[Dear Ning'an.]

It's a pleasure to hear from you, and of course I'd love to meet you......]

"Can't write like that......"

Hermione pouted, muttered a few words, crumpled the letter in front of her, and threw it into the paper basket at her feet, which was already filled with several sheets of white paper that had been balled.

Crookshan curiously scratched the paper basket with his cat's paws, as if he wanted to push it and get the paper balls out to play.

"Go, Crookshan—" Hermione gently nudged the ginger cat with her foot to keep it from getting close to the paper basket, causing the ginger cat to meow twice in dissatisfaction, her tail floundering back and forth on the ground like a bottle brush.

She lay down on the table, pondered and took out a new piece of white paper, spread it on the table, thought for a moment, and wrote:

[Ning'an.]

Regarding the work of elf rights promotion, I think you have done a good job......]

"Ha, that's stupid." Before Hermione could write a sentence, she slammed the pen on the table, laughed herself, crumpled the paper again, threw it into the paper tube, leaned back, leaned back in her chair, and looked at the white ceiling, stunned, not knowing what she was thinking.

The snowy owl that had come to deliver the letter was now eating and drinking, standing on the windowsill and pretending to sleep, when Crookhill jumped on the bed and curled up into a fluffy ball, and it was angry, but Hermione had no time to coax it now.

[Dear Ning'an.]

I am willing to accept the invitation......]

Taking a deep breath, Hermione looked at the finished letterhead, although the look on her face still showed a hint of dissatisfaction, but this time she did not throw it into the paper basket, but carefully sealed it in a white envelope, and gently wrapped it around the owl's leg with silk thread.

The night shrouded London, the cicadas chirped in the garden on a summer night, Hermione pushed open the window on the second floor, let the snowy owl fly out, looked at the little white dots, flapped her wings a few times, and disappeared into the endless night sky, the girl's face showed a look of mixed melancholy and anticipation.

What's wrong with me, it's really not like normal at all.

Hermione shook her head, closed the window, turned around, threw herself on the bed/shang, and lay down on her back, Crookshank screamed, jumped over, and rubbed Hermione's cheek with her fat body, making her want to sneeze.

"Don't, don't make a fuss, Crookshan—"

Laughing and pushing Crook Hill away, provoking the smart big cat to displeasure for a while, Hermione continued to stare blankly at the eaves covered with pale blue wallpaper, her heart as complicated as if she had knocked over a five-flavor bottle.

A letter made a mess of her heart, and the tension and sense of crisis of the Dark Lord's return seemed to be diluted by Ning An's letter, and she should have been thinking about how to help Dumbledore and Harry to deal with Hermione, the mysterious man, but she didn't have the heart to think about these things in her mind at the moment.

She rolled over and over on the bed/shang, clutched the quilt, didn't even have the strength to get up and read, she just wanted time to pass quickly, preferably jump to Durmstrang in the next second, and omit all the owl's trip on the road.

Did I feed it?

Hermione muttered to herself that the owl should have a lot of strength, and it would fly back to Durmstrang soon.

No, no, you can't look so expectant.

Shaking her head, Hermione slammed up from her bed/shang, her master's startled reaction had made it difficult for Crookshill to get used to it, and it jumped onto the windowsill, glaring at Hermione with a pair of smart cat eyes, staring at Hermione as if it was the owner it was familiar with.

I haven't been contacted for so long, and then suddenly I sent a letter like this, what's it, you can't be too excited, yes, I'm not excited at all, and I'll have to ask him to explain why.

Hermione was sitting at her desk, reopening the "Standard Spells" and "Exploring the History of Magic" on the table and reading carefully, but in less than a few seconds, her eyes began to wander again, and the pages in her hand had not been turned for half an hour.

***

Ning An's letter seemed to have really sped up the pace of time, Hermione packed her bags early under the regretful gaze of the Grangers, and although her parents were happy that she could get along with her friends in the wizarding world, they also regretted that they couldn't go skiing together this year.

