"Hermione, Hermione, are you alright?" Hermione woke up from her sleep and heard someone calling out to her with concern.

She looked up and saw her roommate, Lavender Brown, standing behind her, staring at her silently.

Hermione realized that she must have had a nightmare, and immediately covered her chest, breathing a sigh of relief, that scene was so real that she still had lingering palpitations.

The girl covered her lips at this time, yawned, and then glanced at the various materials piled up on Hermione's desk, and sighed: "You are really hard, you are so tired of doing your homework that you fall asleep, and you have taken extra classes?" Lavender reasoned as a matter of course.

But at the same time, it's not strange, after all, this is also Hermione's normal.

"But I still think you can relax, don't let yourself be so tired, why do girls have to fight so hard? Isn't it good to find a better boyfriend who knows how to take care of yourself?" said this, Lavender's face crept up a little red, as if he thought of something.

"By the way, today, Professor Trelawney said I'm going to have a boyfriend this year!" she said excitedly, eager to share her joy with her roommates.

Even though today is not the day of class, it is customary for this student to communicate with the divination professor, and she likes to listen to Professor Trelawney's divination, and she feels that with this teacher's guidance, she will not be confused in the future.

"Yes, yes?" Hermione's expression was a little strange, if she remembered correctly, she used to say this a lot last semester, but she didn't see her find a boyfriend, but Hermione wasn't ready to refute at this time, she had already fallen out with that teacher completely, and she didn't have classes, so there was no need to make an unpleasant relationship with her roommate.

"If only Krum could be my boyfriend, tall, handsome, a Quidditch star, and a foreigner, how romantic!" Lavender said wistfully, as if there were stars twinkling in his eyes, but the sparkle on his face soon dimmed again, and it was obvious that this was an unrealizable, unrealistic fantasy.

They obviously don't have much to do with each other, and the closest relationship may be between the audience and the performers.

When Lavender mentioned the name Krum, Hermione's expression immediately froze. She suddenly remembered how she had left the library in a hurry today, and she wondered why Krum wanted to be friends with her.

Hermione wasn't going to reveal it to Lavender, though, because it would look like she'd be showing off.

"Seriously, who do you like with those two people?" Lavender asked with a casual pull over a stool from behind him, sitting under him, and smiling ambiguously.

Sometimes girls ask questions that are so direct.

"Which two?" Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, and she didn't react.

Lavender probably didn't hear Hermione's question, she crossed her fingers and counted: "The three of you are often together, everyone else is guessing who you will be with, Mr. Savior has a good reputation and looks quite handsome, but I don't have much contact with him, and I don't know if he has a good personality, but I always feel that there may be something wrong with his heart, after all, he has no parents since he was a child." ”

"Oh, I don't mean anything else, just a matter of facts, don't tell him, I think he's usually doing pretty well. Lavender hurriedly added, suddenly realizing that he now seemed to be speaking ill of others behind his back.

She withdrew one of her fingers and continued counting, "I think the Weasleys one is good, I think it's humorous, and it's okay personality." ”

Hermione felt that Lavender's face was flushing a little.

"Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff should be good, tall enough and good at learning, it's hard to believe that he would be a student of Hufflepuff, but unfortunately he didn't become a Warrior. Lavender shook his head, but began to stretch out, no longer confined to their small circle.

"Slytherin's ......" Hermione had already guessed what she was going to say, and then interrupted, "Sorry, I'm a little sleepy and want to go to bed." ”

"Alright then, I wish you a good dream. Lavender said with a smile, then glanced at the clock on Hermione's desk, and his face changed drastically: "It's so late, I'm going to sleep too! Staying up late is very damaging to the skin! That's what Madam Pomfrey said!"

After washing, Hermione lay on the bed covered by a crimson flannel curtain, her eyelids closed, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Maybe it's because I've slept for a long time, or maybe I'm worried about someone.

She tossed and turned on the cot, the dream just now kept replaying in her mind, the dragon's cruel fangs sprinkled with a patch of blood, and the boy fell in a pool of blood, blood flowing quietly on the stone floor, spreading, showing a strange sense of cruelty.

Malfoy's parents in the stands screamed and fainted, and there was chaos around them, and Madam Pomfrey rushed out of nowhere, and Dumbledore walked quickly to the middle of the field and subdued the dragon.

Scenes from the dream flashed in her mind.

"If he knows, then my reminder will be regarded as useless, if he doesn't know about it, then I will just let him stand on the same running line with others again, which should be regarded as returning his favor, this is not emotional, this is not emotional. Hermione finally seemed to have made up her mind, but at the same time she made some excuses to convince herself.

Her hand reached out of the curtain and fumbled for a quill from the bedside table.

"Parchment flying!" Hermione whispered, trying not to wake her roommate.

A piece of parchment on the wooden table "whoosh" through the gap in the curtain, then suddenly slowed down and staggered to the side of Hermione's pillow.

"Fluorescent flicker!" she whispered again, then supported the quilt with her left hand to give her room to move, and her right hand was placed in front of her with some difficulty, and began to write in a difficult position.

If he had the chance, Harry might be able to talk to her about his homework under the covers.

The handwriting was crooked, not at all consistent with her usual handwriting, and even Professor McGonagall would not recognize it.

Admittedly, there was a reason for the irregular movements, but more often than not, Hermione did it on purpose, and she didn't want to be recognized.

"It's written. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief at the handwriting she didn't recognize, but she could barely make out the handwriting in front of her.

"Crookshan?" Hermione called softly from the bed, and the big ginger cat curled up under the bed jumped onto Hermione's cot with a nimble gesture that did not match her fat body.

Hermione began to speak in a low voice next to her pet's ear, knowing that her cat was smart enough to understand what she meant.

"Don't be seen, I'll give you more food tomorrow. Hermione whispered, touching the docile fur of Crookshan.