Ning An and Hermione walked out of Lady Pardiff's teahouse in silence, and when they went out, there were golden fat angels sprinkling candy on their heads from the sky, Hermione took a piece of cream gummies, and Ning An received fruit hard candy.

The two looked at each other and smiled, pushed open the door again, and walked out against the cold wind, but their hands were still held together, as if this was the only way to resist the biting cold outside.

"Welcome back—"

Lady Padef beckoned to them in the misty teahouse, and even when she turned around, she could only be seen dimly in the fog.

"It's so sweet, young love—"

But the murmur passed through half of the teahouse and reached the ears of the two, and the redness began to spread from the root of the ears, and Ning An and Hermione subconsciously quickened their pace and hurriedly left the teahouse.

"Shhh

Ning An tightened her robe and looked at Hermione beside her, she lowered her head, didn't dare to look at him, just nodded sullenly.

Oh my God, that's crazy, what was I doing?

Hermione's mind was filled with what she had just done, and she had no time to think about anything else, and there seemed to be a trace of warmth from the boy on her lips, which made her faint when she thought about it a little, and she had never had an experience before, but she didn't expect it to be handed over in such a daze.

But I don't regret it, this is what makes Hermin shy and frightened, what's wrong with him, why is he so happy? There is even a faint hint of happiness - happiness?

She tried to regain her senses and clarify the relationship between herself and Ning An, but it could only cause a futile tug-of-war in her brain without any results, and at the same time, it was as if there was a big clock in her heart, counting down on the tick.

Click, click, click, and every second that the second hand moves forward means that it is one minute closer to the end of Christmas, and it also means that the moment of separation between the two is coming.

Tell me something, okay? Do you want to be silent?

"Hermione......" Ning An spoke first.

“…… Well? ”

Hermione stroked her unkempt brown hair, and she hated herself for not getting dressed up today, even if she didn't go to the prom—and she could pause for two seconds before answering in order not to appear eager to answer.

"Ha, you know what, I was thinking about something very interesting."

Ning An seemed to be quite relaxed, his feet stepped on the snow on the road leading to Hogsmeade Village, making a "creaking" sound, white gas spewed out of his mouth when he spoke, Hermione secretly looked at a closed mouth with the corner of her eye, looking at the soft lips, her heart began to "bang" again, she was about to go crazy.

"I was thinking, why don't you let me call you 'Jane'? Do you like the name? ”

Ning An's voice came intermittently, he turned his head to look at himself, Hermione hurriedly withdrew her gaze, removed it from the boy's lips, and stammered:

"Hmm...... Yes...... Endure...... Very good......"

"Don't you like it?" Ning An thought that Hermione didn't like to be called that.

"Hmm...... What the? What don't you like? ”

"Jane, how about I call you Jane in the future?"

Hermione stood up suddenly, her face flushed like a boiling kettle, and she almost smoked out, but under the cover of the night, it was not clear that Ning An was pulled by her and stumbled, almost falling.

Then Hermione walked forward again as if nothing had happened, her voice trembling a little

"Good...... All right. ”

"Really?" Ning An frowned, feeling that Hermione was a little weird, "You don't seem to like this name very much?" ”

"Nope...... You...... You could call it that......"

The way she spoke was not at all like Hermione, when did Ning An see her whispering so quietly and as thin as a mosquito?

Hermione looked at the snow on the ground, eager to plunge into it, she felt like a pot of water about to boil, so hot that it almost screamed, Jane was her middle name, how could Ning An know? Is there any magic that can know someone's full name?

Others only her parents knew the name, but in fact, even her parents generally didn't call her Jane, and Hermione wouldn't take the initiative to tell others her name, she was used to being called Hermione, and if strangers or other classmates called her 'Jane', it would only make her scalp tingle and feel weird.

But that's how strange things were, when Ning An said the 'Jane', Hermione felt her heart stagnate, her soul trembled, and just a soft call made her feel as if her whole body was about to melt.

