It was getting cold at Hogwarts in November, and Ning An's life tended to be monolithic day after day, but he didn't care, this singleness was full of peace and peace.

Breakfast at Hogwarts was hearty every day, but after not eating Durmstran's stinky dried fish for a few days, Ning An missed it somewhat, often sitting by the fireplace in the common room, watching the gradually snowy grounds, and missing his school of witchcraft and wizardry surrounded by mountains and lakes.

"Good morning." Hermione naturally sat down beside Ning An, looking somewhat tired, as if she had lost sleep last night.

"Good morning, you don't look like you slept well last night?"

"Ah," Hermione sighed softly, "Professor Sinista's paper, on the moons of Jupiter—"

As she spoke, she took the plate with pudding, toasted cheese, and bread, and a small cup of coffee, and ate it slowly.

"I wish I could take the same exam as you." Hermione muttered and glanced at Ning An enviously.

"I'm not like you," Ning An smiled, tore the soft bread into strips, dipped it in the honey in the small bowl, took a bite, and said to Hermione with a satisfied look on her face:

"If I didn't get any better grades than you on the written exams, I would like to believe that you can easily get all "O's (Excellent)" grades. ”

Hermione shook her head but didn't refute Ning An, just muttered, "It's not that simple, it's not that simple......"

"Mr. Chancellor...... Early ......"

At this time, there was a greeting voice behind him, it was Malfoy and Daphne coming, Daphne didn't seem to see Hermione, just said hello to Ning An and sat down on the other side, Hermione was also eating the cheese on her plate, as if she didn't see Daphne.

"What happened? Draco? ”

Ning An was distressed by the discord between the two, but saw that Malfoy was still standing beside him, hesitating as if he had something to say, hearing Ning An's inquiry, he slowly sat down beside Ning An, thought for a while, put his head to a moderate distance, and whispered:

"That's right...... I got a little bit of news from my father......"

Ning An glanced at Malfoy in surprise, although he did have Draco in mind to pass on some news about Lucius and his master, but he didn't actually expect Malfoy to really get anything.

"Huh? What is it? Ning An picked up a piece of napkin, wiped his mouth, and asked with interest, curious to see what Malfoy would say.

"Mom mentioned in her letter to me that there was a new house-elf in the house—"

"House-elves?"

Ning An nodded, he remembered that there used to be a little elf named Dobby in Malfoy's family, but it seemed that because of Harry, he was liberated, and now works in the kitchen of Hogwarts, looking at the grilled sausages and bread on the plate, Ning An couldn't help but think that this might be Dobby's own hands, I don't know if Malfoy will have a familiar feeling when he eats it.

"Yes," Malfoy lowered his voice, "from the Black family." He whispered.

Ning An was stunned, "...... the Black family?" He rubbed his chin and thought it was a little interesting, it was undoubtedly the weird and lonely elf of the Sirius family, Kreacher, and it was probably not uncommon for him and Sirius to clash with him.

Sirius was probably angry and upset that he was being tied up in the old mansion he hated and couldn't leave, and it was normal for him to get angry and drive Kreacher away, and as the only member of the Black family that Kreacher still respected, it made sense that he would go to Narcissa's.

"Mom seemed happy in the letter, as if the house-elf had brought quite useful information......"

"I see, Draco." Ning An nodded, and was about to say something, but a large group of owls suddenly rushed into the auditorium, hula and flew towards people's tables, with tight packages tied to their claws, or various sealed envelopes.

A long-eared owl landed quietly beside Ning An, staring at Ning An, compared to other similar kinds, it behaved more gentlemanly, and consciously raised one leg, as if signaling Ning An to untie the envelope tied to it.

Ning An saw the symbol on the white envelope at a glance, it was a black closed number 8, and if you looked at it from a distance, it looked like a long curved snake.

Seeing that Ning An received the letter, the long-eared owl pecked lightly on the back of his hand, then spread its wings, fluttered twice and flew away, Hermione carefully guarded her coffee cup to prevent the owl's tiny fluff from falling in, and Daphne on the other side looked at it curiously, of course she knew the mark on the letter, it was the mark of the snake letter.

"What's that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I guess it's Pani's letter...... Maybe it's Leohhard them. Ning An looked at the envelope in his hand uncertainly, there was no opening on it, except for the black symbol, it was like a completely sealed envelope, there was no doubt that some kind of secrecy magic had been cast.

Ning An put the letter flat on the table, took out his wand from the inner pocket of the dark red wizard's robe, and tapped it lightly on the envelope.

The long snake-like figure-8 symbol moved like this, as if it was a snake that woke up after hibernation, swimming like flowing water, and after going around the edge of the envelope, the originally sealed envelope suddenly had an extra gap, and the thin line-like black long snake returned to its original position and changed back to the figure 8, but this time the 0 on it opened a small opening.

Ning An took out the letter from the envelope, Hermione, Daphne, and Malfoy were all eating the breakfast on their plates, showing curious expressions from time to time, Hermione opened her mouth to ask something, but after thinking for a while, she finally didn't speak.

The atmosphere at the dining table became silent for a moment, and Ning An unconsciously swiped the spoon in the coffee cup as she read the letter.

The letter was written in secret language, a kind of magic text that was applied to the inside of the snake letter, Ning An's expression gradually became serious, time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and Daphne and Malfoy both quietly observed Ning An's expression.

After a while, Ning An silently put away the letter and drank the coffee in his cup.

"Whose letter came?" Daphne asked curiously, she had never seen Ning An so silent.

Ning An rarely did not answer Daphne, in fact, he said that Daphne would not know him, this letter is a letter from the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

The letter said that he had used the Imperius Charm to control the silent man of the Department of Mysteries, Saul Crocker, who coveted several highly classified offices of the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic, and wanted to obtain the secrets, naturally nothing more effective than controlling a silent man.

