.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Hermione frowned, pondering the reason: "Weren't Sirius and Senior Ayers enemies before? Why are they chatting so happily now?"

Harry fell into deep thought, his mind replaying Sirius's past words, trying to find some clues.

Fred and George exchanged a glance, their usual mischievous smiles returning. "Hey, maybe there's some interesting story behind this!" George rubbed his hands together excitedly.

“We have to find out what’s going on,” Fred agreed.

So, the group quietly approached, wanting to hear what Sirius and Ayers were talking about.

However, as they approached, Sirius seemed to sense something, turned around, and waved at them.

“Come on, kids,” Sirius said with a smile. The group stepped forward somewhat awkwardly, with Harry asking first, “Godfather, how come you and Ayers seem so familiar?”

Sirius patted Ayers on the shoulder and said, "Ayers is a friend of mine from a long time ago."

Sirius himself was a little unsure how to introduce it. He wondered if he could tell his godson about Ayers's childhood.

Ayers laughed and explained to everyone, "We've known each other for a long time, but he didn't recognize me back then." Hearing this explanation, everyone suddenly understood.

"Isn't this your own fault for hiding it too well? Every time I see you, you're different." Sirius awkwardly scratched his head.

I didn't say anything, just smiled. This is not all; I may need to go to his place again.

A time when he changed his current friendships.