The warm sun rubbed against the old walls, and there seemed to be light bubbles floating in the air, and they bypassed Hermione? Granger's head shattered with a "click" in his ears, and there was still a faint "giggle" of laughter.

Hermione...... Hermione ......"

The shouts came from far and near, and the bubbles burst faster and faster, about to burst into patches of "crackling", and then—

The colorful bubbles all burst, and Hermione woke up suddenly, heh-

"Hermione?"

Harry's face dangled in front of him, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little worried, and the fire next to him "beeped" very similar to the sound of the bubble bursting in his imagination just now.

Hermione came to her senses and looked down at the book on her lap, as if she had accidentally dozed off, maybe in a daze?

There are not many people in the Gryffindor common room, and after the dance is nearly three weeks of Christmas break, many students choose to go home to continue the holiday, and of course many people stay on campus, but obviously they will not let the good holidays be spent in the dormitory, whether it is to play at Hogwarts, or to go to the grass and the Black Lake to blow the wind, it is much "cooler" than staying in the common room.

Unless it's nerd/zi.

"Oh, what's the matter, Harry—"

Hermione curled her hair, trying to hide the way she had just woken up from a big dream, but Harry clearly didn't care.

He sat down on the couch next to him, with the golden egg he had snatched from the Hungarian tree bee's nest in his lap through the first project, and he was staring at it with worried eyes.

"Still haven't found any clues?"

Sighing, Hermione remembered that Harry had been hanging out in the common room with the golden eggs since the morning, and Ron seemed to be hanging out with the twins, and he would not stay long in any place where he was there these days.

"No," Harry sighed deeply as he lowered his head as he placed the golden egg on the eight-legged round table next to him.

"I mean- what am I going to do, Hermione? The Christmas holidays are over, and February 24 is just a few days away – but I don't have a clue right now. ”

"I said you should have prepared early," Hermione also sighed helplessly, she really didn't have much to do, this was no better than the first project at least knowing a clear goal, but only gave such a golden egg, but there was no hint-

Uh, wait a minute, the prompt seems to be the screeching sound that comes out after opening the golden egg......? Hermione had a clue.

"Oh my God, it's been another morning, and the whole day is going to be wasted, look at what I've done, and be here in a daze with this golden egg?"

Harry leaned back in frustration, wishing he were sinking into the couch.

"Morning is over...... Hermione was still thinking about the clues that had given her some inspiration, but her ears immediately caught Harry's words, and she looked at the wall clock hanging above the fireplace, the hour hand had already left X., heading towards XI., and it was almost eleven o'clock.

Oops

Hermione was startled and stood up from the couch with an excited look on Harry's face

"Hermione? What did you think of? ”

"Ah-no, sorry, I hadn't thought of it, Harry,"

Hermione put the book on her lap aside, grabbed the black robe that was behind the couch and draped it over her body, thought about it, and picked up a red and black checkered scarf and put it around her neck.

"You're going out?"

"Ah no, it's not- I mean, yes, Harry, I've got something to go out about."

Hermione stood in front of the bust mirror next to the painting, tied the scarf tighter, and felt rustic, so she let it go a little and let it fit loosely around her neck.

Harry noticed the difference Hermione had made today, her hair was no longer unkempt, but supple and shiny, and she had a small bun that Harry had never seen Hermione do before.

Hermione was already dressed, took one last look in the mirror, and hurried to the exit of the portrait of the fat lady, who hurried out of the portrait as she expressed her apologies.

You want...... Where to?

Harry swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach, sat back down on the couch in frustration, and picked up the golden egg again, seemingly thinking of the damn puzzle for himself.

Hermione galloped all the way down from the Gryffindor Tower on the eighth floor, today was the appointment she and Ning An had agreed upon, eleven o'clock, I didn't expect that when I was waiting, I accidentally dozed off, and it was almost time.

