Owen did a huge amount of damage with a single blow.

Miss Granger looked unnatural in an instant.

In the battle against his eyes, he was the first to lose.

She looked away and looked unnaturally elsewhere.

Her heart was pounding, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and Hermione hurriedly covered her chest, which was like the sound of beating gongs and drums, and she was afraid that the boy next to her would hear it.

She. She's not such a casual girl.

And just as Miss Granger was about to collapse in a trance, suddenly an ethereal voice came from behind her, "Hi, Owen. Luna floated lightly like a flower.

"I considered your proposal for a moment." She said.

"Huh?" Miss Granger, whose eyes were flashed by a bright light, came to her senses in a second, her ears became silent, and she saw Luna walking towards Harry again.

The two talked to each other unnaturally, and finally, after Harry breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed expression, Ron's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Humph!" Granger was instantly full of blood, her eyes narrowed, her face was calm as usual, but her tone said with a hint of mockery, "Not necessarily! ”

Suddenly, the offensive was blocked, which surprised Owen a little, and he thought he had taken the other side down.

Well, let's analyze the situation of the war.

Ten seconds ago, he was still in control, and ten seconds later, he was in a rout, and the variable in this was naturally Luna, who had just come over.

Is it because of Luna? Miss Granger is jealous?

No, you can't!

Her relationship with Luna, she knows best, because Luna and Ginny are good friends, and Ginny and Hermione wear the same dress, and the transmission of other things between girls may not be very smooth, but the gossip is definitely direct.

So the reason must be something else.

Knock!

It's a hassle - what to do if you don't have enough heads!

The next moment, a dangerous glint flashed in Owen's eyes. Then he quickly got to his feet, and then, in the shocked eyes of the crowd, he took Miss Granger's hand.

Pulled her up violently.

Sure enough—the minds of geniuses, love wars, still don't suit him well.

Whose Dark Lord is still in love! Isn't that all about taking the princess away and enjoying it for yourself?

"What are you doing!" The little witch panicked.

She struggled to make eye contact with Owen's fiery eyes.

And then—before she could hear anything, Owen posted it.

Then for a moment of her stunnedness, her lips and teeth collided.

"Wow!!"

In an instant, Gryffindor's long table exploded, and the twins whistled wildly.

George even had time to reach out and cover Colin's eyes, "This is not what you should be looking at at your age. ”

But Colin, who was holding the camera, had subconsciously pressed the shutter of the camera he was carrying.

Although he didn't see it himself, he preserved this scene for eternity.

"Oh! Oh, my God! He should have done this a long time ago. Pulling each other is the least interesting. Not far away, Angelina turned her head and looked at the two boys and girls who were sticking together with a slightly red face.

"That's right!" Fred said loudly, and then couldn't help but wink at Angelina.

This made the girl turn her head shyly.

"Whew~~~"

The two seemed to have kissed for a long time, and the gentleness was hard to break free, but in fact, Miss Granger, from the beginning of her blank head, to the time when she came to a clear mind, took less than five seconds.

Then she pushed Owen away.

"You-"

"What's wrong with me?" Feeling the fragrance between his lips, Owen looked at her with some triumph. Sure enough, I should have gone straight to A a long time ago.

Simple and rough, where to use it for so long.

The girl's face was flushed, and her long eyelashes trembled as she looked at him.

At his feet was the textbook that had been scattered for the third time.

This time, though, they landed on the ground like celebratory ribbons.

"I don't think it's enough."

The next moment, Owen stood up to Hermione's exclamation, he held her arm tightly, and then walked quickly and firmly towards the exit of the auditorium.

Behind him, there was a warm cheer and whistle.

As if he had won, Owen rushed out with his head held high - he couldn't wait.

By this time, the sky outside had gradually darkened. The rolling clouds in the sky seemed to have a sense of oppression, making the whole environment seem a little dull.

They walked out of the auditorium, out of the courtyard, and along the wooden bridge of the Heng Shan Stream. Stepping through the snow and over the ridges, we finally came to the edge of the Black Lake.

On the shores of the Black Lake, there is a huge oak tree. The trunk of this tree is so thick that it takes several people to work together to encircle it.

Stopped in front of a large, thick oak tree surrounded by several people.

