"Hermione Granger?" Astoria Greengrass blinked, puzzled.

This name is not unfamiliar to her, in fact, most of the students at Hogwarts know Miss Granger's "big name...... She's a Gryffindor prefect, a year above herself, she's a friend of Harry Potter, the Savior, and she's always at the top of her grade......

The two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor, for historical reasons, rarely have any intersection-

Although, in Astoria's memory, two years ago on Halloween, she seemed to have had a brief encounter with Miss Granger, and even a little argument...... But she couldn't remember exactly what it was!

But it's kind of certain—

Hermione Granger wasn't anything but familiar to her.

......

"Hello, Miss Granger. Astoria scrambled to get up from the hospital bed, a courtesy smile on her face. She asked casually, "Is there something wrong?"

"Miss Greengrass, are you sick?" Hermione looked at the girl on the hospital bed with some hesitation, "It looks serious?"

"yes. Astoria didn't want to elaborate too much on her condition, she just nodded calmly and asked, "How did you find me?"

"It's just speculation......," Hermione replied, "I've heard of your sister, Miss Daphne Greengrass, who is in the same grade as me, and who often runs to the school hospital during this time...... And you've been on leave from the beginning of the semester, so I'm guessing you're probably hospitalized in the school hospital...... So I ......."

"Okay...... You're amazing!" Astoria whispered, interrupting Hermione. Her voice was sincere and unsarcastic.

"It's just a little bit clever. The corners of Hermione's mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

Astoria continued, her voice still full of doubt, "And Miss Granger, what are you looking for me for?"

"And at this point in time, shouldn't you all be in the auditorium enjoying the Halloween dinner...... Why did you choose to come to me at this point in time?" she added.

"Actually...... In fact...... Actually......" Hermione's tone began to hesitate.

"Huh?" Astoria snorted, the expression on her face becoming more puzzled.

"I just want to...... Ask you for news of a man......" Miss Granger said as she raised her voice.

"Inquire about a person......" Astoria on the sickbed repeated the other man's words in a low voice.

She seemed to realize something, and her tone immediately became a little colder:

"Who do you want to inquire about?"

......

"I'd like to inquire about ......" Hermione Granger's tone quickly calmed down as well, and she replied in her extremely calm voice, "Jon...... Jon Hart ......"

"I don't know!" Astoria said coldly, "He's already dead, isn't he...... A year and a half ago......"

"No...... He didn't!" Hermione retorted without hesitation, "He's just faking his death, I know very well...... In fact, he was at Hogwarts half a year ago, right...... I saw him back then!"

"You've just mistaken someone...... Astoria said lightly, lowering her head.

She wasn't very good at deceiving people, at least Miss Granger clearly didn't believe her words.

"You don't have to lie to me about such things, Miss Greengrass. Hermione's tone sounded more and more confident: "Not long ago, an Auror told me that he had been in the Isle of Man for ...... more than half a month ago"

"Isle of Man?" Astoria looked slightly flustered.

However, she still argued stubbornly: "No, absolutely not...... It's just a lie......"

"I remember you had a good relationship with him, didn't you, Miss Greengrass. Hermione smiled and said, "You were his dance partner at the Santa Ball two years ago, I remember it very well......"

"What does that have to do with you, aren't you also Victor Krum's dance partner?" Astoria said unceremoniously.

"If you really don't know about him, then you should be happy and even look forward to telling you that he may still be alive now!" Hermione Granger was equally unrelenting: "But why do you want to be sure that he is dead...... Unless, unless you have news about him all the time!"

"Even if there is, what does it have to do with you?" Astoria bit her lip angrily, her voice raising a lot.

The atmosphere seemed to have dropped several degrees suddenly......

A ginger, ugly-looking cat crept out from behind Hermione Granger...... Its flat face looked at the hospital bed with hostility.

At the same time, a very white and beautiful owl flew up from the bedside table...... It is condescending, looking down on a man and a cat......

The air was already filled with the smell of gunpowder.

However, this smell of gunpowder did not last long.

As if he had heard some strange noise, the owl Joglin shivered and "fell" from the sky and shrunk into Astoria's arms.

Crookshank also cowered behind Hermione.

At the same time, something came from the garden.

......

"You have to wash it all clean, if the purple rat juice is stained on the body for too long, it will produce a very strong foul smell......

"There's still a little bit of ...... on the tail Wait a minute, there is also on the butt, and the ass will have to be washed......"

"Don't put your head in my pocket, the herbs I promised you will definitely give you, and I will never break my promise!"

Jon Hart descended from the sky into the gardens of the Hogwarts School Hospital.

He was helping Phoenix Fawkes wash the purple squirrel juice off his body...... In order to deceive the Grindelwald believers (even after all these years, they who have had direct and indirect encounters with Albus Dumbledore must be no stranger to the breath of a phoenix), he applied a lot of this potion to Fawkes.

It just so happened that he remembered that there was a fountain in the garden of the school hospital, and that the Halloween dinner would theoretically take more than an hour to end, and he could stop by to see Astoria.

"Okay, wash it......" Jon shook the water from his hand, "You see, not a single hair is missing." ”

The phoenix didn't answer him, but spread its wings, ignoring its still wet wings, and looked behind Jon with some alarm.

Jon couldn't help but look back in some surprise—

Because he heard it too, heard footsteps coming from behind.