She was a time-conscious person, and she never wanted to be late for a date, trotting through the Fat Lady hallway, there were no students in the hallway, and she went down the spiral staircase, and those constantly shuttling stairs made Hermione mumble "hurry, hurry" before they came to her feet, telling her to continue running downstairs.

Running down the marble staircase behind the oak door on the first floor, with dripping sweat already oozing from her neck, she sighed softly, walked through the foyer, ran out of the main entrance of the castle, and finally reached the edge of the Hogwarts grounds.

Hagrid's hut was smoky, but no one else was outside, and the snails were bigger than Hermione had seen them the other day.

Sneaking past the back of the hut, Hermione walked step by step in the direction of the fir tree in her memory, she shouldn't be too late, now she needs to walk slowly to make herself breathe, she doesn't want Ning An to see that she is running over.

"Hey, here—"

Not long after walking, a familiar cry was heard in the silent forest, and the boy stood under the fir tree where he had confessed a few days ago, smiling and waving to him.

Hermione, like a little beast being called, couldn't help but quicken her pace and gently came to his side.

"I thought you weren't coming, but your girlfriend released pigeons on your first date after establishing a relationship, and you don't know how uncomfortable it was."

Ning An jokingly took her hand and pulled her towards the tree

"Is there anything interesting at school?"

Hemin felt the warmth from his palm, and couldn't help but get closer, the expression on his face was still pretending to be calm, and he snorted and said:

"Christmas holidays...... You know...... Vacation Homework ...... Don't make a fuss, itch—"

Ning An scratched her palm mischievously, so that Hermione couldn't help but glance at him.

"Oh, by the way, Harry has been worrying about the second project lately, the Triwizard Tournament."

"Oh? Can't even you do it? ”

Ning An stared at Hermione with wide eyes, and the gaze of the two of them seemed to create a vortex to suck all the light in.

"I was actually about to think of it, but you disrupted it — and according to the rules of the Final Three, the Warriors have to ...... on their own"

The two sat down against the fir tree and talked about the things around each other, which was a kind of temptation, a kind of temptation of each other's space and sincerity, and through this ordinary and relaxed conversation, they slowly found the boundaries between each other.

With impulsiveness and love to confess, but after becoming a couple, the two of them know each other far from enough, Hermione doesn't even know what Ning An came to Hogwarts for, every time she thinks deeply, she will feel difficult to breathe, powerless to struggle, can only not think about it, slowly understand.

"What about you? You...... What have you been doing lately? ”

"Hmm......" Ning An leaned her back against the trunk of the tree and gently took Hermione into her arms, and the girl struggled for a moment before falling backwards in obedience.

"Actually, I'm here at Hogwarts to carry out a plan, you know, I'm collecting that blood."

Hermione felt her heart skip a beat, as if something warm was flowing out, Ning An was willing to say, willing to talk to her about these things, he cared about her, otherwise how could he talk about this with himself?

"Collect blood to resurrect Calidora?"

When the name was pronounced, Hermione's expression darkened slightly, Ning An tried so hard to resurrect a girl, what kind of emotions did he have for her?

"Well, I know a magic, maybe there's a chance to resurrect—" Ning An saw Hermione's expression and chuckled and scratched her nose

"Don't think too much about it, Carly is one of my best friends, and ...... And I killed her ......"

Hermione covered Ning'an's mouth, she knew if she had killed Harry or Ron...... Oh my God, I can't imagine it, she took the initiative to hug Ning An with some distress, she had never had such an emotion, which was different from how much she cared about Harry.

This feeling was so empathetic, and Hermione's heart also felt a pang of pain at this moment with Ning An's words.

"Hey, Jane—"

Ning An suddenly shouted, and Hermione was stunned, making a sound as thin as a mosquito

"Huh?"

"We should start an organization, an organization with just the two of us."

"What?" The girl turned her head to look at him in bewilderment, her brown eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

"You see, whether it's 'vomit' or other organizations, there are already other people, and I think we should build an organization with just two of us, and only for two people."

