At night, the street of Vincent is brightly lit, the road is lined with small hedged buildings, and there are occasionally a few pedestrians walking slowly on the street, and the evening breeze of the summer night is especially cool tonight.

The scarcity of pedestrians does not mean that the conspicuous "deer cart" is not eye-catching, just the reindeer standing side by side in front of the tall horses, people can't help but look closely, satin-like light / smooth gray-white fur, like a brocade crown of gorgeous forked antlers, soft neck, abdomen, all the way to the hooves of the line, full of beauty / gan and explosive.

It is not surprising that such four animals appear on the streets, and reporters are called, but at this moment, people seem to be invisible, and they are familiar with them, and Hermione certainly knows that the car must have been subjected to Muggle shielding charms, or Muggle blinding charms or other magic, just like Hogwarts, maybe the Muggles are just looking at a garbage can stuffed with garbage that they subconsciously don't want to look at more.

"Look, it's fixed!"

Ning An tinkered in front of the door for a while, proudly showing Hermione his results, the door lock was restored to its original state, but the trace of the lock edge being cut could not be concealed.

She glanced at Ning An, saw him again, and was so sweet in her heart that she couldn't bear to say anything, so she reflexively locked the door with the key, and went to carry her suitcase.

It was a black suitcase, and she secretly cast a traceless stretching spell in it, although it couldn't be expanded into a large space, but it could still put some change of clothes, books and other things.

"Come on, I'll mention-" Ning An smiled and walked over quickly, reached out to carry the box, and grabbed Hermione's hand intentionally or unintentionally, as if electrocuted, Hermione retracted her hand, looking at the evil smile on Ning An's face, I don't know whether to pretend to be annoyed, or to hold on to the expressionless face now.

"Meow-" Crookshan lay on the box and yawned boredly to help Hermione get through this embarrassing moment, she stomped her foot, stepped on the ground twice with her little leather shoes, and ignored Ning An and walked to the carriage.

There were people she didn't know behind her, and she didn't want to say anything more here.

Ning An lifted the box, and Crookshan had already jumped down from it, raising his thick yellow tail, following behind his master, and getting into the carriage step by step.

"Sir—"

Papache and Chetty came up to take the box from Ning An's hand, and Nils Althouse also stepped forward, as if to ask Ning An if he needed any more help.

"Let's go, let's go."

Ning An waved his hand to signal that they didn't care about him, stepped on the steps of the carriage step by step with the suitcase, and walked in, the space inside was still so spacious, the fireplace was burning, but it seemed to be deliberately weakened, he turned around and closed the door of the carriage, and only Ning An and Hermione were left here.

"Won't they come in?"

Hermione sat slightly stiffly on the cushion in the corner of the carriage, far from the fireplace, wearing a short-sleeved shirt that few people in London would burn in such weather.

"They're driving in front."

Ning An pushed the box aside and put it away, watching Hermione sit on the cushion in restraint, her hands supporting her body unnaturally, her eyes dodging not to touch herself, and she felt inexplicably funny in her heart.

As if playing a prank, he slowly walked towards Hermione, step by step, and with each minute he got closer, it seemed as if he could hear the girl's heartbeat.

"I hope you bring some thick clothes, Durmstrang is not as warm as London." As he spoke, he slowly crouched down beside Hermione, grabbed a soft cushion next to her, put it under his ass/gu, and sat down.

"Hmm......" Hermione responded, her breathing was shaking, so that her voice was a little out of tune, Ning An couldn't help but let herself laugh, he saw the girl's slender shoulders, trembling slightly.

"Hmm...... I brought winter clothes......" Coughing twice, Hermione reopened her mouth, finishing what she had just said, and Crookhill lay on Hermione's other side, tilting his head in confusion, his flat face covered with question marks, as if trying to figure out who the boy sitting on the other side of the master was.

"Are you mad at me?"

Ning An stretched out his hand, gently grabbed Hermione's trembling shoulders, and took her into his arms, the familiar warmth, the familiar taste, the familiar feeling, the thin wall that had risen invisibly because the two had not seen each other for a while, and the thin wall that lay in the middle was instantly shattered.

