"What exactly do you want to say?" Qiu Zhang looked back at Harry, her expression already impatient.

"I mean...... You and Ning An...... It can't be, isn't it? Harry's eyes widened, and Cho's reaction was much more flat than he expected.

"The outcome is always uncertain until the last minute, Harry." Cho stared at Harry and said firmly, her weak face full of confidence, "The two of them don't deserve it, do they?" I don't believe Hermione? Granger and Ning'an will have more to talk about-"

She said as she turned around and pushed open the door to the owl's shed, "Don't do anything that makes you look ugly, Harry, you're not one to denigrate people all the time, are you?" I'll act like I didn't hear it, but don't talk to me like that again. ”

As soon as Autumn turned, leaving only his long black hair flowing back, the owls cooing, and the wind blowing across the hay-covered ground, causing the fine pieces of dead grass to rustle, and Harry stood there as if he had lost his soul, feeling his whole body sinking uncontrollably.

Don't talk to me like that anymore, that's what Cho said, Harry thought in his head, she said this to herself, she actually said such a thing.

His hands and feet were cold, he didn't feel anything more than he had imagined, he just felt inexplicably tired, for the first time in his life, Harry wanted to escape from Hogwarts, the school of magic and wizardry that had been his only salvation, he would rather go back to Privet Road, back to the closet of the Dursleys, squeezing himself into a small space and not seeing anyone.

He had forgotten how to tie the letter to Hedwig's lap and tell it to give it to the 'cold', he had forgotten how to walk back to the common room, he had no appetite for breakfast, and when he got back, he sat down on the sofa chair by the fireplace.

Hermione was writing Professor Sprout's paper on the pollinator bush, and Harry knew her plan for the afternoon was to practice Professor McGonagall's non-animal repelling charm.

"Have you eaten, Harry?" Hermione asked without looking up, the quill brushing the parchment in her hand, lines of delicate and small words growing at a speed visible to hermione, homework was never difficult for Hermione.

"I've eaten it." Harry replied in a daze, not even knowing why he said he had eaten, but he was in a state of fullness now, his stomach was filled with qi called "stagnation", and he thought that he might not want to go to the Great Hall to eat for the next few days, thinking that he might run into Akihari there, maybe he might look at her, maybe he remembered what she said, "Don't talk to me like that again." ”

Thinking of this, Harry felt a pain in his heart, he collapsed on the soft sofa chair, the fireplace was cold, there was no fire, the temperature was warm during the day, if there was a fire, it would be too hot.

"How are you and Ning An doing?" Harry suddenly asked, "It's the weekend, isn't it...... I thought you'd go out together......"

Hermione stopped her pen for the first time since Harry came in, and looked up at Harry with a strange expression on her face.

"Why do you ask about this all of a sudden, Harry? You've never cared about this before, and you're ...... with Ning An."

"I'm just concerned about you, Hermione." Harry's eyes lit up, and if he looked closely, he would have come to the conclusion that they were more like flickering snake eyes than human eyes.

"Do you know, maybe besides you, there are other girls who like Ning An...... Well, I think I've got to give you a heads-up......"

Hermione looked at Harry, then turned her head again, she seemed a little cold, waved her wand to make the fire in the fireplace burn, then moved her chair to the fireplace, sat down, looked at Harry, and said:

"What do you hear? Harry? Hermione asked calmly, as if not surprised by Harry's words.

Harry rubbed his head, he felt too tired to know why he had said something like that, in fact he didn't want to say that, as if he had been mentioning something like Qiu Zhang, his mouth would often say inexplicable thoughts, Harry felt regretful, he felt as if he had done something that only someone like Malfoy would do.

This despicable thought made him feel ashamed.

"Nothing, forget about it - Hermione, sorry, forget it, I just ...... I was so tired that I started talking nonsense. ”

Harry rubbed his forehead vigorously, he propped himself up in his armchair, and got up from it, the fire in the fireplace crackled, and the faint sound reached his ears, but it was like a firecracker that shook his eardrums, obviously he had just woken up, but he was so sleepy that he wanted to go back to sleep for a while.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione didn't ask any further, she just blinked thoughtfully, and then cared about Harry.

