Fortunately, Cho Chang noticed him first.
Cho wore a smile that was neither warm nor distant as she greeted Harry. "Hi, Harry."
Although Cho did not deliberately show any desire to keep her distance, this attitude of treating him like a stranger made people feel even more distant.
Just as Merlin once said, "Between lovers, the most painful words are not 'I hate you,' but 'I don't know you.'"
That faint sense of unfamiliarity made Harry uneasy. His sixth sense told him that if he wanted to become close friends with Cho, he had to break through the barrier she had deliberately created.
Harry's mind raced, and he said with exaggerated anger, "How dare you? You should address me as the famous Harry Potter!"
"Pfft..." Cho could not help laughing.
Then she quickly straightened her face, pretending nothing had happened, but she could not hide the amusement in her eyes.
When Harry saw Cho laugh, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Though he had no basis for it, he felt that Cho was somewhat different from before.
Now that Harry no longer felt as restrained as he had at first, he asked, "What book are you looking for? Let me help."
"Sure." Cho smiled brightly without refusing.
"I'm looking for a History of Magic book, Journey of Medieval Wizards' Migration."
Harry looked at Cho in surprise, mixed with a trace of admiration.
Cho was baffled by Harry's gaze and said somewhat awkwardly, "Is there something on my face?" She wiped her face with her hand.
No girl failed to care about how she looked in other people's eyes, whether Eastern or Western.
Harry chuckled. "No, your face is very clean—three times cleaner than the snow outside."
Sweet talk came naturally to Harry.
Cho quickly turned her face away and