Hermione's heart was full of apologies, but she just couldn't restrain herself from choosing to spend the summer vacation with Ning An, no matter how restrained she was on the surface, she deeply understood how much she was looking forward to it, even though Ning An hadn't contacted her for a long time.

But she's been looking for reasons for him, he's the headmaster of Durmstrang now, and he must have a lot of things to deal with, and he didn't say that in the letter.

Then there was a boredom of waiting, sometimes Hermione was restless and couldn't calm down to do anything, just pacing around the bedroom, she felt as if she had become Harry or Ron, and all her previous calmness was gone.

The outburst of longing after the suppression is even more difficult to control, and sometimes she is completely listless, lying in bed/hanging all hours long, her eyes staring at the air in a daze, and her mind is full of scenes that she once had with Ning An.

How many memories they had in the Hogwarts hut, the Lady Pardiff's teahouse, where they had their first rendezvous, and even the streets of London, left countless traces of them.

Whenever she thinks of this, she can feel a certain temperature in her palm, as if there is still a feeling of Ning An pulling her and the illusion shifting.

Hermione wanted to go to the arcade again, the place that had impressed her and had never been before, but she was worried that she would miss Ning'an's reply, or something, so she had to stay home.

This went on for three days, and on the fourth night of the owl's departure, Hermione was in a state of listlessness, lying in bed/hang, her eyes staring at the ceiling, her tired mind almost blank.

Crookshank leaned close to her, and for days, the clever cat, worried about its owner's unusual reaction, kept trying to comfort Hermione by bringing back all sorts of things from the outside, and once again it even brought back a bottle of tranquilizer, and Hermione wondered if it had stolen the potion from Diagon Alley.

I have to find a time to return the potion, but I don't know where Crookshank got it, so I don't see it everywhere on the streets.

Hermione got up and checked her suitcase again, what she should bring, and the change of clothes, she compared a few civilian clothes and jeans, and for the first time in her heart, the thought of why did I buy so many jeans, she didn't want to wear old-fashioned jeans all day long in front of Ning An, it was too inferior.

Oh my God, why am I thinking about this, Hermione stood up with her head in her hands, pushed open the door to go downstairs to get some water to drink, Crookshank Hill hurriedly jumped out of bed/shang and followed behind her master's feet.

The empty house creaked around her, the water in the pipes flowed, the Granger couple had left London for their ski vacation, Muggles were always limited by the mode of transportation, they couldn't apparilate anywhere else like wizards, so in order not to invalidate the hard-to-buy tickets, the two had to go first, of course they trusted Hermione to take care of the other things on her own, and they had always been confident in their daughter.

Hermione's feet were on the stairs, and she realized that she had forgotten to put on her slippers, "I'm crazy......" muttered, trying to turn back to the house and put on her shoes, only to hear a commotion from the kitchen downstairs.

She stopped abruptly, leaned against the wall on the side of the stairs, and listened closely, Crookshank Hill apparently heard the unusual noise, the hair on his body stood on end, and the flat face showed a threatening expression, Hermione made a "shhh" gesture at it, and pointed to her room.

Crookshank Shan cleverly understood what his master meant, the flesh pads on its paws ensured that it could move freely without making any sound, and in less than half a minute, the ginger shadow flashed back to Hermione's feet, and it held a brown wand in its mouth, which was Hermione's vine wand.

She took her wand in her hand and made up her mind, her parents had been gone for a day, and it was impossible for her to return at this time, and she didn't hear the garage open.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then there was a faint sound of talking.

"You're breaking into a ...... The Witch's House, Oh God...... Look, what did you do, Papache? ”

"What can I do, the door opens on its own......"

"If you hadn't tried the crappy spell you had just learned, you wouldn't have ......"

"Chetty - you can't insult my spell, that's ......"

Not a thief, Hermione thought, she clenched her wand, the other party knew that she was a witch, she analyzed, and returned to her previous calm state.