It's just that he didn't expect Birdside to do it so quickly.

"Nothing." Ning An took the letter in her arms, smiling at the suspicious gaze cast by Daphne.

"I'll go back first, I remember you still have classes to attend, hahaha."

He laughed, his mood inexplicably lightened, whether it was because he didn't have to be trapped by the irritating lessons, or because Birdside had managed to control Saul Crocker at the Ministry of Magic.

But no matter what, Ning An felt that he was about to get what he wanted, and there must be something he wanted in the room of the Department of Mysteries about "love", Ning An thought so.

"Looks like we've lost a friend forever, haven't we?" Ron sat at the long Gryffindor table, picking up a piece of cheese with his fork and looking at Hermione, who was sitting next to Ning'an.

"Well, yes......" Harry responded absentmindedly, his mind was not here, echoing Ron seemed pointless, in fact, his own feelings for Ning An and Hermione were also a little complicated, Hermione had always been one of his best friends, until she became Ning An's girlfriend, Harry and Ron could clearly feel that in Hermione's heart, the relationship with Ning An was obviously far greater than that of himself and Ron.

But Ning An had helped him recently, much to Harry's struggle, and the Room of Requirement was the perfect fit for him, and Umbridge didn't bother him for it, as if thanks to the approved note.

Harry didn't know why Umbridge had suddenly become so reasonable, but he at least understood that it wasn't because of himself, and it was clear that Ning An was playing a role in it.

That was enough to complicate Harry's feelings, so he didn't really want to echo Ron's complaints about the two men.

His eyes were focused on the other person, at the Ravenclaw table, Chojani was sitting with Luna, the combination of the two was really not compatible, Harry knew how popular Chojang was in Ravenclaw, she was a Quidditch Seeker, a man of the house, and had many friends.

But the crazy girl is an existence that people avoid, everyone laughs at her, plays tricks on her, and privately thinks that she is a strange person who is difficult to touch.

When the two of them were together like this, it looked a little funny, I don't know if it was because they were both in the Defence Against the Dark Arts club in Ning'an, but for Harry, at least one thing was in his favor.

At least he didn't have to face Akihari's other friends, he just had to present what he wanted to say in front of Luna Lovegood alone.

"Look, we're falling apart, do you remember what Dumbledore said...... Actually, I ...... from the beginning Sometimes it's just that way it doesn't stand up...... Harry...... Harry, are you still listening? Harry!? ”

Harry abruptly stood up from the bench, which startled Ron, and the fork in his hand fell on the plate with a "clang", but Harry didn't speak, as if he had made up his mind, and he walked out from behind the Gryffindor table, around the Slytherin table, to the Ravenclaw table.

Ron twisted his neck back exaggeratedly, watching it all in amazement.

"Ah, Harry?" Autumn is as incredible as Ron, and if the expressions of the two of them overlap at the moment, they will be strikingly similar.

"Looks like you have something to say, but I'm going to say, I've got to finish my breakfast, and you don't know what happens if you don't eat breakfast, so what I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to shy away from it."

Luna took a bite of the sliced bread and stared at Harry with interest.

Harry also knew more or less about the mad girl's character, so he simply ignored her and just looked at Autumn.

Qiu Zhang was a little embarrassed, and twisted uneasily, and tried to ask Harry:

"Yes...... What's up? ”

"You know I've recently started a club as well."

Harry plucked up his courage and pondered his words, and said slowly, "I mean, why don't you join, that's great, I mean, we're all Hogwarts students, and you know this club will be around next year-"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Harry." Autumn had already understood what Harry was going to say, and she got up from the bench, and Luna was still sitting, as if the **** was glued and she must sit here and watch a good show.

"I've heard about your club and that's great, I've had a couple of friends join in and they all say it's great." Cho turned his head to glance at the long table where Durmstrang students were seated, and Harry keenly noticed that her gaze was spinning around Ning'an.

"But I've joined a similar club, so ...... I'm sorry......" Qiu Zhang said as she kept giving Luna a look and signaling that it was time for her to go, but Luna watched with great amusement, as if it was something fun.

"Hey, she doesn't like you, so you'd better make less effort, my dad said, it's only meaningful to put your energy into things that will pay attention to you, no one will talk to the stone, right?"

Luna said almost unceremoniously, and Cho tugged at her arm, and the two of them hurried away bypassing Harry, who was stunned in place.

Harry stood there, feeling as if the whole auditorium was looking at him, whispering, everything that had just happened, the ugliness of his rejection, all of which had been seen by the students, and now he was not just a Hogwarts liar, a rumor-monger, and the culprit who bewitched Dumbledore.

Now he has become a loser, a rejected fool/gua, such a title would have been made into a badge to wear if the Slytherins knew about it, Harry turned his head and looked at Durmstrand's small table, wondering if he should be glad that Malfoy was no longer interested in this kind of thing.

He looked at Ning An, and a wave of hatred and jealousy swelled up in his heart inexplicably, Qiu's attitude was already obvious, she didn't care about herself, what she really cared about was this person who was very similar to her, although Harry thought that the two had nothing in common except for the appearance of eyes and hair.

But why is this happening, is Ning An really that good? Harry was very unimpressed, the liar, Voldemort was resurrected by him, he lied to everyone, but he couldn't say it, even Dumbledore told himself.

Now that Hermione and Qiu Zhang have all fallen on the side of the liars, they are all on the side of the liars, but they are called liars, what is this?

He glanced indignantly at Durmstrang's long table, and instead of returning to the Gryffindor table, he walked straight to the stairs of the Great Hall and went upstairs.