After all, he still didn't make it to the Hearthstone World Championships, and Harry sighed regretfully, hoping that tomorrow's Daily Prophet would publish a report on the game.

As the night was dark and the moon hung high in the sky, Harry looked out the window at the stars and shifted his gaze back to the house.

The cosy cottage is much more casual than the one-size-fits-all décor of the Dursleys, or rather, there is no comparison between the two.

The yellowed wallpaper was plastered with all sorts of strange decorations, the floor had lost paint in many places, and an old-fashioned desk was placed on the wall, with a few messy magic books piled up on the table.

It was one of the few rooms in the Burrow, and in the middle of the house lay a bed on which Carl was lying with a thick brown blanket and his eyes closed, and Hermione was sitting on the edge of the bed.

It's already eleven o'clock.

Harry glanced at the hanging clock on the wall and yawned involuntarily.

They arrived during the day, and although there were some twists and turns, in the end, Mr. Malfoy's proposal was not accepted, and Karl was sent to the Burrow to recuperate, and Harry and Hermione naturally followed.

Looking at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry sighed again, Hermione had barely left since the day, and had been staying by Carl's bedside.

Somehow, Harry remembered the domineering little girl on the Hogwarts Express a year ago.

Compared to that time, the girl has changed so much that the domineering posture is almost impossible to find anymore.

Sometimes Harry really envied Carl, no matter his family background, or his grades, even people as picky as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia couldn't find anything wrong.

What's more, Carl has friends like Hermione.

Of course, Hermione was also his friend, which was more or less a relief to Harry, and it was definitely one of the luckiest things in the world to have a friend like Hermione.

Of course, Carl and Hermione seemed to be on better terms than friends, which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief - he couldn't imagine being inseparable from a girl day and night - it was a little uncomfortable.

It's a pity that Ron......

Harry sighed again, and in the dark, Harry seemed to have a feeling that if he wanted to be friends with Carl and Hermione, it seemed that he had to give up his friendship with Ron.

Shaking his head, Harry thought he might be too sleepy and hallucinating.

Inside, Harry also understood that the main reason why he and Ron became estranged was because of himself.

He had become different from when he first entered school, and Ron was still the same as when he first entered school, which made the two of them behave fundamentally different, and this difference extended to the way they saw things, and Harry didn't know if there was a specific word in the world to describe it.

After all, he had only graduated from primary school and had gone to Hogwarts since then.

As a school of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts has never had a humanities education class.

The thought flickered away, and Harry yawned again, a little overwhelmed.

Mrs. Weasley was very considerate, almost treating him as her own son, and arranged a separate room for him, which originally belonged to Charlie, who was now dealing with dragons in Romania and did not even return from the Hearthstone World Championships.

"Harry, go to sleep first. ”

Hermione heard him yawn and turned her head to him, then looked back at Carl lying on the bed.

Harry hesitated, then nodded silently, he wanted to tell Hermione to let her go to bed early, but it was useless to look at Hermione's appearance.

Harry stood up and walked to the door, just as he was about to open the door and leave, when there was a slight knock on the door.

Confused, Harry opened the door to Carl's cousin.

"Hello Harry, I'm coming to see Carl. Tom greeted him with a smile on his face, and no matter how ceremonial he acted, he was still so impeccable.

"Oh...... Hello. Harry quickly turned to the side to let the former in.

"Thank you. Tom nodded politely at Harry, glancing at the scar on Harry's forehead, then at Carl lying on the bed and Hermione sitting on the edge of the bed.

Standing in the doorway, Harry hesitated, but didn't leave directly.

In his heart, Harry always had an indescribable feeling about Carl's cousin, the two should have been very strange, but the first time he saw the former, there was an indescribable familiarity, and he couldn't even deliberately ignore it.

Instinctively, he was afraid that Carl's cousin would do something bad, and although this idea was ridiculous, it was so ingrained that he had to stay.

Coming to the bedside, Tom glanced at Carl, who seemed to be still asleep, his gaze lingered on Carl's face for a moment, and then his gaze shifted sideways, there, a blue flame floated directly above Carl's body, the flame was very close to the blanket on Carl's body, but it did not ignite the blanket, but like a gentle stove, exuding a soft temperature.

There was a hint of surprise in Tom's eyes.

"There are very few witches at your age who can use this kind of magic. Turning his head to look at Hermione beside him, Tom said, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Thank you. ”

Looking up at Tom, Hermione smiled reluctantly, a hint of tiredness in her eyes.

The two were silent for a long time, and suddenly, Tom spoke again.

"Hermione, huh. There was a hint of nonchalance in his voice, which made people a little wary, "What's your full name?"

Hermione opened her mouth, as if to answer, but then, as if sensing something, a look of confusion appeared on her face, and she frowned.

"Interesting. Looking at the girl's appearance, Tom whispered.

I saw that his face was straight, and then he showed an incomparably sunny smile.

"Beautiful little girl, may I have the privilege of knowing your name?" the voice was indescribably gentle.

Suddenly, the doubt in Hermione's eyes began to fade, and her eyes gradually filled with a boy's smile.

The scene in front of him made Harry, who was standing in the doorway, feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

"My name is ......," Hermione's gaze began to glaze off.

The boy's smile was so good-looking, and his voice was so gentle, even though it was late at night, but in Hermione's eyes, it was as if the whole world was lit up.

However, Hermione still didn't say her name.

"My name is ......," Hermione repeated, and in the depths of her eyes, there was a stubbornness that could not be dissolved.

"My name is ......"

"Her name is Hermione Jane Granger. ”

A slightly weak voice sounded, and suddenly, no smile mattered.

Looking at Carl, who slowly opened his eyes, Hermione smiled happily.

"Carl!"