The moonlight was still softly shining on the world, and the light had not diminished for a moment, and Hermione stood in the hallway, her shadow slanting, stretching long, long.

She pursed her lips as she watched as the boy stood up and put the vial of bright red blood into a small black box around her waist.

Then he turned around, looked at her, smiled lightly, and said, "It's still early, do you want to go shopping with me?" ”

"Get out of here."

Hermione's wand was still raised, and she shook twice, as if she thought that she was too superficial to do so, so she lowered her arm, but her eyes were still staring at Ning An complicatedly, urging:

"Get out of here quickly."

"It's really hurtful, is that how you turn down other invitees?"

Under the oval glass window behind the armored knight, there was a step, Ning An reflexively came to the window, lifted his robe, and then sat down slowly, looked at Hermione with a smile and greeted:

"Come here, maybe you can tell me why you didn't find a dance partner for the Ball?" He paused, changed his tone of expectation, and said:

"Or—did you turn down the invitees?"

Hermione stood still and didn't move, looking at him, her two straight eyebrows were slightly shang/qiao, forming an inverted figure, as if she was about to get angry, she pursed her lips, and then suddenly sighed and muttered:

"You know what, Ning An, you're such a bastard."

This time Ning An frowned, it was the first time he had heard Hermione scold, but this feeling was very good, and soon his eyebrows stretched out again, he spread his hands and didn't look like he was arguing, just patted the steps beside him and said:

"Come and sit down, will you Hermione? Maybe tonight we can put aside a little bit of prejudice and talk about poetry, talk about Shelley, talk about Muggle math that you like, oh yes, I'm not very good at math, maybe I'll have to talk about it. ”

Hermione didn't move, but she didn't turn to leave, she just stood there, as if there was an abyss between them, and there was no way to cross it.

The moonlight sprinkled a silver glow, flowing gracefully between the armor, the corridor, and the boys and girls, and the night breeze outside the castle whined and blew, as if at Christmas, only the cold wind was homeless, complaining about the ruthlessness of the world, and people only felt a little cold in their hearts when they listened to it.

"Well, you don't want to talk, so you just want to hear me? OK, no problem-"

Ning An broke this minute-long embarrassment, he moved back, let his legs that were already numb stretch a little, and also raised his head, looking at Hermione's face, her skin was snow-white, her eyebrows were slightly thick, men like thin eyebrows, but no one's thick eyebrows could look as good as her, Ning An almost forgot to speak.

Hermione was also looking at him, because his back was to the moonlight, his face was obscured by the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly, but he didn't need to look at Hermione to construct what it looked like, that face had long been buried deep in his heart, not to mention countless nights of dream reunions.

She sometimes wondered if Ning An had secretly drunk her a potion when she was a child, and it was not unusual for Ning An to concoct this potion in the first grade at her potion level.

But what kind of mystery can last for four years, and with his departure, it becomes more and more intoxicated, and it is about to form a whirlpool, so that Hermione can't break free.

"Hah, what do you want to say?"

Ning An shrugged his shoulders, how could he not see Hermione's thoughts? This girl also likes herself, and the signal sent by her every little gesture is so obvious, maybe this is the best gift for Christmas? Ning An didn't know, but he was so happy, what could be better than getting a response from someone he liked.

Probably it was this kind of secret affection, permeated around the two, that made the atmosphere that should be tense strange and inexplicable, Hermione was still standing in place, as if her body had been hit by some petrification spell, Ning An was very relaxed, more like a real Hogwarts, in the state of his own school, began to talk endlessly.

“…… It was summer vacation, and Carly invited us to her house......"

“…… It's my fault, if I hadn't gone looking for those books in the first place......"

“…… So I swear that I must resurrect her......"

The voice was like a musical note, beating on people's hearts, one at a time, clear and loud, Hermione didn't know when, she had slowly sat down next to Ning An, so close, as if she had been tutoring him in the history of magic.