"It's okay, I'm going to rest for a while." Harry walked slowly towards the bedroom, he wanted to lie in the velvet bed/shang all day today, put down the curtains, don't think about anything, and sleep deeply, of course, it was impossible to simply forget about Qiu Zhang, but he really didn't have much energy to face other people and things now.

The thought that Professor Umbridge's confinement was not over made Harry even more miserable, as if he had been poisoned, his mouth was bitter, his saliva was sticky/chou, and his mind fluctuated, and he couldn't even tell what was going on in his mind.

"There will be a Defence Against the Dark Arts club class held by Ning'an today, do you want to come and participate?"

Hermione said flatly, Harry could see that her words had an impact on Hermione, her interest was obviously not high, it was obviously a sunny and pleasant day, outside the field, many Gryffindor classmates were enjoying what might be the last bit of sunshine of the year, but the mood of the two in the common room was as gloomy as water.

"You know we didn't learn much in Umbridge's class, Harry." Hermione was a little more serious, and her two thick eyebrows were pressed closer to the center of her eyebrows, "And...... Mystery Man...... It's back, and we're ready to deal with crises if we don't learn anything useful for a whole year...... Wasted for a whole year......"

Harry stood there stunned, almost forgetting that there was a Dark Lord out there making waves outside, and that he would never forget what happened in the graveyard, and that Voldemort must want his life so badly that he might send Death Eaters into Hogwarts tomorrow night.

No, there's Dumbledore here, and if Hogwarts isn't safe, is there a safe place in the world?

But Dumbledore didn't have time forever, and he didn't even say a word to me after the holidays began.

Harry struggled and conflicted, and he thought of what Qiu Zhang had said today in the Tower, when Qiu Zhang caught up with Ning An.

"I'd like to go to your Defence Against the Dark Arts club, okay?"

"You're always welcome."

Harry's heart tingled, and he shook his head, his face pale for a moment, a boy who had never experienced such bitterness before, felt the sadness of all hopes.

"No, Hermione, I'm not feeling well today, maybe next time...... You see, what I say is not boundary...... So, I'll take a break first, maybe next time...... Next time......" he said, turning and walking towards the bedroom, leaving Hermione standing where she was, the sun shining into the room, and she watched Harry disappear into the common room doorway.

Hermione turned in silence and looked at the half-written paper on the table, Crookhill curled up in the sofa chair on one side, snoring and falling asleep, with such warm weather, Crook Hill could sleep in the lounge all day.

"Self-pollinating bush ......" Hermione gently picked up the parchment that had not dried and read it silently, for some reason, she somehow felt that she had written this paper badly, or that she stopped halfway through writing, so that she could not continue writing, and her brain seemed to turn into a pulp in an instant.

She crumpled the parchment and threw it into the fireplace of the fireplace.

"Other girls?" Hermione muttered to herself, "Well, if it's Daphne, I'm not surprised at all - but Harry doesn't know her well. ”

Hermione's half of her body was shining in the sunlight outside the window, and the other half was reflected in the fire, and she stuffed a few rolls of parchment and quill and inkwell into her backpack, still muttering something in her mouth, but it didn't take much time, and she quickly sorted her things and hurried out of the portrait hole.

The fat lady was taking a nap, the weather was surprisingly good today, the corridor on the eighth floor was filled with a warm and pleasant light, and the portraits couldn't help but take a nap in such a sunshine.

Hermione's steps were slightly heavy, her backpack pressing against her shoulders as if it was about to bend her back, and she rubbed the hair that was gradually puffing up on her head, a sullen expression flashing across her face.

Maybe I should put a permanent smoothing spell on this hair completely?

