There were no lights in the hallway, and the only way could be seen clearly by the moonlight shining through the oval glass window.

The door lock of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was dead, and Hermione couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling as if a ghost might jump out of it at any moment and scare her.

In fact, the entire hallway was filled with this atmosphere, and the many sets of humanoid armor on either side of the column were motionless, but in the dark, I wish you could hear their breathing

"Whoop—whoa—"

A sound whispered in people's ears, Hermione never thought that this corridor of armor would be so terrifying at night.

"Buzz-buzz-"

There was a strange noise, and Laurel Lands, who was walking in front, stopped, reached into her arms, and took out her wand, and she turned to look around as if she were facing a great enemy, and Hermione also stopped, looking at the poor girl strangely.

She had a pocket speculum hanging from her neck, which was now hanging from her chest, constantly glowing and spinning, and the strange cry of "buzzing" was emitted by this speculum.

And Laurel's frightened appearance also made the atmosphere in the corridor even more eerie, she raised her wand slightly, as if there might be some evil devil hiding in every corner around her, Hermione looked at her with some pity.

Although the other party is from Slytherin, on such a day, there is no invitation from a dance partner, and the nervous is a little uneasy because of a toy speculum, which is somewhat sighing.

"Don't ...... Don't hide ......! ”

Urelle spun in circles, pointing her wand at all corners as far as her eyes could see, trying to pretend to be vicious, but the outward strength in her tone still revealed the fact that she was now terrified, but people reacted differently in fear, and the witch chose to use mania to hide her fear.

"Why hide! Come out! …… I...... I know you're right there! You can't hide it from me...... Like a man...... Come out...... I...... I'm not afraid of you! Not at all - Ning'an! ”

Hermione hesitated whether to slip past her or persuade her, but she couldn't help but shudder when she heard Laurel's last name.

Is he here?

Then he sighed suddenly, and came to his senses, he was really stupid, how could Ning An be at Hogwarts.

Although they had this speculation at the beginning of the school year, Harry lost the map of the living point, and everyone thought that Malfoy had done it under Ning An's instructions, but several people investigated for a long time and did not find any clues, and Malfoy did not expose any anomalies.

They told Dumbledore what had happened, but even Dumbledore didn't find any trace of Ning An at Hogwarts, and several of them died, maybe it was really just Malfoy's own doing.

Hermione shook her head, tonight was really annoying, whether it was the nasty Yule Ball or the place in front of me, no one wanted to be in the same hallway as a crazy witch, who knew if she would suddenly go crazy and attack herself.

Besides, this person is Laurel.

Hermione frowned, thinking of how abominable this woman used to be, no wonder she was ultimately unpopular in Slytherin or other houses, she was indeed a terrible person before.

Thinking of this, Hermione planned to go around her and go back to the Gryffindor common room, she was a little tired tonight, and now she just wanted to get some rest.

However, just as she walked past the panicked Laurel Lands, and the two passed each other, completely defenseless, the girl who was three grades above her suddenly pounced, like a large lizard catching mosquitoes and flies, and grabbed Hermione over, wrapped her left hand around her neck, and put her right hand trembling against her throat with a wand.

"Let go - damn the hell, what are you crazy about-"

Hermione struggled desperately but didn't have the strength of the crazy woman, and her left hand clamped her like a pincer, and the pointed wand against her neck, making her breathe a little uncomfortable, and it seemed that she might cast a spell at any moment.

Who knows if this madman will suddenly blow Hermione's throat to pieces.

"Hahaha-you come out! If she doesn't come out, I'll cut her neck open - you like her, right! Don't forget! I've been with you, how could I not know! ”

Laurel was still fantasizing about talking to Ning An, Hermione thought that she was probably really crazy, how could Dumbledore allow such a guy to come to school, the "buzzing" speculum was still spinning and screaming, and it was clamped between Hermione's back and Laurel's chest, flashing and flashing rapidly, causing Hermione's back to hurt.

