Even though Professor Bryan was a good talker, Hermione still felt that Angelina's question was a bit too bold, and she pursed her lips in fear, ready to meet Professor Bryan's 'Thunder Fury', but Angelina dared to ask,

"Those two Ravenclaw students just now are beautiful, aren't they, they're very popular in the academy, and since you don't have a girlfriend, why don't you try it?"

"I'm a professor--"

Amosta said with a dark face,

"Do you want me to be ruined, Miss Johnson?"

"Oh, I don't think it's a big deal--"

Angelina's words were as aggressive as her Quidditch style, and since Professor Bryan didn't immediately get angry and yelled at them, it meant that he didn't particularly mind talking to the little wizards about this topic, in that case, Angelina looked up and asked with a grin,

"Love shouldn't be about status and status, isn't it, and besides, they're adults, they know what they're doing, and they can take responsibility for their actions."

Love –

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched, it was the first time he had discussed such a topic with the young wizard at school.

"You're right, Miss Johnson--"

Professor Bryan looked a little helpless, but he reluctantly returned to the question,

"Identity and status should not be an obstacle to love, but. I also have a choice, don't I, to put it mildly, if anyone takes a few minutes to write me a love letter, I'll have to recognize her as my girlfriend, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything for the rest of my life-"

This is an obvious question, everyone knows, Angelina is just looking for fun when she asks it, but she still asks reluctantly,

"So what kind of girl would you choose as your girlfriend?"

Angelina blinked with interest,

"You're the best wizard I've ever met, and maybe you don't know, many senior witches are guessing what kind of girl you like!"

It was so strange to discuss this kind of question with Professor Blaine, Hermione kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look Professor Blaine in the eyes, but when she heard Angelina's question, she couldn't help but prick up her ears, this is indeed a very curious question!

"What kind of girl do I like--"

Amosta let go, and he looked at the flames on the torches hanging on the wall, and for a moment he lost his mind.

What kind of girls do you like?

Seriously, he really hadn't thought about it for years. Ever since he left Grandma Felena and left the Muggle orphanage to enter the wizarding world, he had been at Hogwarts for all the years he had been trembling and focused all his energy on improving his magical skills.

In the first two years of graduating, he was eager to see the wider wizarding world and improve the living standards of the poor children in the orphanage. And when his strength has reached a level, and he was designed by Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts, and then, one thing after another, one thing after another, has never been broken, and at the same time, he has to think about some changes in the future.

When he thought about it, he seemed to have barely thought about it.

Amosta, who had been inadvertently moved, was in a trance, he wasn't sure how long he had been in a daze, but when he came back to his senses, even Hermione, who was shy enough to discuss the issue, looked up at him in surprise.

Looking at the two little wizards who were still a head shorter than themselves, Amosta laughed,

"I don't think there's a clear standard—"

"There's no standard, but—"

Angelina said confusedly,

"There's always a standard, isn't it, for example, most boys in school like pretty, cute girls--"

Pretty, cute--

Hermione pursed her lips, feeling traumatized.

"Ah, of course, there's no one who doesn't like pretty and cute girls--"

Professor Blaine said frankly,

"But it's the nature of male creatures, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with love, if it were me, I might value the lady who can resonate with my soul more--"

"Soul resonance?"

"That's it. Well, there are common topics, common pursuits, this is the most basic, Miss Johnson, you know, love itself is a very wonderful thing, it makes no sense, there is no language to describe it precisely, there is no standard to measure——"

Amosta smiled

"Anyway, my idea is that it's better to have a lack than to have too much - it takes luck to find a lady who can resonate with me, and until then, I'd rather put all my energy into improving my magic, and I don't want to find a partner with the idea that someone has to have a partner. That's just a waste of time and energy. ”

Invisibly, as if a bolt of lightning struck Hermione, she looked at Professor Brian with a dull expression, and in an instant, countless thoughts poured out of her mind, and her heart was quickly filled with these thoughts.

Professor Bryan's notion is indeed very reasonable, isn't it?

Even Angelina nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright--"

Professor Bryan had just gotten into the forbidden area and got the dust on his robe, and he said in a relaxed tone, "That's the end of this topic, you two, I haven't eaten for the night, I need to get myself something to eat first, and you can go about your own business--"

Angelina turned and walked back to the library, she was also a student in Professor Brian's PE class, and she had to find some materials to complete the homework left over from last night's PE class, but Hermione didn't take two steps until Angelina walked into the library.

"Anything else you'd like to talk to me about?"

Hermione was still hesitant to ask the question, but Amosta had sensed that Hermione probably had something to talk to him about alone, so she simply stopped her.

Hermione was taken aback, and her inner hesitation was even worse, but Professor Bryan's calm gaze gave her courage, and she took a deep breath, turned around, and nodded.

"Hmm-"

Professor Bryan snorted undeniably, knowing that Hermione definitely didn't want to discuss 'love' with him again, probably something important, he looked left and right, beckoned Hermione to follow, and led her to a dusty hallway.

There was a smell of corruption in the air, and the stone sculptures on both sides of the hallway looked eerie against the dark background, and Hermione shrunk her neck in fear, not daring to let her eyes wander anymore.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

Amosta asked, resting in a beam of moonlight that had spilled into the castle.

"Well, there's something—"

Hermione said hesitantly,

"You mentioned in Professor Moody's class today that there is a kind of magic that protects against the attacks of mental spells, and has a protective effect on the unforgivable curse, but you forgot to say-"

"Oh!"

Amosta patted his head, and his tone was apologetic,

"I'm sorry, I did forget, but—"

Halfway through his words, Amosta's eyes wandered, and the corners of his lips smiled,

"But I guess you won't come to me just for this, it's okay, let's be honest, what exactly do you want to ask?"

Hermione didn't think that her clumsy excuse could fool Professor Blaine, but she didn't expect Professor Blaine to poke her directly, and for a while, she didn't know how to speak, but fortunately, Professor Blaine was very patient, he didn't open his mouth to urge, and waited patiently.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I'm—"

Hermione hugged her bag tightly, lowered her head in shame, and asked in an almost whispered voice for a while,

"Actually, I'd like to ask if there's a way that you're willing to accept those little wizards who have given up on physical education, I mean, give them another chance."

Silence ensued, and in the oppressive silence, Hermione, blushing and ashamed, lowered her head so low that the tip of her chin almost touched her chest.

"For Mr. Ron Weasley?"

After a long time, Amosta asked with a calm smile.

(End of chapter)