Then he stretched out his wand, and suddenly the oak tree stretched out like a ladder, and he took the girl's hand and stood up with her.

Then the branch quickly rose and returned to its original position.

Owen and Hermione sat on the trunk.

I love staying here. He said.

"For... Why? Miss Granger asked a little sluggishly, her face already burning red, and the cold wind that had just blown in the mountains did not sober her, but made her more intoxicated, like a drunken person.

"Because—" He pointed into the distance.

From this vantage point, you can see the Black Lake in the distance and the Hogsmeade village not far from the Black Lake. In the distance, you can see the railroad leading to the sky, as if it were leading to heaven, connecting with the clouds.

"From here I can see the way through." He said, pointing to the tracks.

"I've often wondered if a person has been through the world, hasn't been on a train over that railroad, hasn't had magic, hasn't loved Hogwarts, then—what's the point of all this?"

Owen's expression gradually calmed down, and he held Granger's hand, and relaxed slightly.

"I've crossed that path countless times, and each time I've become more determined, even with the Death Eaters against Dumbledore. I had to take the train to pass through there, I had to embrace magic without hesitation, I had to love the castle more than anyone else. Even though it is fraught with danger. ”

He blinked, and his clear eyes revealed a microwave that he had never felt before.

"But now, I think it seems like there is one more condition to be added to the above-mentioned conditions." He turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

"After all—who wouldn't love Miss Granger?" The corners of Owen's mouth rose in a beautiful arc, and his voice was gentle like the wind in the rising sun. With the scent of free flowers from the mountains, it blew into Hermione's cheeks.

"Hermione." He said, "I thought about it, how sorry it would be if I didn't see your face in the marquee before I died!" ”

He stared into the girl's brown eyes, as if gazing into her soul. He could see that the girl's expression froze, as if she had been hit by something heavy, and the originally raised smile at the corner of her mouth gradually retracted.

Those brown eyes were straight and hooked, without a trace of turning, and in the clear eyes, a lot of mist visibly floated to the naked eye, condensing on the edge of her pupils, as if they were about to turn into tears and fall.

Her nose was sore, her whole face collapsed, and she was panting heavily, as if she were questioning in pain. The eyes seemed to say, "Do you know how long I've waited for this day? ”

In the end, before the tears could welled up, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

But she was afraid, angry, aggrieved, and joyful, mixed with complex emotions, and she could only bite her lip and endure it.

Eventually, though, tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You bastard!" Miss Granger finally couldn't hold back and cursed. Then the courage that came from nowhere, the smile bloomed again at the corner of her mouth, and she leaned over and kissed Owen on the cheek.

It was the most sincere and affectionate confession.

"Hey!"

The boy replied vaguely, touching the place where he had just been kissed.

"That's it?" Before Hermione could react, he cupped her cheek and kissed her hard.

The kiss was fiery and affectionate, and Hermione's lips were cold and sweet, with the characteristic fragrance of a girl.

The little witch instinctively tried to resist, but soon, the subtle resistance faded away, and she began to respond to his kisses awkwardly, as he had done every time he taught her to practice magic.

Long.

The two of them came back to their senses from a state of self-forgetfulness.

"Whew~~~" She gasped, her heart had never beaten so fast, and then she smiled with relief.

"Miss Granger." Owen looked at her flushed face, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You premeditated!" He smacked, "It's mint." ”

"You ......," Miss Granger glared at him, her face flushing even more. What a bastard you are! She said.

"So what, who made you like a bastard."

"Who likes it." She said, muttering, in a voice that she could hear, "You sent a bracelet to Luna, and I ......"

She wanted to continue, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Owen pinching his face.

"Miss Granger." He looked at Hermione's red lips and couldn't help but reach out his fingers and touch them gently. "I thought it was."

"It's just a bracelet, and I—I've given you my heart, it's more valuable than anything else."

Hearing this, Hermione's crimson face became even hotter. She lowered her head, and even the cute silly hair on the top of her head hung down as if she had lost her lustre.

After a moment, Hermione looked up again, her hot face a little more serious, "Owen." ”

She said, "I have a question I've been wanting to ask you. ”

"What's the problem?"

"What do you like about me?" In her eyes, there was puzzlement written in it. "I'm not that pretty, I'm not gentle enough, there are so many girls in the castle who like you"

The boy squeezed the girl's hand, and said with a twinkle in his eyes, "They're not like you, Miss Granger. ”

"What's the difference?" She asked shyly.