Hermione's face turned red for a moment, as if she was being scorched by flames, she raised her hand and tried to push Ning An away, but somehow, as if someone had cast a cartilage spell, she couldn't use her strength, but squirmed back and forth in his arms as if she was coquettish, Ning An chuckled and muttered

"Haha, look at you, like a Flober caterpillar—"

"Okay, you're saying I'm low-level and boring?"

Hermione gritted her teeth, used force on her arm, pushed one of Ning An's hands away, and turned her head away from him, but at this time, the deer cart suddenly started, and the entire carriage slid backwards, and Hermione was forced to fall into Ning An's arms again, and then he hugged her, and then the carriage returned to stability.

"We're leaving—" Ning An looked out the window and said softly, although Hermione also wanted to take a look, but she was secretly angry in her heart, she always felt that she was suppressed by Ning An in all aspects, as if she was willing to be a marionette in his hand, this feeling, Hermione had never had.

She is strong, independent, and always has her own ideas, but in front of Ning An, she seems to have become a little girl who knows nothing, Hermione subconsciously hates this feeling, she struggles to get rid of it, so she continues to push Ning An hard.

However, she was greeted by warm lips, as if ice had been poured into boiling water, and the moment she touched the steam, it had already begun to melt, and Hermione felt that she was now an ice cube falling into boiling water.

She was melting, the whole person, from the body to the soul, was melting, how long had she not kissed Ning An, how strong this melting feeling was, and she no longer had the heart to think about those other reasons, all kinds of emotions, she just blindly melted, melted into this cup of boiling water that she couldn't escape.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

After a while, her lips and teeth parted, and she couldn't tell which one was whose tongue and which was whose lips, Hermione leaned weakly into Ning An's arms, and without saying a word, her heart seemed to fly.

Glancing out by chance, she could already see that they were indeed flying, and that they were flying in the sky.

But no matter how high she flew, it was not as high as a girl's heart at this time, Hermione thought that her heart should have flown to outer space, and she was so happy that she was even more afraid that her heart would fall, so she leaned on it, sniffing the boy's body lightly, and put all the questions she had thought about behind for the time being.

"Don't you ask me why I came to see you so late?" Ning An, who was holding Hermione, seemed a little curious, and Hermione secretly scolded stupid/gua, and sat up from his arms.

Turning around, facing Ning An, he reached out and grabbed Ning An's face abruptly, stretched his head over, and the lips of the two hugged each other again, and after a sweet deep kiss, Hermione retracted her head.

She broke out of the boy's arms, pulled the cushion across from Ning An, and sat down facing him.

"Whew-" exhaled, as if to regain his composure, "Alright, now you can explain to me what you do." ”

Looking at Hermione's serious appearance, Ning An actually felt a little nervous, he regretted a little that he provoked this talk, maybe he didn't say it, Hermione didn't ask, they could hug like this for a long time.

Shaking his head, he knew that it was impossible to hide it from Hermione, and he had intended to make it clear that he had invited her this time, he didn't want to even deceive and guard against his lover, it would make him feel very tired.

"You know I said something in the letter," Ning An muttered, looking at Hermione, "it's the process of becoming Durmstrang's headmaster, it's complicated, but it's not the point I want to talk to you. ”

"Huh? So what's the point? ”

The ginger loop-legged big cat jumped on Hermione's lap at some point, curled up, purring, Hermione absentmindedly scratched the root of its ear, and at the same time raised her head to look at Ning An, the expression on her face was slightly heavy.

"I helped bring Voldemort back to life." Ning An said lightly.

Hermione's face suddenly lost its color, and her hand froze at the base of Crookshan's ear, as if she had choked on something and her throat was stuck.

"Oh...... Why are you doing this......" Her voice was trembling, but she could feel how hard she was trying to soothe her emotions so that she didn't break out, the corners of her mouth seemed to be muttering something over and over again, she looked at Ning An's eyes, shaking her head slightly

"I ...... I mean...... You...... Why would you want to do that...... Be...... Why......"

