Since the beginning of school, this morning is the first time you came to see me at the Slytherin table. I know you don't like Slytherin, so even if I entered the house, you never took the initiative to come and tell me about your affairs.
Of course, I know, you wrote to me.
I just feel that your heart is no longer as gentle as before.
On the train, you would also be considerate of Ron's situation and be the first to express your own embarrassment.
But by the time you get to school, it seems like you no longer have your thoughts on anyone except Ron.
Of course, I don't mean that this has anything to do with Ron, but I sincerely hope that there is more than one voice around you.
I'm afraid that after a long time, you will be immersed in arrogance and lose something very important.
I know Ron is very kind to you and you take care of each other. He is very honest and I think he is very good too.
Then I started thinking, what did I do after school started?
I thought about going to Gryffindor on the first day of school, asking you to prepare for your homework, and accusing you of wasting food.
I also thought that I knew that the dean didn't like you, but I spent time leading Slytherin to do after-class review, but I didn't take care of you.
And today, you told me without reservation the secrets in your heart, Gringotts and so on, but I accused you of not caring about your classmates at all...
Sorry, Harry.
When I was young, what I hated most was that my parents suppressed me mentally and blamed me on various problems. Maybe I really did something wrong, but I hated their condescending attitude.
So much so that for a long time I have been habitually reflecting on myself, feeling low self-esteem, and even thinking that I am rubbish, and I cannot escape this kind of mental control.
But now I treat you the same way.
You are only eleven years old.
I was...I mean, in China, eleven-year-old students just entered junior high school and were at a loss and didn't even understand life, death and pain.
Neville is a good boy, but no matter how good he is, I shouldn't force him to let you be friends with him.
Just like I knew you didn't like Draco, so I never wanted to pit you two against each other.
I'm sorry for asking you for things that I can't even do myself.
I can't call Hogwarts my home. My home is in the East and I want to go back.
But I can't do it.
I don't know what I said... Anyway, Harry, I hope you will get better and better.
If you'll forgive me, then see you on the Quidditch pitch on Friday night, okay?
Sorry, it's the only night I don't have to go to the potions office or study.
p.s I ate the rock cake that Hagrid gave me.
It's really hard and I can't chew it, but it doesn't matter. I found that soaking it in hot milk makes it very sweet and makes me full.
It was really good as my late night snack tonight.
Please thank me on my behalf.
ppp.s, this owl belongs to Draco, he is nice to me and very well-behaved (just like you before and considerate).
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