The rose stuffed in the snack box was a real flower, and the person who gave it to Hermione had apparently done some magic to it, each of the pink petals was delicate, and the streamer on it glittered like a string of morning beads.

There's no girl who doesn't love beautiful flowers.

Looking at Hermione, who put the rose under her nose and sniffed lightly, with a happy smile, she seemed to love it very much, and Ron chirped her lips, and her heart was mixed.

As he had anticipated after Hermione became a Warrior, Hermione's fame was no longer confined to Hogwarts, and all wizards who followed the Triwizard Tournament knew about Hermione Granger.

People were amazed by her intelligence and bravery in her first match.

Because of the competitive nature of the tournament, Hermione was especially supported by the inhabitants of the British wizarding community for her wonderful performances in the tournament, such as the proprietor of the Three Broomsticks, Lady Romestadt, who immediately offered butterbeer to the three of them with a warm smile when she saw Hermione enter.

A flash of gloom flashed in Ron's eyes.

The autumn Zhang that Harry liked was taken away by Cedric in Hufflepuff, so. What about him?

Taking a deep breath, Ron struggled to overcome the bitterness in his heart, no matter what, Hermione said that they would be good friends for life, so he should be happy that his friend had become better and more popular, right?

The smile on Hermione's face also infected Harry, who, like Ron, didn't want the bitterness in his heart to affect Hermione at this moment, he threw Cedric's stupid face out of his mind, and was about to say something to Hermione, when suddenly, something happened.

The pink rose that Hermione had given him from the fans in front of hermione, the petals suddenly flashed on the rhizome, and the wisp of different color disappeared when it touched Hermione's fingers, and it appeared and disappeared so quickly that Hermione, who was admiring it, thought it was just her own illusion.

Then, the rose's delicate stamens trembled slightly, and a breeze appeared out of thin air under Hermione's nose, and then, the brilliant petals lost their color—withered—and deserted at a speed visible to the naked eye

Before the three of them could react, the pink rose had turned into a pile of ashes, falling down in a flutter, and after falling to the ground, it was completely disappeared with the dust.

The silence caused by the stunned lasted for dozens of seconds, and Ron, who was leaning back in his chair, sat up straight unconsciously, he stared at Hermione's still stiff fingers, his mouth open,

"It's a prank, isn't it?"

"Maybe so—"

Harry blinked blankly, he saw the loss flashing in Hermione's eyes, and after thinking about it, he hesitated and said,

"But I think. Well, this flower looks like it's magically conjured, maybe, it's just that the magic doesn't work, and in general, what is conjured by magic will disappear quickly if it is not maintained by magic, right? ”

The explanation was more plausible and more acceptable, and Hermione's expression was noticeably much more pleasant.

"It seems that it is—"

Hermione patted some of the ashes left on her hand, glanced over the snack box on the table, and smiled, "It finally lasted until I saw it--"

The slight unpleasantness was over, but Hermione lost interest in staying here.

As Harry had said before, they still had a paper to deal with with Professor Brian, and finding a way to survive underwater was always the most important thing at the moment, and with only a month to go until the second game, Hermione couldn't fully relax without a day of implementation.

"Let's go--"

Hermione stood up, wrapped in her scarf and cloak, and said as she packed up her snack box,

"We can go to the library and do our homework first, and I guess Professor Bryan's paper will take at least half a day, and then we'll go to the gym classroom and practice with Ron to dodge the big poop. Oh, sometimes I really feel like I'm putting a little too much effort into this class--"

"You can give it up, can't you?"

Ron said with a grin as he tied his scarf into a dead knot.

"Don't be stupid, Ron--"

Hermione rolled her eyes,

"Professor Bryan is going to expel me—"

Listening to Hermione and Ron arguing, Harry couldn't help but feel better, and while his thoughts became clear, he felt a little wrong, as if he had forgotten something important.

The three of them walked out of the three broom bars one after another, and the cold but fresh air brushed their cheeks, refreshing the three of them who were a little groggy in a stuffy and bad situation.

The sun had risen to greater heights, and the pale golden rays from the canopy had dyed the ancient villages and the endless wilderness in gold, and even the invisible air seemed to have a color.

The only not-so-rosy moment was when the road on the ground became more slippery, and the three of Harry supported each other forward.

The main road in the village is still covered with a layer of stone slabs, so it is not too difficult to walk, but when you get out of the village, the mud between the fields will probably be much worse than in the morning.

Harry's eyes swept over the Duke of Honey's candy shop on the side of the road, hesitating whether to take Ron's advice that morning and return to Hogwarts through the secret passage in Duke Honey's warehouse, when a biting coldness came from Hermione's right arm.

How could Hermione's arms be so cold?!

Harry turned his head in disbelief, and at the same time, Ron, who was holding Hermione's other hand, also turned his head and looked at Hermione with a look of surprise similar to his own.

The footsteps of the three people stopped in unison.

Looking at Hermione, Harry and Ron's eyes, horror erupted like a volcano!

The color of Hermione's cheeks no longer looked like a living person at all, but more like a floating corpse soaked in water, and her brown eyes rolled up, so that the two of them saw the whites of her eyes without any anger!

Under the effect of magic, the unkempt curls on the back of Hermione's head suddenly became soft, but the problem was that her hair also floated slightly in the absence of strong wind, which made Hermione's whole body more like a corpse soaked in water!

"You-"

Harry only had time to say a word, and then—

Rumble!

On the main Hogsmeade commercial road, which seemed to be petrified, Hermione's body suddenly emerged from the inside out, showing an extremely powerful, dark storm of magic!

This powerful magic force shook the air into tangible ripples, and Harry and Ron who were swept by it flew upside down without even saying a word, and then this force spread farther into space as it swept the hole, and the pedestrians within thirty or forty feet with Hermione as the center were hit and fell backwards one after another!

Boom --

The windows on both sides of the road were shattered, and even the tiles on the eaves fell to the ground like rain.

"Ahh

After a shrill and piercing scream like a female ghost's wail, Hermione's body, which was constantly rising from black smoke, fell backwards, and the whole person fell heavily on the wet stone street, and her body twitched and shook violently!

I don't want to die.

Blue skies and white clouds dominated Hermione's blurred vision, and a tear of boundless despair slowly slipped from the corner of her eye

(End of chapter)