After the second event, Ning An's schedule suddenly became tense, and as the final event of the Triwizard Tournament approached, it seemed that all the plans were going to come to the last minute.

Although Daphne complained a little about Fluff and Ning An's private conversation, she understood that her current identity was only Ning An's good friend after all, and the 'good friend' obviously shouldn't care about these things, so she could only sulk secretly.

Everyone's minds also sprouted with the gradual passing of winter and the arrival of spring, as complicated as the unpredictable wind direction outside.

In the morning, the north wind was blowing, and in the afternoon, it became a mild south wind, and many blades of grass were sprouting in the grass of Hogwarts, and now the Black Lagoon has become a favorite place for the students, everyone wants to see if they can meet a fish-man, even the presence of Grindillo can trigger their fiery emotions.

But most of the time they will be frightened by the terrifying figure of the giant squid, and only the old students know that the guy is actually very gentle and not scary.

Ning An and Hermione still used to meet in their old place, under the fir tree in the Forbidden Forest, and the simple log cabin seemed to have the rudiments of a house by this time, filled with many things full of their memories.

The puppets and toys won from London's arcades were placed in the corners of the wooden house, which was small enough to fit two people cross-legged and occasionally touched overhead, making it even more crowded with the dolls.

When Hermione and Ning An sat in, there was no room for a third person, but Hermione often said that she liked it and liked the smallness of the place.

Since she liked it, Ning An simply followed, originally planning to use the magnification charm to double the size of the wooden house, but here he cast a brave loyalty spell, and the secret was Ning An and Hermione, except for the two of them, even if Hagrid passed by, he couldn't see this conspicuous cabin.

"Snape probably guessed that Harry's gill sac grass was stolen from his office—"

In the cabin, the two sat facing each other, and in the middle was a small wooden table made by Zhang Ning'an, which was said to be a wooden table, but it was actually only the size of an ordinary stool.

There were two small porcelain plates on it, each with two pieces of cream cake, Hermione cut a small piece and put it in her mouth, and while eating it in small bites, she said:

"So he's been targeting Harry specifically in class lately, you don't know ......"

Ning An took a sip of black tea, the narrow table could only accommodate two saucers and two cups of black tea, and the simple environment felt extremely warm and comfortable for two people to stay in.

It was built by the two of them together, and every plank, every corner, had traces of their hands or magic, and it felt like home.

Listening to Hermione's story, the corners of Ning An's mouth were as happy as ever, and she put down her teacup and said softly:

"Professor Snape - I think it's good, you know he's taught me most of my work with potions, and even some other magic ......"

"Of course, you were a Slytherin!" Hermione blushed, she was, as if she would be angry at the mention of Snape

"I can't forget—" she said, in Snape's tone, vividly:

"Miss Granger, is this your scabies potion? Don't nettles want money, so you add them desperately? Compared to Mr. Ning'an's potion, what you make can only be treated as scrap—"

"Haha, not anymore,"

Ning An couldn't help but laugh and said, "The days of serving Slytherin in Potions class for ten years are gone, and now that Snape sees me, he probably just wants to give me a curse." ”

Hermione shook her head, stretched, and leaned into the arms of a huge ragdoll bear behind her, a gift she had received from shooting targets at the amusement park, and she knew for the first time that Ning An still had such a hand.

"Snape in today's Potions class is like hysterics, desperately looking for Harry's stubble, and if it weren't for Karkaroff coming to him, he would probably have to deduct a dozen points from Gryffindor."

Ning An just picked up the teacup, his hand paused, put the cup back again, and asked casually:

"Karkaroff?"

"Well, Karkaroff seems to be in a hurry, and he actually broke in during the lesson, pulling Snape and muttering for a while......"

Hermione said that her voice became quieter and quieter, and there was a silent silence in the cabin, as if something had landed in front of the two of them, and the happy atmosphere that had been talking about it before gradually disappeared.

"Ning'an ......"

Hermione called softly, and Ning An looked up at her, biting her lip as if something was on her lips, but she didn't want to say it and tried to restrain it.