The boy smiled and said, "They're all wizards, and you're not." ”

“？” Hermione looked at him puzzled.

"In the castle, there are many young wizards from Muggle families, but without exception, they all choose to integrate into this decaying wizarding world, I often wonder why there is no psychological resistance when they integrate into this magical world of reproductive isolation?

Is it just magic?

You know? Miss Granger, they shouldn't have fallen for themselves. They shouldn't.

That's the biggest difference between you and them, and even Dumbledore is not as good as you in this regard.

You are doing your best, doing whatever you can, changing this dilapidated world little by little.

I've been here, I've tried to change, I've never regretted it – that's what I appreciate about you the most. Owen said calmly.

On the side, Hermione looked at him, a little surprised, she never thought she could hear such words from Owen's mouth, "Do you really think so?" ”

"Of course." He said.

"How long have we known each other?" She asked suddenly.

"Well—probably a million words!" Owen teased.

"What?"

"I mean, uh- years."

Hermione nodded, "Many years?" She didn't pay attention to Owen's suddenly old-fashioned tone, "How do I feel like I just met you today." ”

Miss Granger blinked and looked at him affectionately.

"Then you're going to have to pay more attention to me." Owen quipped, "There's no bride who doesn't know the groom." ”

"Who's going to be your bride?" Hermione said coquettishly.

"Do you still want to marry someone else?" He pulled hard, and the girl fell into his arms. "You're mine, Miss Granger. I even figured out what our children's names were. ”

"You ......" she looked at him, her brown eyes marked big—shy.

"Call me Hermione."

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From this day onwards.

The little wizards discovered that there was a perfect combination in the castle.

The two men would often walk around the castle holding hands, and although they would deliberately avoid the crowds, they would sometimes bump into other young wizards - of course, this was not the beginning of the rumors, and the castle was full of stories of them being together from the time the two kissed in public.

Speaking of which, in fact, love is not an unusual thing at Hogwarts.

There are many wizarding couples who are in a relationship within school and eventually get married and have children.

Some couples even get engaged in the sixth or seventh grade.

There are quite a few students who are boyfriend and girlfriend, and go around the castle dating, kissing, and doing things that are not allowed to be written.

Think of Harry, his mother gave birth to him when she was twenty.

In this respect, Hogwarts can be called chaos.

Every night after eight o'clock, you can walk casually into the remote corridor or classroom, and you can meet several couples.

Every once in a while, Snape would catch several pairs, and then a storm of punishment would follow.

Of course, neither Harry nor the others thought he was jealous.

Only Owen understood, and while it was true that the gloomy prince had a perverted part of his heart, he was tormented.

It's self-torture.

But none of this has anything to do with them.

On the weekend before the last week of December.

Owen and Hermione weren't at the castle all day.

The two of them followed the ridge from the path that led to Hagrid, to the Owl Tower, then to the Screaming Shack, and finally to the village of Hogsmeade.

One by one, they walked through.

I have already walked through a place countless times, but this time I have a different feeling when I pass by.

Unlike ordinary couples, who talk about everything hotly, as if the two can become one, Owen and Hermione are more of a gentle, companionship emotion, and the two are silent most of the time, even if they talk, it is a castle-related topic.

Or about the chess game.

Until you enter the village of Hogsmeade.

Christmas is coming.

The two of them walked along the main road, which was difficult because the snow on the road was thick, and each step was quite strenuous.

And there was light snow in the sky again. The snow was a little cold on the back of her hand, but Hermione didn't want to break free from the glove-like warmth - Owen was holding her hand.

After a few steps, the two stopped in front of the Devis Bans shop, a shop that specializes in selling a variety of magical supplies, including speculums, and also offers repair services for magical supplies.

Every Christmas, Owen is always bored with choosing Christmas presents. But this year he didn't have to go through this alone, because Hermione had Hermione by his side to choose with him.

The two of them wandered from the Deves and Bans store to the Wizard Costume Store, the Literati Quill Shop, and even Jokowi's Magic Joke Shop, where Christmas presents could be bought throughout Hogsmeade Village. Large bags and small bags were stuffed into Owen's sleeves, and the pockets where he cast the Infinite Stretch Spell.

