The main color of the night is always as black as ink.

The red drapery, which is still vivid during the day, will dim at night; The gold-rimmed tapestries hanging on the walls also lose their luster at night.

Only on a clear night will there be a bright moon in the sky, sprinkling a cold light like a veil of mist. And at this time, the chaotic black will be mixed with a little silver light, which will make the darkness of the night a little lighter.

At this moment, in the bedroom of the Gryffindor Tower, the moonlight filtered through the grille window on the outer edge, painting the windowsill and wall with a layer of varnish that seemed to be slightly cool.

"Harry, they're all asleep...... What's going on with Hermione? What did you find? It's time to talk about it, right? ”

Ron stood by the dark red curtain near the mirror, looking at Harry sitting on the windowsill, a hint of depression evident on his face.

"Hmm."

Harry leaned against the window, staring out at the world shrouded in night. The moonlight swept across his face, outlining the side of his face in a hazy outline.

"Of course, I'll tell you......," he said, "but before I do that, there's something I want to ask you." ”

Seeing that Harry was suddenly a little mysterious, Ron couldn't help but frown.

"What's the matter?"

"Naturally, it's about Hermione," Harry said, still looking out the window, seemingly casually, "It's you, Maca, and Hermione, to be exact." As your best friend, I feel obligated to ask you—"

At this point, he paused.

"Do you still like Hermione?"

When Ron heard this, he was stunned, and his pupils suddenly shook.

"How is that possible!" He felt a little dry in his throat for a while, which made him can't help but swallow his saliva first, "Didn't I tell you about it a long time ago?" Hermione liked Maca...... It's been so long, why are you still asking? ”

"Don't talk about these useless things, Ron."

Harry suddenly turned his face to look at the other party, which couldn't help but force the latter to subconsciously look away.

"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" Again, he asked, "Isn't it okay to answer 'yes' or 'no'?" Why explain? ”

"I'm ......" Ron pursed his lips, his heart suddenly becoming agitated, "I'm asking you, tell me what you found out about Hermione?" Stop asking such pointless questions! ”

Although he was irritable, he was still aware of his surroundings.

The other roommates in the dormitory were sleeping, so he didn't speak too loudly. It was only because some of the depression in his heart was gradually provoked by Harry's words that the tone had become much heavier.

Seriously, he had already buried this matter in his heart, and even thought that he was about to forget about it.

However......

"You're just running away from the problem," Harry continued leisurely, "there's no way to avoid it—you see, as soon as I mention it, you immediately show a great deal of annoyance and unease. Isn't that the same as saying......"

"No!" Ron frowned and lowered his voice, "I didn't!" ”

"Really?" Seeing this, Harry shook his head slightly, "In that case, then you answer my question like a man - do you still like her?" Still don't like her? ”

"You-"

Ron seemed to be trying to argue or explain something, but Harry stood up and grabbed him by the front.

"Look at me!"

Harry's words were not loud, and they could even be said to be deliberately light. But somehow, Ron felt as if he had been struck by a spell, as if even his soul trembled.

Ron, involuntarily, turned his head and looked into his best friend's eyes in a daze.

"You still like her."

Harry stared into Ron's eyes, and the words popped out of his mouth almost word by word.

"I ...... I still like it...... She. Ron couldn't help but repeat it.

"In that case, what do you want to do?"

"From Maca's hands, take back her heart." Ron said slowly.

"No, you know very well that you can't do it."

"Then I should ...... What to do. A layer of confusion welled up in Ron's eyes.

"Give me your soul and I can help you."

"My soul ......," Ron said with his eyelids half-drooping, as if puzzled, "how can I ...... Over to you? ”

"Open your heart to me!"

At some point, Ron's face was left with nothing left.

"Open...... Heart...... "He said in a sneering manner.

"yes, that's it."

Harry said, gently loosening Ron's shirt and smoothing out some of the wrinkles for him. Then, he casually touched Ron's eyes, and the latter suddenly shriveled to the ground, fainting silently.

