The sun pierced the horizon, shining a warm glow on the spire towers of Hogwarts, shining through the windows into the messy Gryffindor common room, and on the second day of Christmas, everyone had almost slept and woke up by almost noon.

Twos and threes appeared in the common room, chatting with each other.

Hermione was still in good shape, and when Harry arrived, he saw her sitting on the couch by the fire in a crimson sweater and gray cashmere skirt, reading a book with relish, and looking in a good mood.

Crookhill was lying on her knees, the big ginger cat was scratching her ears, squinting her eyes with a very comfortable expression.

"Hi Hermione—"

Harry said hello, he was still a little unconscious, he still left Ron last night, and wandered around the castle by himself for a long time, until the second half of the night, just to see if he could meet the sad Akihari, and finally mustered up the courage to go to the outside of the Ravenclaw lounge, like a girl passing by the girl asked and learned that Akira had already returned to the dormitory.

"Good morning, Harry."

Hermione closed the brown-and-red book in her hand, and Harry realized that it wasn't a book, but a notebook, with no title on the cover.

As if afraid that others would see it, Hermione pressed the notebook to the bottom of the thick stack of books beside her, and then pulled another thick book and re-read it, this time Harry could see what was written on it, "Enchanted Cake - Cooking Paradise"

He tilted his head, cookbook, it was the first time he had seen Hermione read this genre.

"Ah, how was last night's ball?" Hermione flipped through the page and asked casually, Harry sat down on the couch next to him, and just as he was about to speak, Ron came out of the bedroom, and when he saw Hermione, the expression on his face was obviously stunned, and Hermione greeted him as usual

"Good morning—"

Gritting his teeth, as if after some entanglement, Ron finally walked over and said casually in a sullen voice: "Morning"

He was still sulking at Hermione for refusing his invitation, and when he heard that she was interested in learning about last night's Ball, Ron's eyes lit up and he sat down next to Harry.

"I didn't expect Qiu Zhang to invite a long time ago...... Ning An went to her house as a guest? What do you say they did? ”

Ron was speaking to Harry, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at Hermione.

"Hmm...... Be...... yes......"

Harry smiled awkwardly, in fact he didn't want to talk about Qiu Zhang and Ning An, he preferred that they had nothing to do with each other, come on, how old were they at the time? What can there be?

But Ron obviously didn't know where his good brother belonged, and just continued to himself: "Maybe they have already made a private decision for life? You know, that kind of game when I was a kid, I'm going to marry you when I grow up? ”

Hermione was still reading the book in her hand with relish, and there was nothing strange on her face, but Crookshan jumped off her knees, meowed twice, and then curled up the tail that exploded like a bottle brush, and left leisurely.

Ron's face was full of suspicion, how could Hermione act like a person who was okay after hearing Ning An's news, could she have guessed wrong?

"That's all? That's all you had last night? ”

She closed the book with a "bang", no one saw that the page of the book was facing the corner of Hermione, which had been scratched by her fingers, she put the book aside, gave Ron a cold look, and two words came out of her mouth

"Boring."

Then he got up and went to the portrait at the exit.

"Oh my God, Harry, did you see that? What kind of attitude does she have!? She was the one who turned down my invitation to the Christmas Ball! Why does it seem like it's my fault now!? ”

Harry patted Ron on the back, he didn't want to say anything, now he cherished his friendship with Ron, last time because of the Goblet of Fire, it was not easy to reconcile after the first project, he really shouldn't say anything at this moment, even if he didn't think Ron really shouldn't test Hermione with the matter about Qiu Zhang.

Hermione, who had left the common room, climbed out of the fat lady's picture frame, and she hadn't forgotten to put on the brown-red notebook with the brown and red cover that she had pressed at the bottom, which was the notebook that Ning An had given her last night to record her memories.

As soon as she came back last night, she hurriedly locked the memory of tonight in a notebook, which was enchanted and could not be opened by anyone who didn't know the password, but Hermione decided to be careful and carry it with her.

Walking aimlessly in the corridor of the fat lady, Hermione pouted at the corners of her mouth, what she heard from Ron's mouth actually didn't affect her so much, she didn't believe that Ning An and Qiu Zhang would have any deeper emotions at the beginning, after all, she was always glued to him at that time.

Even if they know each other, they are probably only about the same level of familiarity as the little girl named Lovegood, but speaking of which, they are both Chinese, and that Qiu Zhang seems to be Ravenclaw too? She remembered being a Ravenclaw Seeker.

Ron's words just made her think about being alone again, Christmas Eve has passed, where is Ning An now? Is it somewhere else, have you stayed with other girls? Hermione had experienced something like this for the first time in her life, and she had never thought that a heart would be messed up like this.

"Ahh

Hermione, who had become distraught again, hurried downstairs, perhaps only by reading a book quietly in the library could she not let Ning Anlao linger back and forth in her mind.

So where is Ning An?

Outside Hogwarts Castle, on Durmstran's big ship, students passing by the deck were all pointing and whispering to a figure, and Daphne stroked her hair slightly awkwardly, pretending to ignore the gaze that came her way.

"Krum......" her voice squeezed out between her teeth

"You've been giggling like this for almost an hour, and if you continue like this, Karkaroff will have to worry about whether his warrior is sick or insane."

Ning An recovered from his daze, and jumped off the side of the ship reflexively, he just sat on it looking at Hogwarts Castle and smirked, this is indeed quite "terrifying".

Seeing that the warrior had returned to normal, the concerned people naturally left, Daphne put her hand on the side of the boat, let the cool breeze blow, looked at Ning An curiously and asked him:

"What happened to you last night, why have you been smirking all the time from night to now."