It turns out that he became like that because of Calydora's death, Carlidora is the Slytherin student, right? Hermione remembered a girl who always seemed to be by Ning An's side when she was in first grade.

It's blonde again, and Daphne is blonde too, so does he like to play with blonde girls? Touching her frizzy brown hair, Hermione shook her head vigorously—

What kind of mess is this, what are you thinking, she turned her head to look at Ning An, her eyes softened for the first time, and she only felt that the distance between the two seemed to be silently narrowing - I didn't expect so many things to happen over the years, how old was he at that time.

Ning An didn't know why he said this, he thought that he wouldn't dare to tell all the experiences in his life, and he didn't dare to recall Calidora's past, but he didn't expect to be extremely comfortable in front of Hermione today, telling the ins and outs, not only in the past, but also in the past, the people and things he saw in the British rafting, the knight bus, and the World Cup, except for some people and things that could not be said, such as snake letters, he almost said most of his own experience.

"I don't know, I didn't expect so many things to have happened."

Ning An leaned his back against the window, the protruding gray wall, half of his body hid behind the armored knight, but from this angle, he could clearly see Hermione sitting beside him.

Hermione looked back at him as if she had known him on the first day, and after a while, she sighed faintly.

"How can the dead be brought back to life, what you did was so stupid."

Ning An didn't say anything about the other side of the veil, but only said that he had found a way to resurrect Calidora.

"People are born, people die, this is the law of nature, Ning An, you should let go, that is also to let yourself go."

Hermione looked at Ning An seriously, and persuaded her with some bitterness, she inexplicably rose a hope that maybe she could pull him back, maybe ...... Can you get him to start over?

"But Carly didn't die of natural causes, I killed her—"

"Don't take all the blame on yourself, the book is there, Calidora just opened it, and if you want to blame Voldemort—"

"Hey, let's not talk about that, Hermione, let's talk about poetry, you know what, I liked it before I came to Hogwarts."

Hermione froze slightly, and wanted to say something, but opened her mouth and didn't make a sound, and sighed regretfully, she knew that Ning An was a person who ate soft and not hard, and when he didn't want to talk about it, he didn't need to say more, when he taught him the history of magic, it was like this.

It looks like we can only do it next time...... Hermione was stunned - but is there a next time?

"Hermione?"

Ning An turned his head, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the girl's eyes, testing whether the other party's eyes would blink.

"Hmm...... Well? ”

Coming back to her senses, Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud as she watched Ning An pretend to be nervous waving back and forth in front of her eyes.

"Damn you—" She reached out and pushed Ning An's arm away, as if she had regained her old feelings, yes, they used to play around like this.

"How old were you then, and whose poems did you read?"

"But aren't you too big?"

"I started with short sentences......

"That doesn't make it obvious that you're awesome, is it?"

“…… Hahaha"

The boys and girls sat on the low stone steps, and the laughter never stopped from the moment it began, and there seemed to be two wind chimes hanging in the cold corridor, which was more cheerful than the lively dance party downstairs.

Hermione? Granger looked at the boy without blinking, as if he would disappear in the blink of an eye if he looked at him for a second, they were so tacit, she should have discovered that she had been like this since the first grade, they were all extremely smart, they had the same hobbies, they could talk about so many topics, so much, they could talk for days and nights.

It's hard to think of any other wizard who can talk to himself about so many things in the Muggle world, whether it's magic or Muggles, he's good at it, except maybe except for Quidditch and the history of magic, haha, the history of magic.

The corners of Hermione's mouth curled in a wonderful arc, how glad she had turned down everyone's invitations, the expectation in her heart had really come true, yes, didn't she just want to go to the ball with the person in front of her?

Although they are still not at the ball, but on the fourth floor of the castle, they have a pas de deux for only two people, and most of them don't dance, but this is enough to be satisfying.

"Do you remember the joke, when the three logicians entered the tavern, the waiter asked, "Do you want a glass of wine?" The first said, "I don't know." The second said, "I don't know." The third said: Yes! ”

"Haha-" Hermione chuckled, pursing her lips, "yes, each of them will get a glass of wine." ”

The moonlight swayed gently with her laughter, and the wind outside seemed to be quieter, as if the sound of clouds walking leisurely could be heard.