"That's not called vomiting,"

Hermione said angrily, she raised her head leaning on Ning An's shoulder, and Ning An hurriedly raised her hand and said as if in surrender:

"It's my fault, haha, it's the House-Elf Rights Advancement Association, right?"

Hermione then asked Ning An to take her over, looking up at the pure blue sky, and the cedar trees were still pressed with some snow, white, reflecting the sunlight and sprinkling warmth into the forest.

"But building an organization should have a goal, you have to have something you want to do, and then you have a direction."

She muttered as if she had thought of something.

"Yes, the goal of this organization is to preserve our love!"

Ning An stood up suddenly, and at the same time half-hugged Hermione to get up, he looked at Hermione excitedly and said:

"How?"

Hermione looked at Ning An, H and A were the initials of their names, an organization that only belonged to the two of them? My heart throbbed inexplicably, and I faintly began to look forward to it, and it sounded like it would be a good organization.

Seeing that Hermione did not object, Ning An turned around and faced the fir who was still leaning on just now, and he didn't know when he had an extra wand in his hand.

"So today, here, it's here!"

He took Hermione's hand and asked her to grab her wand as well, and the ebony wand felt cold to hermione for a moment, and then slowly held it again.

Ning An controlled his wand and poked lightly on the trunk of the fir tree, and two burnt letters were printed on a piece of barkless place, and the black capital letters clearly recorded:

"Alright, President, Miss Granger, now appoint you Vice President!"

Hermione couldn't help laughing, this little villain always had so many whimsical ideas, she pretended to be happy and exclaimed, "Wow, that's amazing, Mr. President!" ”

In fact, I am just as happy in my heart, but it is another kind of sweetness.

Turn around,...... It's going to be the two of them, just the two of them.

Inexplicably, Hermione had the idea of using the Loyalty Charm to protect the fir tree, but the spell was too difficult for her to do now.

He's going to be, right? Do you want him to cast spells? That would be considered a childish ghost......

But...... I really don't want anyone to touch this place again......

"From now on, this is our holy place, holy land!"

Ning An cheered happily, he circled around the tree, as if he was performing some strange ceremony, looking at his deliberately funny appearance, Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After a few turns, Ning An rushed over and grabbed Hermione's hand, the enthusiasm still made her panic, and the boy said;

"Next, the first event since its founding—"

"What?" Hermione asked, confused.

"It's probably not a good fit."

Ning An pinched his chin and looked at Hermione and himself, Hermione pulled the corner of her clothes a little unnaturally, didn't he like to wear a robe? But that's what Hogwarts students wear.

Ning An had already taken out his wand and tapped it lightly at Hermione and herself, and their clothes immediately changed.

Ning An changed into a leather jacket and jeans, while Hermione wore a dark gray trench coat and booties, without wizarding clothes, she looked like a Muggle walking on the street.

"Well, that's a lot better."

Ning An muttered, Hermione was still admiring this exquisite transfiguration, probably reaching the level of Professor McGonagall, and suddenly Ning An's voice came from her ears

"Hold on"

Hermione subconsciously grabbed Ning An's hand, and she didn't have time to ask the sentence, "What are we going to do?" ”

I felt a strong squeeze from all directions, and the surroundings became pitch black, and my chest seemed to be tightly strangled by an iron hoop, and I couldn't breathe, and then—

Hermione felt as if she had just been squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube, and the cold air was drilling into her nose, and Ning An was gently patting her back, as if to say:

"It's alright, Hermione, I forgot, this might be your first illusion-"

Loud voices came from not far away, it seemed to be a dimly lit alley, and outside the alley, it seemed to be - the streets of London?

"Apparition?" Hermione gasped for breath and looked at Ning Andao.

Ning An saw that she was fine, so she stroked the girl's hair a few times with a smile, and said with a smile:

"Come on, let's have a good time at the first event!"

After saying that, he took Hermione's hand and ran into the crowded street in the blink of an eye, and the passers-by just glanced at it, and saw that it was a young couple in love, but they smiled and stopped paying attention, and the two gradually disappeared into the crowd.

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