This spell is really handy.

It's what happens if you cast the Infinite Stretch Spell again in the space where the Infinite Stretch Spell has been cast.

Eventually, he and Hermione stopped at Lady Paddev's teahouse.

"Lady Padiv's teahouse?" Hermione repeated in a whisper.

The little wizards of Hogwarts, who wouldn't know that Lady Padiff's teahouse? As a mecca for dating, it is in this small teahouse that generations of men and women have established relationships and finally come together.

Originally, it was just a cramped teahouse, full of wizards' architectural ideas, everything was laid out horizontally, and it was all decorated with cheesy lace, even on the small round table.

The small shop is on a street corner on the main road.

The shopkeeper used a very strange ornament as a Valentine's Day decoration, and from time to time there were golden fat angels throwing candy at people.

It's full of magic.

But now, it's a whole new place. The cramped storefront has become much taller, and the old décor has been renewed. Not only that, but many new services and experiences have been added to the teahouse.

But let Owen say that sometimes it's a good thing to be cramped and cramped, depending on what you're doing it.

Crossing the road, the two entered the teahouse one after the other.

There was a sweet scent in the air.

Floor-to-ceiling windows let in great light, while the glass is one-way to ensure that no one from outside can see the view inside. Christmas decorations are all over the teahouse, making it extra warm and lively.

The teahouse is divided into three floors, each corresponding to a different decoration style. The first floor still retains the color scheme of the original teahouse, and the fog is so misty that everything seems to be decorated with frills or bows, and the pink petals fall one by one, giving everything here an ambiguous tone.

The two sat down at one of the remaining round tables, next to the foggy window.

Next to them was a large Christmas tree, and through the gaps in the leaves, a fifth-grader Hufflepuff boy could be seen holding hands with a beautiful blonde.

Hermione was very uncomfortable, but Owen beckoned as if he was familiar.

Two cups of flower tea floated over each of them on the counter.

"What do you want?" At this time, a middle-aged woman with fat body and shiny black hair in a bun struggled to squeeze between the two tables.

"Oh! It's you! Irving. Lady Padiv smiled kindly, "This is—oh! Oh, my God! You're Miss Granger. ”

She looked at Hermione in shock, then kept her eyes on Owen and Hermione. "You two—"

"You two—" She said halfway, but stopped abruptly. Owen winked at her, and Lady Pardiff immediately understood.

Side.

In a few moments, two small cakes floated in front of them, along with saucers, knives and forks. Hermione's cheeks were flushed and so cute, like a ripe apple, that you couldn't help but want to take a bite.

She involuntarily raised her head from time to time, glanced at Owen secretly, and then quickly lowered her head, holding the teacup with both hands and wanting to take a sip of tea. But she forgot the temperature of the tea, and she screamed 'oops' when she was burned to the tip of her tongue, and in a panic, the tea fell on her finger and burned red.

Seeing this, Owen caressed his palm, and Hermione only felt that the burning sensation in her hand was instantly replaced by a watery coolness, and then the slow temperature became lower, and the pain in her fingers was dissipated in just a few seconds.

Then the boy took advantage of the situation and covered her hand.

"Why are you so nervous!" Owen whispered.

Hermione trembled slightly, as if she wanted to withdraw her hand, but immediately stopped, her face redder than before, redder than ever.

Hermione looked at Owen with a confused look in her eyes, the sweet scent of the air almost stopping her head.

She saw Owen approaching, and they went from sitting across from sitting across from each other to snuggling together.

Hermione's body trembled slightly, and although it wasn't the first time she had shaken Owen's hand, it still gave her a strange electric shock.

She didn't know when the boy had come into her heart, and all the girl could know was that she didn't seem to have the means to forget him.

Even if Owen was already very close.

But deep in her heart, she still hoped that this distance could be closer, closer.

Owen sat next to her, quietly watching her, and the sight was interesting, especially as he watched the girl's face turn red, burning from her neck to the base of her ears.

It's not like Hermione at all.

That heroic girl rarely showed such an expression.

Looking at Hermione like this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

Then the lips kissed her cheek, and she—it was so cute.

Hermione's heart was pounding, her palms were covered with sweat, and she had no strength at all.

"It's getting cooked, Miss Granger."

(End of chapter)