"Be on your side!?"

Hermione's wrists were shaking, how long had it been since she had used her magic for the first time with the vine-made wand?

"Ning An, you're smarter than me—you're much smarter than me, you come and tell me—you come and tell me how to become someone on your side!?"

She roared like crazy, as if she was enraged by Ning An's words, the wand in her hand became more and more unstable, as if it would explode at any moment, and the words shouted in the empty corridor kept echoing, repeating the echo over and over again

"How to be on your side - how to become a ......!"

"Put down your wand and come over."

Ning An looked at Hermione calmly, as if it were recounting an ordinary truth.

"And then? And then kill and set fire with you, with impunity, right!? ”

Hermione didn't shout, but sneered, her heart was gradually cooling, this person, maybe not the same person he used to be? Or it's just their own fantasies, there has never been anything between them, it's just their own dreams at night.

There is a voice in her head that is repeatedly urging her, forget it, forget it, what is your relationship? How can you influence others? Does he really care about you? The old favor is long gone, and he won't always remember what happened in the first grade.

"I'll admit I've done something, but not as hard as you think."

"How bad should it be?" Hermione's gaze swept over Laurel, then at Ning'an's dark eyes, the ones that had appeared so many times in her dreams

"Haven't you tortured this girl enough?"

"She's a traitor, I didn't even want her life-"

"You- how can you ——!"

Hermione's breath was short, her eyes became extremely complicated, she just looked at Ning An like this, and felt as if she had been pricked in the heart, how could he say such a thing, in front of her, how could he say something like 'killing' so casually.

"Are the other wizards in this world clean? Dumbledore didn't necessarily have blood on his hands. ”

Ning An looked at Hermione, watching her stubbornly pursed her lips, her eyes gradually turned red, and she looked extremely disappointed, and her heart passed a trace of unbearable.

"Isn't there a leprechaun in the Wizards' Council's summit?"

"In 1298, the leprechaun was still in Greenland."

"There is no information showing that they did not go, so it cannot be fully confirmed."

"In the end, I teach you or you teach me, listen to me, you big idiot, Ning An!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't pinch me."

They also quarreled like this, arguing about inconsequential things, and for some reason they were always the first to back down and the first to give in.

"Okay, I'm not here to kill her, you can rest assured."

The wind was blowing from the end of the corridor, it was very cold on Christmas Day, except for the lively hall on the first floor of the castle, the rest of the castle was not necessarily very warm, Ning An looked at Hermione and bit her lip.

The girl's face was a little pale in the moonlight for some reason, and her hair was still frizzy if she didn't take care of it, but the front teeth like an otter were gone, and it seemed to have been repaired deliberately, although Ning An once thought it was a sign of her cuteness.

Ning An never denied that he had a crush on Hermione.

Caridora seems to be an obsession in his heart, it was one of his best friends, but he was killed by him, Ning An can't face himself, he must resurrect her, fortunately, the hatred for himself is now with the passage of time, and Carly's resurrection is in sight, it has become more and more indifferent, and his obsession will be able to get rid of it one day.

Daphne has long been like his own family, she is Ning An's closest family in the snake letter, the first friend he met when he entered Hogwarts, they were once inseparable, and now they meet again, the relationship has long been sublimated, Ning An feels like a wanderer home, if there is no Daphne in the snake letter, there is always a piece missing.

And the other Qiu Zhang and Fleur may be able to become friends, but if they know their true colors, they may not be friends, Ning An didn't think too much, but Hermione was the one who gave him a good impression in the first place.

He used to feel that he couldn't give Hermione anything, so he deliberately stayed away, and it wasn't until today, when he faced it alone again, that he found that people could never deceive his heart, otherwise why would his heart flutter and beat non-stop?

"Hey, Hermione, are we going to just stay here all night? Come on, it's Christmas. ”

He tried to ease the tension in as relaxed a tone as possible, but to no avail, Hermione still pointed her wand at him, refusing to let go for a moment.