"Take it easy, Miss Laurel, I don't think the person you're talking about is here."

Hermione tried to talk to Laurel in a calm tone as much as possible, urging her to let go of herself, first, because she didn't have time to mess around with her here, and second, because she really couldn't figure out the mind of a madman, and it was quite a scary thing to be held up by such a guy with a wand.

"Shut up, you little slut - you know what! Don't you see my speculum warning you? ”

Hermione thought to herself, what kind of madman would rely on a wizard's toy as an alarm.

She rolled her eyes and complained to herself, now that all the faculty and staff were attending the dinner on the first floor, and there were very few students who did not attend the Christmas party, how could she pray to meet two people passing by this empty hallway.

The probability is almost zero.

Do you want to spend the whole night crazy with her? A wry smile appeared on the corner of Hermione's mouth, this Christmas is really terrible.

"Hey, Laurel, I'm over here."

However, a male voice that did not belong here suddenly sounded in the corridor of the armor, and the beep of the pocket speculum reached its maximum, turning into a sharp and rapid piercing sound, Hermione froze, this strange and familiar voice was so unforgettable to her, could it be-

Laurel turned around suddenly, a red light was already close to her cheek, she subconsciously raised her hand to block it, the red light hit her wrist, the wand in her hand spun, and flew out upside down, and her whole person was also knocked to the ground by a huge force, loosening Hermione's tight choke, it was a disarming spell.

But Hermione didn't move.

She couldn't take a step, and in front of her stood the boy who was once very familiar, he was standing in the corridor, the moonlight came through the window, sprinkled on him, everything was so natural, so beautiful, like a picture that appeared in her dreams many times, yes, in her countless dreams, isn't this the scene?

However, when the dream came to life, Hermione found that she couldn't say a word, and the boy was laughing, and she watched as his mouth opened and closed, and he made a sound

"Wait a minute, I'll deal with her first—"

He gestured to Laurel, who was scrambling to grab the wand that was flying away.

Settle? What is he going to do? Is he going to do that again? No—don't, why—in front of me——!

Ning An raised her wand and aimed it at Laurel, but there was also a girl behind her, who raised her wand in a complicated manner

"Don't move...... Ning'an ...... Don't push me ......"

Hermione's eyes were red, and she tried to keep crying out of her voice, but she finally tasted that the first time she raised her wand, it was as if the five-flavor bottle had been knocked over, and bitterness, sourness, spiciness, and even a hint of sweetness of meeting again.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, she only felt that she was pitiful for Laurel who had gone crazy one second, and Hermione was already thinking that she was about to go crazy the next second, how could a person's heart contain so many emotions without exploding?

She didn't notice that in the shadows, between the two pairs of armor in the darkness in the distance, a woman with jeweled frames and curly hair had quietly pointed her wand at her.

"Don't worry, I won't kill her, just let her sleep for a while."

Ning An didn't look back, just calmly narrated, as if talking about a trivial matter.

"I repeat...... I want you to stop......! ”

Hermione cried out almost at a crushed voice, pleading in her heart

Stop, stop, I'm begging you-Ning'an-

But the person in front of him seemed to ignore the witch's wand behind him, or was he sure that the witch would not dare to make a move? Ning An did not hesitate to shine a red light from his wand

"Fainted."

"It's all petrified!"

The two of them recited the spell at the same time, and Hermione felt that her whole body had been drained by this magic, and her expression was a little dazed, and the time of a second was stretched into an hour, a day, a year, as if it would never end.

What should I do, do I want to miss a little, if he is zhua/zhu, he will be sent to Azkaban, right?

Inexplicable mixed emotions rose in my heart, I didn't want him to be sent to Azkaban, and I even wanted to shout "Run, Ning'an, run away, don't come here - why come to Hogwarts?" ”

But the "click" of a glass bottle shattering those illusions and dragging Hermione back to reality, where Laurel had been struck by a spell and was unconscious on the cold ground.