Looking away, since the second project, he would think of Fleur whenever he looked at Hermione's lips, and even when he kissed, he would work harder, as if to make up for Hermione, but also to hide his own memory, often making Hermione blush and heartbeat at the same time, he also complained that he was too hard and didn't know how to be gentle.

Ning An only smiled bitterly, praying in his heart that he would not be discovered by Hermione for the rest of his life.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that his girlfriend hesitated and didn't speak, Ning An asked directly, mainly to alleviate the slightest embarrassment caused by silence.

"I have something to say......"

Ning An frowned, looked at Hermione, and looked hesitantly not like her at all, although when she was by Ning An's side, Hermione often showed a gesture of dependence and nostalgia, but most of the time, she was still that confident, smart, and outspoken brave girl, and it was rare to see her like this.

"Say? What's the matter, it's so nervous......"

Ning An looked directly into Hermione's eyes, she was also looking at him, there was anxiety and worry in her eyes, and she didn't know what this girl was worried about.

Immediately after Ning An saw her gaze become firm again, she bit her back molars, and the voice squirmed out of her throat

"I ask you ......"

Ning An was suddenly startled, his right hand, who was about to fork a piece of cake, almost knocked the fork off, his heart trembled, Hermione shouldn't know something, right?

But he pondered, no, it was Krum who kissed Fleur, and Hermione probably wouldn't know that Krum was pretending to be herself.

"I ask you...... Do you know anything about the man who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire—"

After Hermione finished asking, her eyes looked at Ning An without blinking, her eyes were full of anxiety and struggle, as if she was worried about something, afraid of something, maybe she didn't have to worry so much if she pretended to be stupid and didn't ask, but she had to do it, as if she was sandwiched between two stones.

Ning An was stunned for a moment, and slowly put the fork down, he wanted to laugh a little, but now was obviously not the right time, but he thought about it, it turned out that Hermione was thinking about this matter.

He slowly put the fork with the cake on the delicate porcelain plate, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, thought for a moment and said:

"Are we really going to discuss this in a pleasant tea time?"

Hermione nodded earnestly, reaching out and brushing her unkempt hair back irritably

"I need to know...... Ning'an ...... You don't know, it's keeping me up at sleep — I mean, if, my boyfriend...... Want...... Something to do to my best friend...... Or know something......"

She spoke a little incoherently, with both arms propped up on the table, clutching her head, as if she had taken all her troubles as her own hair, grabbing them fiercely, grabbing them, Ning An reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand.

"Relax, Hermione—Jane, relax, no one wants to be bad for your friends—okay? I promised you wouldn't hurt Harry? Isn't it? ”

Hermione gradually regained her composure, she looked at Ning An, her face was a little pale, and she didn't seem to be confident in asking

"Really?"

Ning An nodded heavily

"Really, didn't I promise it?"

He blinked, leaned over, and lightly touched the girl's lips, and in the narrow space, the two of them were almost close together, and Ning An could even feel Hermione's heartbeat getting faster and faster

"What, don't you trust me?"

Hermione finally quieted down, her face turned red, and the whole person was about to sink into the body of the ragdoll bear behind her, and was half pressed by Ning An, making her feel as if her body was on fire, and it began to become hot.

"I believe you...... Alright, don't knock the table over—"

Mustering up the last of her strength, Hermione blushed and slowly pushed Ning An away, Ning An moved the small table to the side, turned over and lay down side by side with Hermione, the two of them looked back at the roof as if they were lying in a tent camping in the wilderness.

"When we built it, we should have a zenith out so that we could see the stars." Ning An lay down and grabbed Hermione's hand and muttered.

"But then it's going to be cold, and it's going to get wind in."

"Then let's cast a spell, like Hogwarts, can't the halls of the Great Hall see the stars in the sky outside?"

"I don't know how to do that, would?"

"What!? Miss Perfect also has magic that she doesn't know! That's miserable, magic that even Miss Know-It-All doesn't know, how could I know--hiss, light, hurt-"

Hermione chuckled and looked at Ning An pretending to be on the side, rolling in pain, and couldn't help laughing, how could she be so hard, but it was just a small pinch, these were originally nicknames that were ridiculed, Ning An said it, when there were only the two of them, but it was not annoying at all.