Step by step, she quietly moved towards the staircase, if not a Muggle thief, it would most likely be a Death Eater.

Thinking of this, Hermione's heart was shocked, but how could the Death Eaters come to their home, if they had a goal, it should be Harry or other wizards first.

Hermione thought as she cautiously descended the stairs, listening intently, Crookshank Hill following at her feet.

"Okay, don't argue, we're here to pick people up." That sounds like a mature voice.

"Ah, Mr. Nils—but ......"

Hermione's heart jumped to her throat, and she leaned against the corner of the staircase and looked into the living room, where three people stood in the dimly lit hallway, their silhouettes reflected through the reflection of the street lamps outside the window.

Hermione pointed her wand at one of them, wondering if she would have a chance to win if she knocked one of them unconscious and then faced the other two wizards alone.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and another person walked in from the outside, unable to see his face clearly, but Hermione felt very familiar, which made her hesitate for a moment in the spell she was going to cast immediately.

"What are you doing? How did you get in directly? ”

Hermione's heart was beating uncontrollably, and she heard the voice, and her wand dropped involuntarily.

"Ahh The voice that spoke at first sounded, and his tone seemed a little panicked

"Papache just wanted to use a greeting spell and accidentally opened the door, you know...... That's a little trick of the Sámi...... You said you wanted to surprise Miss Hermione on the way here, so ......"

"Then I promise she'll be pleasantly surprised now that we broke her door—"

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she confirmed the familiar voice over and over again, as if she could imagine through the darkness the wry smile he had as he said this.

"Maybe I can fix that lock," said a calm voice later, "but maybe it can't be repaired after it's broken by magic, I've never been in a situation like this before." ”

He paused, then continued, "And why do we stand in the dark? ”

"Makes sense," it was Ning An's voice, "fluorescent flickering!" ”

A bright light illuminated the room, like an incandescent lamp with a high wattage that suddenly lit up, and in the moment of bright light, Hermione's gaze reconnected with Ning An, and a familiar feeling spread to her heart.

"So this is a Muggle house......" The exclamation stopped abruptly, and everyone noticed Ning An's distraction, and the girl at the top of the stairs, and the room fell into a silent silence.

"Long time no see......"

Ning An chuckled and stepped forward, Crook Mountain bared his teeth, blocking in front of his master, as if he would pounce on him at any time, scratching Ning An, Hermione's hand holding the wand was loose and tight, tight and loose, and the expression on her face was very struggling.

She wanted to turn her face away and ignore him, who let him not contact her for so long, but when she saw that longing face, how could she not help but look at it, if it weren't for the fact that there were still a few people she didn't know here, she might have to throw herself into that person's arms.

"Let's go first, we can talk slowly on the way." Ning An smiled and reached out to pull Hermione over, gently pinching her cheek, Hermione still pouted, and muttered softly like a mosquito

"My stuff is still upstairs-"

"You've packed it up?" Ning An asked in surprise.

Hermione felt that packing her luggage in advance was probably the most wrong decision, she ran upstairs without looking back, Ning An followed, smiled and helped her move the big box that had been sorted out a long time ago, and a tall man who didn't know immediately stepped forward to take the box, with a sincere smile on his face.

Hermione remembered that someone seemed to call him Papache just now, and when she came to the door, Hermione didn't care about her magically broken lock, and a tall carriage parked in front of the door attracted her full attention.

It's like the gorgeous carriage in which the princess travels in a fairy tale, the only difference is that the carriage is pulled in front of the carriage by four tall and strong reindeer.

"These deer, they can fly, we will fly all the way back to Durmstrang when the time comes," Ning An smiled as he came to Hermione's side, "You know there is no lake around your house, otherwise we can come here in Durmstrang's big boat." ”

"Hmph, fix the lock on my house first." In order not to make Ning An so proud, Hermione glanced at him angrily and muttered.