An invisible barrier rose in front of Ning An, blocking Hermione's full-body restraint spell, and in the boy's left hand, a burst of transparent smoke came out of a small broken glass bottle.

Is this a magic item? Hermione recognized it, it was the Iron Armor Charm that blocked her spell, when she was in the World Cup, it seemed that he had also used such a prop, could it be that he invented it?

Using both the Stun Charm and the Iron Armor Charm, he should have known that this guy had an unparalleled talent, and that he had always been so good at spells, shapeshifts, and even potions, and that both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had great respect for him, and praised him as the best student they had ever taught.

Not to mention Snape, who was born in Slytherin, and during that time became almost the best example for Snape to satirize the Gryffindor crowd.

Odd? Why didn't I find out at the beginning, I only felt that Ning An was praised, even happier than I was praised, although I secretly didn't have a little comparison mind, but it was often more admiration, and the joy of being buried in my heart.

"Hey—Merry Christmas, Hermione."

Ning An turned around, his wand hanging in his hand, and a smile on his face, as if he hadn't knocked someone unconscious just now, or even as if he was still a student studying here.

Hermione didn't know how to respond, and reason told her that she should hold Ning An and find a way to inform Mr. Dumbledore, and inform the other professors.

But there is an impulse in my heart, constantly instigating, let him run, no matter what it is here for, there are so many principals and professors of magic schools here, he will be imprisoned in Azkaban, let him run, run away, and never come back.

"I didn't want to come out, but the way she looked, she held you hostage, so I had to come out."

Ning An squatted xia/shenzi, took out a delicate transparent glass bottle from his arms, and said to himself:

"I didn't expect the speculum to be so effective, I did have something to do with Laurel, but don't worry, it won't hurt her, she's really stupid, I don't care, but she's made herself like this-"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Hermione interrupted Ning An coldly, she didn't want to hear it, why, why could he still say this to himself calmly as usual, did he still treat her as a friend? Will they be able to continue to be friends, or even further afield?

Hermione didn't know, her mind was messed up, Ning An's appearance was so sudden that she didn't even have the slightest preparation, she had countless ideas, every day and night for more than a year, even the craziest ideas had appeared, but they were quickly and ruthlessly rejected by reason.

But when the other party really appeared, Hermione realized that her brain was blank.

They are not the children they were at the beginning, they have grown up, they have different thoughts, they understand more, and they take more into account, Hermione's heart is like a mess, and her big brown eyes are bright, looking at Ning An with complex and incomprehensible eyes.

It's just him, but to this boy, she can't do anything, all the wit, all the intelligence is gone, if there is a book called "How to Understand Ning'an", then Hermione is willing to give up everything to memorize it first, and study it thoroughly, but unfortunately there will never be such a book in this world.

"Well, I'm going to take some of her blood, don't worry, it's not going to drain anything, you see, it's just this vial."

Ning An was stunned for a moment, then continued to explain, while holding up the small bottle and showing it to Hermione.

"Do you think I'll allow you to do something like this in front of me? Ning'an? - Are you crazy? - Did you know this is Hogwarts? Professor Dumbledore: They're in the first-floor auditorium right now! ”

Hermione's tone was hurried, she didn't shout out in a forced voice, she didn't know why, she should have shouted loudly, attracting the other students, ghosts, and portraits.

"yes, they're celebrating Christmas on the ground floor, that's why I'm here."

Ning An smiled and answered her as a matter of course.

"What the hell do you want to do, are you so sure I won't do anything to you? Ning'an? ”

Hermione raised her wand tremblingly and pointed it at the still grinning boy in front of her, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

Ning An also lost his smile and looked at the girl who pointed the wand at him without saying a word.

After a minute of silence, he said sincerely:

"You might come to me, Hermione? Become someone on my side? ”js3v3

(Tianjin)