There were only Hermione and Alan in the library late at night, and tomorrow was the day to go to Hogsmeade, and the excited little wizards had already gone back to get ready to pack.

Alan put down the "Curse You Don't Know" in his hand and looked thoughtfully at Hermione's slightly sunken eyes and dark circles.

She looked exhausted and exhausted.

"You're at odds with Harry. Alan affirmed.

Hermione scratched her head a little anxiously, "Well, Ron has always been awkward lately. ”

Hermione glanced at Allen, still holding back the bad things Ron had said about Allen.

But what kind of character Eren is, seeing Hermione's tangled expression, you know that it must have something to do with him.

Alan smiled and continued, "What about Harry?"

"Wood was almost crazy, pulling him to train every day. Hermione suddenly felt as if she had revealed Gryffindor's secret, and stopped talking.

There was some subtle awkwardness in the atmosphere.

Alan looked at the cluttered tables, at the long papers on arithmetic divination that had not dried in ink, at the longer papers on Muggle studies (On Muggle Mobility), and at the Rune translations that Hermione was working on.

"Do you have to finish all this homework tonight?" Alan picked up a very complex chart of numbers.

"Well, I want to finish all my homework before the holidays. Hermione bit her pen unconsciously, it was pitiful and cute.

"Maybe we can do some of it together. Alan blinked, and picked up the rune materials from Hermione's face.

In the quiet library, there was only the sound of two people talking and the rustle of the tip of the pen.

When the museum was supposed to be closed, Mrs. Pince snuggled up on the bench and fell asleep. Alan commanded a thick cloak with his wand and silently draped over her.

What he didn't know was that under the cloak, Mrs. Pince's fingers moved slightly.

"Arithmetic divination is amazing, tomorrow, oh no, today, we will have a pleasant and exciting day. Hermione stretched in contentment.

Alan rubbed his temples and looked at the parchment stacked high next to him in disbelief, they had really done all their homework!

With his help, Hermione has been fighting until late at night, and you can imagine how Hermione endured exhaustion and loneliness alone to complete her study tasks in normal times.

No wonder her face was so pale and haggard that she had to fight with Professor Lupin.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade today? Why don't you have a good rest in the dormitory. Alan felt that Hermione needed a good night's sleep.

"No, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester, and I must go. "After all, Hermione is still a young witch, and she still yearns for the lively and magical Hogsmeade.

"As far as I know, Harry doesn't have the permission of his guardian. So, you're going to do it yourself?" Alan asked.

"yes, but that's okay!" In the middle of the night, there was a hint of vulnerability in Hermione's slightly trembling voice.

"Hermione," Alan said suddenly, and Hermione looked at Allen.

The emotion in Alan's light blue eyes made her heart pound, was it what she imagined?

"Hermione, if you consider me a friend, you'll find that I'm a great travel partner. Alan looked at Hermione earnestly, a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Good. Hermione simply agreed, and Alan's words were not what she had imagined, and she felt a sense of loss, but she was also much more relaxed.

"We can buy all the things we have to buy for Christmas there!" said Hermione, "My mom and dad love those hairy mints from Duke Honey!"

Hermione noticed that in the dim light of the library, Alan's narrow shadow fell diagonally to the ground. In such a cold winter night, he smiled and nodded, which seemed extraordinarily warm.

"Ah, it's so late, why are you still in the library? Go back, go back, it's closed!" Mrs. Pince rose from her bench, picked up the feather duster that was erected on the ground, and waved it violently.

But Alan was not at all afraid, and he and Hermione quickly cleaned up the things on the long table, put the library materials back in their place, and then politely said goodbye to Mrs. Pince, who had her hands on her waist.

After saying goodbye to Alan and returning to the dormitory, Hermione did not fall asleep immediately after washing, but rummaged through her cupboard for a long time with the help of the light of her wand.

After placing some bottles and cans on the bedside table, and ironing a few pieces of clothing neatly, Hermione returned to the comfortable and soft bed with a satisfied smile.

Hermione was tossing and turning in bed, and in the library, Alan's speech and demeanor were constantly tossing and turning in her mind.

After tossing for a long time, Hermione fell asleep with a sweet smile.

On this snowy morning, the castle was quiet, but Hermione, who had fallen asleep late at night, was the first to wake up.

Alan stood alone on the marble staircase leading to the foyer, and the little wizards who passed by greeted Eren one after another, and Eren did not have any impatience, smiling and nodding to them.

Harry walked over with Ron, wrapped in a cloak and scarf, and Ron watched as Harry greeted Eren with a blank face, without saying a word.

Just as Harry was saying goodbye to Ron and Allen, hurried footsteps rang out in the hallway.

The three of them all looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Harry's mouth opened in surprise, Ron looked dumbfounded, his eyes unblinking, and Alan's eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face softened.

It's Hermione, a completely different Hermione than usual.

Her long, shaggy and unkempt curly hair was delicately coiled on top of her head, and instead of wearing a heavy winter coat, she wore a lilac slim-fitting woolen coat with a snow-white fur collar that made her palm-sized face look particularly delicate.

She didn't know what was applied to her face, and it looked fair and delicate.

And somehow, her temperament is also different - maybe it's just because she has removed the more than twenty thick books she usually carries on her body.

She smiled and looked at Allen, too—with a shy look on her face.

Harry couldn't understand how he hadn't noticed before - Hermione was so pretty.

Ron on the side was in a trance, completely frozen in place.

After saying hello to Harry, Hermione walked over to Allen, walking gracefully.

Alan said goodbye to Harry again and took Hermione with her, and walked to the foyer guarded by Filch.

Ron suddenly slapped the railing beside him hard, muttered and left Hogwarts under Filch's disgruntled gaze.