Alms......

When Hermione mentioned the word, Connor was stunned.

Is this almsgiving?

Seriously, he doesn't think so.

"Why do you think this way?"

"Because you've done a lot, but I haven't even had a chance to say thank you."

Hermione whispered.

"Ah......h

"The night before yesterday. You saved us, but the last people to appear in front of us were Isobel and Headmaster Dumbledore, and the next day, even though they wanted to look for you, you disappeared all day. ”

“……”

Vaguely sensing the uneasiness in Hermione's words, Connor pursed his lips as well.

"If you think about it, it seems that I don't have the ability or opportunity to reach you."

“……”

"The so-called 'friend' seems to be more like a handout you gave me unilaterally, I just benefited from this status, but I didn't have the opportunity to do anything for this relationship."

"But you're my friend, and I've only been helping out with what I've done before, and I don't want to ask you for anything in return."

Connor whispered.

"I never thought about it, for me it was just a gesture."

That's Connor's heart, and he really just did it.

However, these words of comfort, which were supposed to be used as comfort, did not reassure Hermione, and her expression became more uneasy.

The little face became more and more pale, and the words converged, and finally condensed into a lament:

"Yes, this is really just a gesture for you, and while neither Isobel nor Headmaster Dumbledore said anything, I can see that fighting off the werewolves won't be a hassle for you...... That's something we can't do. ”

"These can actually be ......"

"You are so dazzling, so dazzling that others feel jealous and weak...... During this time, even those people in Slytherin don't dare trouble you in person. ”

Hermione just clutched her forehead.

She knew that her feelings were by no means positive, and it was more like spitting bitterness than the kind of corrections and accusations she habitually gave to her classmates.

And the source of this distress is all because of herself.

All she was doing now was pouring out this anguish on him.

"I feel very tired and uneasy, I don't know how to get along with you, and I don't know how to face you."

Maybe she shouldn't have done such a thing at all.

Reason had always kept Hermione in her ability to think clearly, and because of that, she didn't even dare to look at him head-on now.

"I can barely see Isobel's back, but I can't catch your trajectory at all."

“……”

Connor was silent.

He was thinking about it, re-examining what he had done.

He thought he had been fine.

If he likes to make friends, he goes out into contact with others, and while he doesn't have a social terrorist like a social terrorist, he thinks he has a lot of friends in Hufflepuff.

Many people were willing to listen to him, even if he opened a cram school in the first grade, he was able to make it a grand occasion for all members to come and observe.

However, Hermione's words woke him up.

"That's ......"

Connor couldn't help but sigh.

And this sigh brought the pent-up uneasiness in Hermione's heart to the top.

She knew that what she was doing might not be right, and it made her feel guilty.

She is the beneficiary, the one who is helped, so what right to complain now?

"I'm sorry for hearing so many unnecessary things, I shouldn't have said this."

At this moment, Hermione didn't dare to make eye contact with Connor.

She just lowered her head and covered her face, and the uneasiness and remorse surging in her heart even wanted her to leave here directly.

But before she could get up, Connor spoke:

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't think about it that much before...... I'm the one who should say I'm sorry. ”

After coming to his senses, Connor whispered.

"It's me who ignores it, and sometimes I don't think about things that I take for granted can offend your pride."

"No, it's actually my ......"

"But even so, I still want to consider you a friend."

“…… Do you really think so? ”

Swallowing back what she had meant to say, Hermione couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Hmm."

"Even if I didn't see you on the day you got sick?"

"Hmm."

"Even after that, I didn't take the initiative to talk to you about those things."

"Hmm."

"Even if I never managed to help you?"

"Hmm...... There's always a chance in the future, isn't it, maybe I'll need your help somewhere. ”

“…… Truly. ”

Hermione smiled wryly.

She didn't even know what kind of expression she should put on now.

After all, what is this conversation?

Why?

What is the purpose?

She found that none of this was very clear, as if it were just a pure complaint.

"I'll have to study hard, at least not too far from you and Isobel."

"Of course, we can actually consider taking the top three in the grade."

Connor wasn't talking nonsense, it was totally doable.

"Good...... But you and Isobel need to be careful, or I might steal your place. ”

Then, the two looked at each other without saying a word.

Hermione looked like she was about to get up, but sat down anyway.

"Besides, that's what I said earlier."

"What?"

"I didn't see you when you got sick the next day."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

"I was going to go to the school hospital that day, but Weasley and Harry quickly got together with Neville and went to visit you with your classmates, so I wasn't with them, and at noon, I wanted to see you at the school hospital, but Madam Pomfrey said you went to St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Well, I'm going with the Headmaster, and if you're worried about something, there's no need, after all, Neville and they haven't been able to see me."

"And after that, I didn't see you in the auditorium the next day, and you didn't seem to have come for breakfast."

“…… Because our Hufflepuff bedroom is so close to the kitchen, Ernie had taken a lot of biscuits and snacks from the kitchen, and we have eaten them now. ”

“…… Then on the third day, when I saw you in class, you seemed to have become the focus of my classmates, and I didn't know whether to talk to you or not, and it turned out to be like this. ”

After a long sigh of relief, Hermione's face finally showed a smile.

"That's what I've always wanted to say, so I'll go read a book."

Picking up the book again, she walked over to Mrs. Pince, staring at her small figure, but Connor thought about it but did not stop her.

What to say?

Bad luck?

Or is she too self-respecting and sensitive?

The same thing would not have been a problem with Neville, who until now had been able to play with them without any disobedience.

Even Ron and Harry were the same, but Hermione couldn't.

"Is this a girl?"

Connor couldn't help but scratch his head.