Ning An looked around mysteriously and quietly walked away from Daphne, which made the girl's cheeks stained with a layer of red cream.

"Confidentiality."

"You're going to die!"

"Haha, it's a good thing anyway, I won't tell you!"

He grinned and teased Daphne, then turned back to his cabin and sat down on the couch, feeling a sudden feeling of longing creeping through his heart, and only one night later, he wanted to see Hermione again.

If Ning An didn't understand what was going on at this point, then he was really crazy, feeling the beating of his heart, and the feeling of losing and seeming to have gained, if he was about to leave, he fully understood that he had fallen in love with Hermione.

Wanting to date her, wanting to find her, wanting to meet her, even if it's just talking, it's going to be beautiful.

But is this really possible?

He's a badass, he's done crazy bad things, it's all true, but can Hermione accept it?

Probably not.

So what to do.

Ning An thought about it, he was not a person who gave up easily, he could even do things like resurrecting the dead, let alone pursuing the person he liked, if this concept of good and evil was a high wall between him and Hermione, then it would be okay to collapse, destroy, or even dig a hole by himself?

You still have to think about this...... He leaned back, and Daphne came in through the hatch, gave him a blank look, and seemed to be disgusted by Ning An's childlike behavior just now, so she turned to play with Charlotte.

If he is the world's number one villain, the terrifying demon king that everyone fears, then I am afraid there is no room for maneuver, he can only bear it painfully, and then struggle with Hermione in this tangled emotion.

But he's not, Ning An felt that his eyes suddenly brightened, he wasn't the worst one, in fact, wasn't there a big bad guy who was planning to come back?

This is also in line with Ning An's consistent plan, he needs a shield, a guy who makes the world feel more evil, more dangerous, and more feared than him to stand in front of him.

When the world's number one demon king appears, a "little villain" like him will be even more easily overlooked.

People always tend to discover the most extreme things, for example, the best and the worst, when people mention Dumbledore, they think of his opposite as Voldemort, if Voldemort returns, then Ning An will be out of sight, maybe for many people, he will just become an ordinary dark wizard.

Both he and Serpent needed such a buffer, a buffer with the bright wizarding world, and he thought that cushion was Voldemort.

But soon, Ning An smiled bitterly again.

It's really stupid, why do you think about it so much, he and Hermione haven't even confessed yet, it's just that they barely made a date on Christmas Eve, and most of what makes him think about it is because of Hermione's kiss.

He and Hermione are still only dating at best, and they are at the first step of that mutual affection, and they don't know how many hundred and eight thousand miles away from establishing a relationship, not to mention that there is a high wall of so-called good and evil in front of them.

Ning An rolled over from the sofa, ran back to his room in three steps and two steps, he already had a plan in his mind on how to deal with this relationship, but now he couldn't care so much, he wanted to see Hermione, he wanted to ask her out again more than ever, he couldn't wait a minute.

An envelope was taken off the shelf, and on the snow-white stationery, Ning An gently wrote a sentence

"Jane, he's waiting for you in the Forbidden Forest."

Then sealed it with a seal, Ning An stepped on the table and stood on it, opened a small round window on the top, pulled out the wand pinned to his waist, and spun around in place.

A dark-haired raven appeared on the desk, picked up the envelope, flapped its wings out of the Durmstrang ship, and flew away to the castle not far away.

Hermione had long since returned to the Gryffindor common room, and in fact she was still distraught in the library, unable to read a book for the first time in her life, and even staying in the lounge, she had no interest in finishing her holiday homework.

What's wrong with her, as if she has lost her soul, just one day later, she wants to go crazy as he thinks, she has never felt this way, is this love?

Shake your head and shake your thoughts away, maybe you should keep yourself busy to forget about this feeling for a while.

The fire was rattling in the lounge, Parvati and a few girls were whispering something in the distance, Neville was swinging under the tapestry with his pots of elephant neck flowers, which burped and emitted some foul smells when the temperature was too hot, and Neville was busy moving them to his bedroom, which was getting hot.

"Knock Knock"

There was a few soft noises in the back of her head, and Hermione turned her head, and outside the lattice glass window next to the fireplace, a beautiful raven was flying, with an envelope in its mouth, tapping lightly on the window with its paws.

Because it wasn't too loud and no one was paying attention, Hermione muttered, "Clever bird." ”

Get up and open the window, but who will deliver a letter with a raven? In ancient times, many wizards and witches may have liked to raise this clever bird, but now owls are the new favorite.

Opening a small window, the raven immediately flew in nimbly, Hermione thought it would fly to Parvati's side, but she didn't expect it to peck her cheek lightly, and actually dropped the letter paper, Hermione subconsciously caught it.

What's going on?

The raven seemed to take a deep look at herself, but Hermione preferred to believe it was an illusion, and then the bird flew out, rushing through the Gryffindor Tower into the clouds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hermione closed the window with a strange look on her face and sat back down on the couch, who would send her a letter with a raven?

Mom and Dad? No way, they're all Muggles, how could they drive a raven to do things for them.

Puzzled, she opened the envelope step by step, and a possibility suddenly appeared in her heart, making Hermione's palms can't help but sweat all of a sudden.

Could it be him?

The heart "banged" and beat hard, and the process of opening the envelope instantly became difficult, and it was inevitable to be nervous in the face of an answer that you expected but might be disappointed.

Then Hermione saw the white letter inside, and without taking it out, a line of concise, clean fly-headed small print had come into view.

"Jane ......"

Hermione's heart could no longer be suppressed, as if it had been jerked, hung high, and then fell to the ground with a thud, and sure enough, it was him......