"It's hard to imagine that this duckweed has a lifetime -

Full of fallacy, stupidity, and strife

It doesn't matter if it's real, it's all appearance—"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, but muttered, "We're just wandering in the shadows...... This is Shelley's poem. ”

"Aha, that's right, and sure enough, in the whole of Hogwarts, you're probably the only one who can discuss the verses of the Muggle poets with me."

Ning An wanted to make Hermione happy, although it was a bit out of place to do so when someone pointed at her wand.

"Why do you want to-"

Hermione felt the tip of her heart prick again, she had never been so uncomfortable when she was so old, this boy knew what she liked, knew what she was obsessed with, and always pinpointed the point, Shelley, of course she did, it was her mental release in her spare time.

After a moment's pause, the girl's face turned a little paler, her brows twisted, and her lips glared at Ning An

"Yes, you've always been smart, Ning An, you're a little scary at times, you know, Ning An? With these verses, let me stand on your side and stand on the bad side, don't you? ”

She stared at him, but she hated herself, she really had a little bit of intention just now, just thinking about what it would be like if she really stood next to him, he probably knew all his preferences, obviously a Slytherin, but he knew a lot of Muggle things.

But what are they? Hermione? Granger could vaguely feel the hazy affection between each other, she could feel it, who knew her mind better than her, Ning An's attitude was uncertain, but she could understand it, although it was only a little bit, but she felt it, but what was this favor?

"How can the world be black and white? There's nothing bad on the side, Hermione, it's just the 'Ning'an' side, yes, the Ning'an side, do you want to stand here? ”

He looked at himself with a smile, his words were full of confidence, yes, he used to be so confident, although the history of magic was not good, but during that time he also asked him a lot of advice on potions and transfiguration, how much he admired him at that time, maybe a little unwilling, but that was the first boy to admire, different from other stupid people.

But what happened to things, how did they become what they are now, and she pointed her wand at him? What to do?

"Put down your wand, Hermione, we can't just sit on this all night, I said I wouldn't hurt Laurel, don't worry."

Ning An blinked her eyes and looked at Hermione, there was a heat in her eyes, which made Hermione blush, she wanted to put a spell on herself immediately to wake up, but there was a voice in her heart that kept shouting as if she was enchanted

"Put down your wand, you don't want to hurt him, do you really want him to go to Azkaban? Put it down, talk to him, you haven't seen him in over a year-"

But when the words came to his mouth, he turned cold: "Don't play tricks...... You'd better disappear quickly...... I swear...... Dumbledore will send you to prison......"

"Come on, if you really have that idea, you can do it without Dumbledore."

Ning An slowly took a step closer to Hermione, which made the girl subconsciously take a step back

"What do you want to do!"

"Put down your wand, Hermione, you're going to do it a long time ago."

"I moved, but I was stopped by your props." Hermione said coldly, but this time she didn't retreat, as if she didn't intend to leave room for herself, but held her wand tightly, and shouted:

"Don't get any closer, do you think I really won't dare knock you out, Ning An?"

"I told you you wanted to do that, and you did it a long time ago." He took another step forward, Hermione's face turned pale, and the knuckles of the hand holding the wand had lost blood*** The wand was slightly raised a few centimeters, aiming at Ning An.

"Actually, I brought you a gift, which I was going to put in your bedroom, but I didn't expect to run into it here."

Ning An reached into his arms, this was indeed a gift for Hermione, when he went out to buy gifts that day, somehow, Hermione's figure appeared in his mind, and he bought this thing by mistake.

Hermione shuddered for a moment, and watched Ning An take another step closer to her, reached into her arms, and took out a book with a crimson skin, the leather-like cover looked very textured, and under the moonlight shining through the window, it glowed with a strange and inexplicable light, making people tremble, and her intuition told her that this gift was dangerous.