"Hermione,"

Ning An still maintained a calm tone, but it could be seen that he was very careful in his words, observing the expression on the face of the girl opposite, and tried his best to say sincerely:

"Voldemort will be resurrected sooner or later," he looked into her eyes, "as long as you don't kill him completely, he will always exist, even if he becomes a lonely ghost, he may come back at any time." ”

"So...... You helped him? Hermione's voice was empty and meaningless.

"I think it is in the best interest of the resurrection to put him under our surveillance, at the very least, Dumbledore knew the news of his resurrection in time, and Harry conveyed it to Dumbledore."

Hermione rubbed her head, a glint in her brown eyes

"I see...... It's you...... It's the Krum you're pretending to be...... That's why you're at Hogwarts...... So after the Triwizard Tournament is over, you're gone......"

Ning An looked at Hermione, did not speak, and paused for a long time to give her enough time to think before re-speaking:

"I didn't make the portkey, it was all Voldemort's plan, Barty Crouch Jr. pretended to be Moody, he was the real executor of this plan, I just happened to know about it."

"So you could have prevented it?" Hermione looked at Ning An in disbelief, her expression becoming horrified and complicated, "So you could have prevented—divine ......"

She paused, then gritted her teeth and said, "Can it be prevented - Voldemort's resurrection?" ”

Ning An waved his hand, as if to signal Hermione to calm down, and he said softly:

"As I said, instead of resurrecting Voldemort secretly, let him be resurrected in the presence of people, as long as Dumbledore gets the news as soon as possible, then the situation should not become uncontrollable."

"So, you've done a good deed?" Hermione shouted in an incomprehensible voice, staring at Ning An as if she had never known this person before.

"Even Dumbledore would think I've done a good deed—" Ning An was silent for a moment, then calmly replied, "I gave Dumbledore Harry the blood to bring him back to life with the blood of his enemies." ”

"What does this have to do with Harry's blood?"

"I can tell Hermione, but you promise not to tell anyone, I mean anyone, including Dumbledore-"

Ning An and Hermione looked at each other solemnly, and Hermione drove Crook Hill off her knees,

"Okay, I promise."

Her eyes didn't blink, staring directly at Ning An's soul-piercing gaze, and at the same time, she secretly wondered in her heart, it seemed that there was really an inside story that he didn't understand.

"I'm sure Dumbledore should have noticed that Voldemort was too confident," Ning An shook his head and sighed, "Excessive confidence can become conceit, which makes Voldemort touch the magic he is not good at without delving into it-"

"Volt ...... Earth demons, magic that you are not good at? ”

"Well," Ning An looked at Hermione seriously, "about the magic of love, actually...... It wasn't that long ago that I vaguely understood that it was probably the most powerful magic in the world. ”

Looking at Hermione's misty appearance, Ning An reached out and moved the soft cushion one by one, bent down, moved and said:

"For a long time, Harry had a magic that protected him from Voldemort, which is why he was able to escape from the Killing Curse."

"About the magic of 'love'?" Hermione guessed keenly.

"Well," Ning An nodded, "if I'm right, it's a spell that Harry's mother left in his body, a magic that will protect Harry until he becomes an adult." ”

Hermione frowned, as if digesting what Ning An had said.

"Voldemort also longed for this power, which is why he chose to use Harry's blood to regain his life."

"So you let him get his wish?"

Ning An laughed, "I said that Voldemort didn't understand this magic, and he didn't bother to understand it, so he made the worst mistake. ”

No longer selling Guanzi, Ning An said bluntly: "I gave him Harry's blood, and he got his wish and used it to shape a new flesh and blood!" Harry's blood flowed through Voldemort's veins, and his mother's spell existed in both Harry and Voldemort - as long as Voldemort didn't die, Harry's life wouldn't end! ”

Hermione looked at Ning An in shock, she had never known that there was such a complicated relationship in this, she had a long mouth, and muttered:

"That is to say......"

"In other words, Voldemort will never be able to kill Harry with his own hands!" Ning An laughed, "And he's so obsessed with knowing this nightmare that led him to failure. ”8)