She doesn't hate it, she doesn't hate Ning An calling her like this at all, it's better to say that she likes it, and she likes Ning An to call her 'Jane' very much.

It's as if there is a secret between two people, and there is one more person in the world who calls her Jane, and maybe she will be the only one who likes to hear him call her that.

Chinese don't seem to have a middle name, Hermione once secretly checked, Chinese only have a first name and last name.

But Ning An is Chinese, will there be? If only there were, she wanted to know about it, and she wanted to call him that.

"Okay, haha-" Ning An laughed out loud when he heard Hermione's answer, he looked at the girl next to him, it was a little dark, so he couldn't see her expression clearly, he tried to scream

"Hi, hello, Jane."

Hermione's body shook a little, and Ning An asked a little strangely, "Are you okay?" Don't you really like to be called that? ”

No, I can't let him go on like this, or I'm going to lose my mind, Hermione tried to change the subject, but before she could speak, a girl's voice interrupted their whispering.

"Ah, you're finally out, and I almost fell asleep."

"Pop" The two of them stopped, and quickly turned around, a figure slightly shorter than Hermione, rushing from behind, stopping two steps away from them, two radish earrings on their ears "clicking".

"Luna? Lovegood? ”

Ning An rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he saw, he still had some impressions of this girl, the two had met when he was still at Hogwarts, the key was that she was really 'special' and a little conspicuous, it was hard for you to think that the person in front of you was not her.

"You remember."

Luna stared at Ning An with two silver-gray eyes bulging outward, her eyebrows very light, as if she was about to disappear into the night.

She shook her head, her eyes flickering back and forth between Ning An and Hermione, as if she knew what was going on in front of her.

Hermione looked at Luna warily, her eyes revealing a deep sense of unkindness.

She and Ning An know each other? Looking at the costumes, it seems to be from Hogwarts, and I don't know it, so I say it's from other houses? Slytherin's? It's not the same level, but anyway, meeting such a girl at such a time is bad news for Hermione, especially since she also recognizes Ning An.

"I heard you ran away from Hogwarts?" Luna looked at the two of them for a long time, then turned her gaze back to Ning An and asked nonchalantly.

"Yes," Ning An sighed.

"Why?"

"Didn't you read the newspaper? I stole important school property and did a lot of bad things. Ning An shrugged.

Hermione felt a pang of discomfort in her heart, she almost forgot Ning'an's past just now.

"What newspaper? Daily Prophet? I never read that, my dad said it was a terrible newspaper. ”

"Then your dad is quite a visionary."

Ning An couldn't help but chuckle, Hermione squeezed Ning An's hand vigorously next to her, and the girl who suddenly appeared was inexplicably smiling with Ning An? This made her a little irritable, and she hadn't figured out the origin of this girl named Luna, and she didn't even know if she had malicious intent, why Ning An looked indifferent, did he trust her?

"But it's a shame you're gone," Luna said dreamily.

"We had a good conversation, you know when I was in second grade I thought we could be friends."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of me? You know, I'm a wanted person right now. ”

Ning An thought it was quite interesting, this girl was very jumpy when she spoke, and she couldn't keep up with her train of thought, and she couldn't guess what she was thinking.

Hearing Ning An say this, Hermione clenched Ning An's hand a little nervously, what if this girl came to threaten Ning An, and Ning An wanted to hurt herself? Stop Ning'an? Yes, but this girl? Maybe you can give her a powerful Oblivion Charm on your own?

Sweat was oozing from her palms, but Hermione believed she could do it, an Oblivion Charm, easy enough to do it, and she whispered her hand towards the wand in her robes.

"Why do you look nervous?"

Luna suddenly turned to Hermione, and then before Hermione could answer, she chuckled and looked at Ning An again, saying:

"I followed you out from the fourth floor of the castle, you know, students below the fourth grade can't attend the ball on their own, and I'm 'lucky' not to be invited by the senior students."

Luna blinked and said happily, "I heard you guys talking. ”

"So ——?"

