Harry Potter: Impossibly Cute

Ling Bai climbed up one step after another.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he didn't feel tired.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

The moment he closed his eyes, she felt his body suddenly float in the air for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a magnificent palace.

He found that the palace was empty, but there was a figure sitting above the palace.

He followed his line of sight.

The man had three thousand silver hairs, and even the author could still feel his tall and slender figure beneath his white robe.

His eyebrows and eyes are as beautiful as a painting, especially the pair of dark golden pupils, which make him look like a god.

"Little cutie"

As she stared at him, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her cold gaze softened, carrying a hint of pampering and helplessness.

"Enough of the fun"

The familiar voice caused a sudden pain in Ling Bai's brain.

Frame after frame of images were stuffed into his brain.

It turned out that the mysterious person who had been helping him was the person in front of him.

He is the main god, with three thousand small worlds under his command, and Ling Bai himself is a spiritual pet under the main god's throne.

After thoroughly absorbing all the memories, Ling Bai blinked his innocent eyes, suddenly transformed into his original form, and ran towards the person sitting in the seat.

She jumped onto his legs and skillfully found a comfortable position to nestle in.

"Naughty"

The man's hand gently touched his forehead, and Ling Bai rubbed his fingers affectionately.

"You were so playful that you lost your love and had no choice but to go down to the mortal world to experience the tribulation again. Does your body still hurt?"

Ling Bai stretched out his claws with grievance.

"Does your claw hurt?"

Ling Bai pointed at his head, body, and every part of his body.

"Now you are complaining to me."

Ling Bai acted coquettishly for a while, then jumped down and returned to human form.

"Don't be so playful next time. I have redecorated your room. Go and see if there is anything missing or what you want."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Ling Bai's face, and the man's gentle brows gradually turned cold.

In an instant, he regained his status as the almighty god.

"Want to go back and find them?"

Ling Bai nodded seriously.

"It was my fault after all, and I wanted to at least make it up to them."

"You used your blood to increase their lifespan by at least 300 years. The Heavenly Dao of that plane has already told me about this. I haven't blamed you yet, but you want to go down again."

Ling Bai felt a little guilty and didn't dare to look at the person in front of him.

"You disturbed that plane. How should I punish you for this?"

Ling Bai lowered his head guiltily and said nothing.

The Lord God sighed, feeling helpless towards his own child.

"Forget it, if you don't mention this matter, I won't pursue it anymore."

"But……"

Before Ling Bai finished speaking, the Lord God stood up.

He walked slowly towards Ling Bai.

While Ling Bai was still in doubt, her fingertips gently placed on his brow.

Suddenly, Ling Bai felt a pain in his brain.

It seemed as if something was forcibly taken away.

The man's fingertips slowly retracted, and following his movements, a white thread was pulled out from between Ling Bai's eyebrows.

The man lightly pressed his fingertips, and the thread instantly turned into powder.

Ling Bai blinked in confusion and instantly turned into a fox again.

A petite, furry little fox with nine tails swaying slowly behind it.

The man squatted down, picked up the little fox, and rubbed his fur affectionately.

"Let's go and see your new place."

The little fox understood what the man said and squeaked happily twice.

The man smiled pleasantly.

"Don't sneak out for fun next time."

The little fox pretended not to hear and covered his ears with his tail.

Time flies, one year, two years, five years, ten years. In the Leaky Cauldron, this year is the annual Christmas and everyone is celebrating the festival with great enthusiasm.

But there was only a man in a black robe sitting at a small table in the corner.

He slowly drank the last sip of butterbeer, turned and walked out of the bar.

The robe he wore was very loose, perhaps because he was too thin.

The wind mixed with ice and snow blew through his robe, but the man seemed unaware.

At Hogwarts school, most of the students have returned home.

Snape walked back to school in the snow and wind, and met Dumbledore as soon as he came back.

"Sever, I'm out again today. Let's have dinner together later."

Snape shook his head in silence.

Dumbledore stroked his beard.

"If he knew you were like this, he would be unhappy."

Snape froze as he was about to leave.

"Sif, ten years have passed. Last time, Gellert waited for him for nearly a hundred years. You can't be so muddleheaded every day. He must want you to get better."

Snape slowly clenched his hands hidden under his robe, and he looked up at the snow and ice outside.

"Do you think he will come back?"

Dumbledore was silent.

"This is not something we can control. Since he promised you, he will come back. He has always been a man of his words.

I guess I haven't come back yet, I'm just tripping over my feet."

Snape hummed lightly, stopped talking about this topic with Dumbledore and turned away.

Dumbledore sighed.

At the Quidditch training ground, Cedric had just finished training and was brushing off the snow on his body.

His teammates shouted at him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Captain, would you like to have dinner with us?"

"Yes, you are not going home today, Christmas Day."

"You guys go first, I won't go"

No one asked any questions and just turned and left.

Cedric walked down the corridor to his lounge.

The hallways were lined with portraits of star players from each year, and Cedric's portrait was hanging in the newest section.

Cedric returned to the lounge, took a shower, and sat on the bed.

There is still a group photo on the bedside table next to the bed, and next to the photo is a small and exquisite fox statue.

Cedric's eyes fell on the photo and he stopped wiping his hair.

There was a look of sadness in those eyes that were full of tenderness and love.

He reached out and picked up the photo, his fingertips gently running across the cheek of the boy next to him in the photo.

"I don't know how you are doing in the other world. Today is Christmas. Did you have a good dinner? It's been ten years. It feels like it's been so fast. It's just a blink of an eye."

Cedric talked to himself, and as he spoke, his vision became blurry.

A tear smudged the frame of the photo, and Cedric quickly wiped away the stain with his sleeve.

But the more he wiped the photo, the more water there was. Cedric looked at the windy and snowy weather outside.

There was no one to watch the snow with him this year.