In his heart, is he really perfect?

Hermione sighed, probably not, her hair, so messy, her figure—it doesn't seem to be outstanding, when will she really grow up......

Hiss, as if he had been bitten by something on his shoulder, he turned his head to look, and Ning An, who was lying beside him, had a mischievous smile on his face-

He, he just picked /kai his own shoulder and pinched it?

Hermione was wearing a uniform sweater, and the collar of her jacket was tied all the way to her neck, and it was obvious that Ning An had just pulled her clothes down to pinch her shoulders-

"You-" Hermione backhanded Ning An's arm, also twisting

"Shhh

The two of them made a fuss for a while, until they hit the corner of the table and almost spilled the black tea on the small bench-like table, and finally stopped.

Leaning together, with their backs facing the roof, they gasped for air.

"Ann ......"

Hermione had two red glows flying on her face, I don't know if it was because she was tired from fighting, or for other reasons, this was the first time she had called Ning An's name, her voice was a little trembling, she had never called someone like this.

"Hmmm......"

Ning An gasped evenly, his hand firmly grasping Hermione's hand, and whispered.

"How much do you know about what I just said......

Hermione is not stupid, she has been with Ning An for so long, how could she not feel that Ning An definitely knows something about the person who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, and even faintly makes her feel that Ning An is also one of them......

She never dared to think like this, she didn't dare to think deeply, self-deception was not Hermione's style, but this matter, she couldn't face it so directly, she was afraid, afraid that she would never be able to face Ning An in the future, afraid that her imagination would come true-

If that's the case, how do you deal with yourself......

So she tried step by step, although it may not have been intentional, but Hermione was increasing her endurance a little bit, and she dared to ask this question after getting Ning An's assurances one after another.

Maybe even Hermione herself didn't know what she really thought subconsciously: if Ning An was also involved in this matter, then it would be better for her not to know.

Ning An was silent, he could feel the girl's hand that was clenched, trembling slightly, taking a deep breath, and spitting out again, he slowly spoke

"I know—all."

Hermione felt that her heart was clenched tightly by a hand, the blood flow in her body stopped, she couldn't breathe, she was about to suffocate, a kind of unconscious pain came out of her heart, and the world around her seemed to turn into bubbles, and then with a 'snap', all of them burst.

He knew, he really knew, and he knew all this—

Hermione struggled to pull her hand away, but was caught, so she didn't move, let Ning An hold it, and said in a voice as pale as death:

"You...... Is it really one of them? You...... Lie to me? ”

"Of course not!"

Ning An suddenly turned over and pulled Hermione up who was lying on the floor of the wooden house like a godless corpse, and accidentally let the roof hit her head.

He hurriedly stepped forward to rub her head and explained:

"I just know their plans, how can I be one of them? I told you a long time ago that I am not a Death Eater and will never be a Death Eater? Don't you believe me like that? ”

Looking at Hermione's eyes, slowly regaining their brilliance, her pale face gradually turned red, Ning An hugged her again, there was only a few centimeters between her faces, and she looked at the girl's eyes and said:

"Jane, I admit that there may be some things that I have hidden, but I promise - I have never lied to you, I have never lied to you, not now, not in the future, and because I am not alone, I am responsible for other people who believe in me and stand on my side, but I will not lie to you no matter what!"

Hermione's cheeks flushed/run, and now she suddenly felt the pain of being hit on her head, and the ups and downs of her mood made her react a little slower, looking at Ning An, she paused for a long time before muttering:

"Really?"

"Of course, I swear that I wasn't the one who wanted to harm Harry, and I promised that I would protect Harry and not let that person hurt him, how about that?"

Hermione looked at Ning An, her eyes didn't blink, she wanted to say in her heart: I don't want you to protect Harry, I don't want you to protect others, I don't want anyone, I just want you to be with me, always on my side!

But she couldn't say this after all, and a thousand words converged into a soft voice

"Well, I believe you."