Ning An tilted his head, Luna's wand was still pinned to his ear, if he suddenly attacked, Ning An was sure that he would be able to strike first, he didn't even need a wand to stun the girl in front of him.

"I thought maybe I could help?"

Luna said something that made Ning An stunned, but she herself was unconscious, and she still said with a non-aimless expression:

"You said you needed blood—what, would my blood be useful?" She scratched her ears, then "sneezed", sneezed and continued:

"That girl is quite pitiful, and," she said calmly, after a pause, "you are miserable. ”

"Ha, I'm much better." Ning An smiled, remembering the scene when they first met in the second grade.

["Are you in pain?"] I remember that she asked herself this question, and she seemed to be angered by this sentence.

"You're a smart guy who likes to be smart." Here's how he replied. ]

Back in front of her, Luna said calmly, "Then it looks like you've let the harassing fly fly out of your ears, I said, sometimes you feel sad just the harassing fly flies flew into your ears." ”

"Keep it nice and they'll fly out, won't they?"

Ning An smiled and answered, he suddenly felt that Luna's appearance was not necessarily a bad thing, since she said that she wanted to help, then maybe it would really be used.

"Are you really going to help me? Don't you think I'm a bad person? ”

"You're funny, I think that magic is funny, and donating some blood isn't a big deal, Fudge is a magic bu/zhang, I don't like him either, my instincts have always been accurate."

Ning An stopped suddenly and looked at Luna fixedly, Hermione only felt that the conversation between the two was foggy and she couldn't understand, the cheerful mood just now was destroyed in the blink of an eye, looking at Luna only felt incredible, what is the matter with this woman? Why is there no logic in speaking, does she know Ning An? Why do you find it interesting?

"Do you have someone who wants to be resurrected?" Ning An looked at Luna and asked calmly, this time it was Luna's turn not to speak.

"Nope."

After a moment, she spoke slowly, her eyes hazy as if they were covered with a nebula

Ning An remembers that Luna's mother died when she was nine years old when she was experimenting with a spell that went wrong, and she witnessed her mother's death with her own eyes, so she was able to see Thestrals on her first day at Hogwarts.

He thought that Luna had helped him to learn about the magic of resurrecting the dead, but for some reason Luna denied it.

"Alright then, Luna, I think I might really need your blood."

Ning An sighed, took out a small glass bottle from his arms, and gently placed it on the snow, he had already collected Laurel's vial of blood that represented the "Fool", and Luna's blood might represent the "Wise Man".

Although this crazy girl is crazy in the eyes of ordinary people, she can always see through the essence of things, and there is only a thin line between the so-called madman and the genius, and ordinary people often can't see this boundary clearly, so they will regard the genius as a madman because of some unusual behavior.

Hermione stood in the snow, watching Ning'an collect blood for Luna, her brows furrowed as if they were about to stick together.

Luna's appearance made her realize that she didn't know enough about Ning An, when did he meet this girl, what was their relationship, and why did this girl trust him so much? Intuitively? Come on, Hermione never trusted her instincts.

What made her even more afraid to think was why this inexplicable girl would find Ning An's magic interesting and willing to donate her own blood, but she had never mentioned it?

Is it that you don't believe it? Don't believe that the dead can be resurrected? Or is it ......

Don't trust Ning'an?

Hermione had to face an answer that made her painful, she still had a lot of concerns about Ning'an, even though Ning'an had promised not to become a Death Eater and not hurt Harry, but many things still turned into shadows in Hermione's heart.

Although she can leave everything behind when she forgets her feelings, when she returns to reality and comes to reason, these troubles come back to her mind again and again, and Hermione has to admit that she may never be able to boldly trust Ning An with the sentence 'My instincts can't be wrong' like Xiang Luna.

She didn't even know if she had such an intuition.

Standing on the streets of Hogsmeade at Christmas, the cold wind was blowing, the palms of his hands had lost the warmth of that person, and Hermione's heart was empty.

She understands that Christmas is over after all, and when will she hear people gently call her "Jane" again.