She stroked her hair vigorously, looked at her heavy bag in embarrassment, and wondered if it would be too ugly to carry it like this, Daphne never seemed to carry such an ugly and old-fashioned bag to class.

Hermione remembered seeing Daphne's backpack, a small aqua blue heart-shaped crossbody bag with a delicate pale green agate on it, which of course couldn't hold any books, but it might have been cast with a Traceless Stretching Charm or something, and in terms of appearance, it was already better than Hermione's heavy and heavy school bag.

Walking up the sixth floor of the stairs, Hermione began to regret it, she stood in front of the door of the prefect's bathroom and remembered if she had such a cute backpack, she patted her head in annoyance, she was so stupid, she shouldn't have rushed out like this, at least she had to smooth her hair or put a bright sweater underneath.

This is Ning An's Defence Against the Dark Arts course, although it is a club nature, but thinking of Ning An explaining magic on it, and wearing it sloppy, and then thinking of Daphne's golden hair next to her hanging softly behind her head, wearing cute and delicate, Hermione felt like she was about to go crazy.

But she obviously wouldn't have any other backpacks, and time was running out of business, and it was unforgivable to be late or absent from Hermione's eyes compared to not being well-dressed for a class in Ning'an.

She hurried down the stairs to the fifth-floor hallway, where Ning'an's class was in a once abandoned classroom that had been converted into the Defence Against the Dark Arts Club, and Hermione hadn't gone far before she saw an old, but apparently carefully polished door.

It was inlaid with a skewed wooden board like a bar sign, and it was written in black ink: Defence Against the Dark Arts Club, welcome to you, please come in yourself.

There was no one in the hallway, Hermione knocked on the door, but there was no answer, she pushed it twice, the door was locked, and she couldn't push.

"Looks like this is a small test." The girl nodded, muttering to herself, which obviously didn't bother her, ba/ took out her wand and aimed it at the keyhole, she whispered, "Alaho Cave/kai." ”

There was a clang, as if someone had rang the doorbell, and then there was a creak, and the doorknob turned, and the old wooden door creaked and slid open a gap, and Hermione pushed it, and the door opened, and in front of Hermione was a spacious classroom with no desks or chairs.

There were quite a few people sitting in the empty classroom, the red-robed ones were easily recognizable as Durmstran's students, and Hermione spotted Daphne at a glance, she was sitting in the front row, with a large soft cushion under the ****, and everyone had one under the ****.

A few of the cushions are still empty, presumably for those who haven't come yet.

"Ah, Hermione, you're here." Ning An stood at the front, a slender ebony wand in his hand, and saw a glint of joy in Hermione's eyes.

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly under everyone's gaze, nodded to Ning An, and then came to the side of the black-robed Hogwarts students, found an empty cushion and sat down.

"Hello—"

As soon as she sat down, there was a voice of greeting next to her, Hermione turned her head to see that it was a beautiful Asian girl, with long black silky hair, on par with Daphne, which made Hermione hate her frizzy hair even more, with a gentle smile on her face, like the bright sun outside the window, it was Qiu Zhang, a student of Ravenclaw, but Hermione remembered that she had not invited her.

"Hello?"

"I asked Ning An directly, it's a great idea, it's just cool to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts here, isn't it?" Cho looked at Hermione with a smile, not hiding the admiration and admiration in her eyes

"Thanks to Ning'an, we can get this opportunity, and the year with Umbridge is probably going to be in vain, I'm really looking forward to what kind of magic I can learn, a classroom without desks, is there anything better than this?"

She blinked, and the black pupils that were as dark as Ning An shook Hermione a little unable to look directly, and Qiu suddenly lowered her tone, :

"Ning An is really good, right, there are a lot of girls in Ravenclaw who appreciate him, and there is no doubt that he deserves such appreciation, right?"

Hermione looked at Qiu Zhang strangely, and then turned her head to look at Luna, who was sleepwalking at the head of the person in front of her? Lovegood, the girl who is sure that Ravenclaw admires Ning'an, should be Qiu talking about herself.

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