"Smack"

It turned out that the distance between the two was only three steps, and Ning An had already taken Hermione's grapevine wand in one hand, even if the wand core had the nerves of a dragon, this time it failed to make her master make up her mind, that resolute, intelligent and sometimes boy-like Hermione, this time, also hesitated to lose her mind.

"What are you doing!" She wanted to struggle, but Ning An just gently pressed her wand down and reached out to hand over the crimson cover.

His heart was also beating wildly, and his mind, which had been as calm as stagnant water for nearly two years, actually began to jump again, and he didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that Hermione's cheeks looked unusually good in the moonlight.

Hermione was also stupid, her wand was pressed by life, and she was still a recognized bad person, a wanted criminal.

What's wrong with me? She took the red book handed over by Ning An in a daze, heavy, her brain trembled almost numbly and opened the cover, her consciousness was no longer obedient, and for the first time in her life, she relied on instinct to complete the next move.

"Your affectionate gaze has the power to calm down

The wildest passion in my soul

Your gentle words are a drop

The mellow that drips into this bitter cup of life"

Her lips moved slightly, and Hermione muttered a few lines of poetry, and it was Shelley again......

"This is a small book that can write down memories, and I will write all the poems of Shelley that I remember, not only Shelley's, but also some others, you can also write in it, just look at the blank page, and then remember."

Ning An chuckled beside her and explained that they had discussed Muggle poetry together when they were in first grade, perhaps for the first time they had met someone who could exchange Muggle poetry with her, Hermione was very excited, and pulled Ning An to tell her favorite poet over and over again, among which her favorite was Shelley, and Ning An somehow wrote it down.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's not all causeless.

Hermione felt powerless, what was she doing, a few lines of poetry fascinated her? She has a lot of Shelley's poetry collections, and even brought a copy to school, and she doesn't need such a gift at all, but why does her heart "thump" and keep beating, is this mood happy and happy?

She felt happy and happy that Ning An gave her Christmas gift?

Hermione was conflicted, how could she be happy, how could she be happy, the person in front of her was a dark mage wanted by the Ministry of Magic, whether it was Harry, Ron, or other Hogwarts professors, seeing that he must have a big battle, how could she be happy that she had given him a gift!

What this means couldn't be clearer for girls.

"Let's go......"

She shuddered and said such a sentence, and her lips were really a little pale in the moonlight, and it was not just that they were not frozen by the cold wind that blew in the corridor from time to time.

Ning An looked at Hermione's trembling appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, he really wanted to lightly lift the girl's somewhat unkempt hair, hanging a strand between his eyebrows, adding to his sorrow.

But he knew that he couldn't bi/po her, if he had to make an inch at this time, it would only worsen his relationship with Hermione, maybe a little bit, a drop of water, maybe there would be a day when she would change her opinion of herself, at least from the performance point of view, she had me in her heart, right?

"Good ......"

Ning An took a step back, let go of the vine wood wand that was still gently pressed just now, turned his head to look at Laurel, and said slowly:

"But I'm going to take her blood—"

"What else do you want to do!"

"It's not going to hurt her, it's something I have to do, I've got to do it!"

Hermione didn't know what was wrong, she was probably not in a state today, everything came too suddenly, Ning An's intrusion, the sudden gift, remembering all this, made her not herself.

Just once, go with the feeling, she said to herself.

"You have to make sure you don't hurt her."

Hermione gritted her teeth, wondering how she had said it.

"Don't worry—"

Ning An's face showed joy, hurriedly turned around, and raised her wand at Laurel, her shoulder seemed to be cut by the wind blade, revealing snow-white skin and a slight red line, Ning An thought the spell he invented to take blood, and the blood immediately flowed out of the wound, not sliding on the skin, but jumping directly into the glass bottle on the ground, after filling a whole bottle, Ning An stopped the spell, blocked the glass bottle with a cork, and pasted a note with a note that read: Fool.