"The gap in the human heart will always be the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. This will not change for thousands of years or 10,000 years. ”

As he said this, the corners of Harry's mouth seemed to curl uncontrollably, and the smile was colder than the moonlight behind him.

……

At this moment, in the common room outside, Hermione was sitting on the sofa with a slight frown.

"Something is wrong...... she whispered alone, "something is wrong with Harry, and something is wrong with me...... Why did I suddenly stop looking for Maca? Why did Harry stop me from telling Hagrid the facts? ”

In fact, in addition to these two points that she was most concerned about, Hermione had more "wrong" in her heart.

For example, why did the elves tie up the invisible beast Demi, and what was the use of that unfinished building? And at that time, why did the little guy take the initiative to cancel the stealth in front of her, but he was surprisingly calm.

At that time, there were so many questions that she didn't have time to think about it. And now that I have calmed down and reasoned about it, one after another troublesome doubts have come to me.

Rather than to be summed up in one point, that is, why would an invisible beast bring out so many messy suspiciousities at once?

"And why did Harry say 'see you later'? What does he want to say to me? Hermione pondered, and asked herself in the back of her mind, "Or what did he find?" ”

As I thought about it, the questions became mixed together, and it became more and more difficult to think.

Just as Hermione was about to push through the chaos of thoughts and think about it from another angle, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.

She looked back and soon saw the familiar figure.

"Harry, come here, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, really?" In the shadow of the doorway, Harry nodded, "What a coincidence, Hermione, I have something to ask you!" ”

"What?" Hermione paused, but then continued, "Anyway, you come here first, don't be stunned there!" ”

"Okay."

Harry said as he walked slowly to the couch and sat down on a chair.

"But Hermione, I think you'll have to listen to me first," he suddenly looked into Hermione's eyes, a deep gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "There's a question I want you to answer me—"

"What do you think of Luna?" Harry asked in a deep voice, "Don't say it lightly, think about it...... Look at the real thought in your heart. ”

As he spoke, his voice seemed to have an indescribable magnetism, and every word was filled with the magic that immersed him.

“…… The real idea? Hermione blinked, hesitantly repeated.

……

At the same time, the office of the professor of the Ancient Demon Literature Class.

Maca sat behind his desk, her cheeks curled and staring at the two sheets of paper on the table. One of them was the Rule Rune Guide Chart that was originally attached to the Book of Sin, and the other was the Scroll of Truth.

Having reviewed the centaur formation in the Dragon's Cave earlier, he had been thinking about the situation with that rule rune.

It's just that no matter how he feels, he can't understand the mystery.

Although he had more or less realized that the rune might be the key to solving many problems. But in terms of research, Muggle science is the same as wizarding magic, they emphasize accumulation and graduality, and it is something that cannot be rushed.

Actually, before Ewen Ravenclaw popped up, Maca wasn't in much of a hurry. Even if Helbo crawled out of the ground, it would only make him focus more on improving his strength.

But just because old Eun's words involved too many things about Rowena, and all kinds of inconsistent statements and experiences, Maca, who had always been calm, had to be anxious.

Don't forget, Rowena's trial is back not long ago!

"This damn couple......" Maca leaned back in her chair and rubbed her somewhat sore head after knocking on the table, "Rowena...... No, Rowena Mira...... Are you the 'liar' I call in the future? Or is it the 'Great Witch' that everyone praises? ”

"Or," he sighed, "both?" ”

It's hard for Maca to believe in something. Especially when you are always connected to your own life, necessary but overly cautious can often complicate things.

And what he didn't know was that while he was trapped by these problems from a thousand years ago, some not-so-good things had quietly spread to his side.

"Whew-"

Maca let out another breath, but it couldn't ease his visceral exhaustion.

"Professor Dumbledore," he muttered to himself, "when you were faced with so much chaos, what made you really put everything down and choose to 'run'?" ”