No matter, just tonight, it's Christmas, and he didn't do anything bad, so let's just leave it alone, just one night, talk to him for a while, how long has it been since they've spoken like this? It's been more than two years.

"Hey, I'm going to take you somewhere!"

Ning An felt in a good mood, and he had found the feeling of being omnipresent, and as Hermione grew up, this feeling had a different meaning.

He couldn't help but reach out and pull the girl up

"This is the fourth floor of the castle, right?"

Hermione had forgotten to answer, her hand was suddenly stunned, her brain was blank, and even the armor on both sides of the corridor was swaying, almost blurred, and she could only see the hazy figure in front of her, and the warm temperature coming from her right hand.

I didn't drink alcohol, so why did I feel like I was drunk, it was weird, and my face was a little hot.

She reached out and mo/mo her cheeks, which were hot, as if she had a fever.

Not knowing where to be taken, it was the first time she had lost her mind, and she had never felt this way before.

In front of Harry and Ron, as well as the other professors and students, Hermione would never show such a look, she was a jack of all trades, she was a perfect lady, how could she be so out of shape.

“…… We...... Where are you going......"

She seemed to be really drunk, drunk by the moonlight, and asked softly, as if from the corners of her mouth.

"Let's go to Hogsmeade! It's Halloween, so it's a shame to be in the hallway, and if we're lucky, we might be able to have a drink, but hopefully they're not closed! ”

"Hogsmeade?"

Hermione didn't understand, how were they going to go? Isn't there a Christmas party on the first floor? Ning An shouldn't be stupid enough to go out of the Great Hall in front of Dumbledore, right?

But she didn't think to stop, refused, maybe she was angry with such a thought, but she was immediately hidden aside, muttering to herself hypnotically

Just this night, just tonight, let me forget his identity, he is Ning An, Ning An who belongs to me......

With his right hand, he clamped the brown-red magic notebook that could record people's memories, and was stumbled by Ning An and walked briskly in the corridor on the fourth floor.

Ning An actually didn't want to find the one-eyed witch statue at all, he didn't know what was wrong, he just had the courage to be thrown away, and then took Hermione's hand, maybe going to Hogsmeade was just a cover, his real purpose was just to take this hand?

I don't know, but the feeling of electric shock is unforgettable, and the warm palms are connected together, as if to build a special connection, transmitted between the two, as if the pulses are connected, and with the flow of blood, you can hear each other's heartbeat.

For the first time, he wanted to grasp a pair of hands like this, not because of anything else, but because of liking, the kind of liking of the opposite sex.

But after all, he still stood in front of the one-eyed witch statue, Ning An didn't know if he should let go of his hand, he felt a faint struggle coming from his palm, turned his head to look, Hermione's face was flushed, and he could see it clearly even in the dim corridor.

He tightened the other party's palm, and instantly felt that his heartbeat was twice as fast, and he didn't want to do so much, so he led her to the back of the one-eyed witch, and Ning An took out his wand.

"Left and right separation."

Tapped the stone witch with her wand, and saw that the statue's hunchback immediately opened, large enough for a slightly thinner person to enter, Hermione watched silently behind her back, her big eyes shining.

Is this a secret passage? When did he come to know such a secret passage? Is it this secret passage that allows you to come and go freely at Hogwarts? Why did you take me through this secret passage, aren't you afraid that I will tell Dumbledore?

Distractions were like buzzing bees, circling around Hermione.

In the blink of an eye, Ning An had already crawled into the hole with his head down, and he had to let go of his hand, both of them had a feeling of loss, and their hands suddenly became cold.

"Come in, Hermione."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, and her ears seemed to hear her own voice again: Just tonight, tonight is Christmas Eve, just this night, please, go to Hogsmeade with Ning'an-

She lowered her head, head forward, and crawled into the hole.