All things are three at Hogwarts

Hermione and Allen were the only two people in the library late at night. Tomorrow was the day to go to Hogsmeade, and the excited little wizards had already gone back to prepare their bags.

Allen put down the Curse You Don't Know in his hand and looked thoughtfully at Hermione's slightly sunken eyes and dark circles.

She looked exhausted and exhausted.

"You and Harry and the others are at odds." Alan said firmly.

Hermione scratched her head anxiously, "How should I put it, Ron has always been awkward lately."

Hermione glanced at Alan and suppressed the bad things Ron said about Alan.

But what kind of person is Allen? Seeing Hermione's tangled expression, you knew it must have something to do with him.

Allen smiled and continued, "What about Harry?"

"Wood is almost going crazy. I drag him to train every day." Hermione suddenly felt as if she had revealed Gryffindor's secret and stopped talking.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Alan looked at the messy table, at the long paper on arithmetic that was still wet with ink, at the longer Muggle Studies paper on Muggle travel tools, and at the topic Hermione was immersed in studying. Nigerian translation.

"Are you going to finish all this homework tonight?" Allen picked up a very complicated digital chart.

"Well, I want to finish all my homework before the holidays." Hermione bit her pen unconsciously, looking pitiful and cute at the same time.

"Maybe we can complete part of it together." Allen blinked and picked up the rune information from Hermione.

In the quiet library, there were only two people talking and the rustling of pen tips.

At the time when the library should have been closed, Mrs. Pince snuggled up on the bench and fell asleep. Allen used his wand to direct a thick cloak to cover her body silently.

What he didn't know was that Mrs. Pince's fingers moved slightly under the cloak.

"Arithmetic is so wonderful. Tomorrow, oh no, today, we will have a pleasant and exciting day." Hermione stretched contentedly.

Allen rubbed his temples and looked at the parchment stacked high next to him in disbelief. They had actually completed all their homework!

With his help, Hermione had been fighting until late at night. One can imagine how Hermione endured exhaustion and loneliness alone to complete her study tasks in normal times.

No wonder her face was so pale and as haggard as Professor Lupine.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade today? Why not take a good rest in the dormitory." Allen felt that Hermione needed a sufficient sleep.

"No, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester. I must go." Hermione is still a young witch after all, and she still yearns for the lively and magical Hogsmeade.

"As far as I know, Harry did not get the guardian's permission. So, are you going by yourself?" Alan asked.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter!" In such a late night, Hermione's slightly trembling voice contained a hint of vulnerability.

"Hermione," Allen suddenly said seriously. Hermione heard the sound and looked at Allen.

The emotion in Ellen's light blue eyes made her heart pound. Was it what she imagined?

"Hermione, if you regard me as a friend, you will find that I am a very good travel companion." Allen looked at Hermione seriously, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Okay." Hermione agreed simply. Allen's words were not what she imagined. She felt disappointed, but also felt much more relaxed.

"We can buy all our Christmas stuff there!" said Hermione. "My parents love those Buttercup Mints from Honeydukes!"

Hermione noticed that in the dim light of the library, Allen's long and narrow shadow fell slantly on the ground. In such a cold winter night, the way he smiled and nodded seemed particularly warm.

"Ah, it's already so late, why are you still in the library? Go back, go back, the library is closed!" Mrs. Pince stood up from the bench, picked up the feather duster standing on the ground, and waved it menacingly .

But Allen was not afraid at all. He and Hermione quickly packed up the things on the long table, put the books and materials back to their original places, and then politely said goodbye to Mrs. Pince, who had her hands on her waist.

Hermione said goodbye to Allen and returned to the dormitory. After washing, she did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, she rummaged in her cabinet for a long time with the help of the light of her wand.

After placing some bottles and cans on the bedside table and ironing a few clothes neatly, Hermione returned to the comfortable and soft bed with a satisfied smile.

Hermione tossed and turned in bed. In the library, Alan's words and deeds kept turning over and over in her mind.

After struggling for a long time, Hermione fell asleep with a sweet smile.

On this snowy morning, the castle was quiet, but Hermione, who had fallen asleep late at night, was the first to wake up.

Allen stood alone on the marble stairs leading to the foyer. The little wizards passing by greeted Allen one after another. Allen showed no impatience and smiled and nodded to them.

Harry and Ron, who were wrapped in cloaks and scarves, also came over. Ron looked at Harry and Allen expressionlessly and said hello without saying a word.

Just as Harry was saying goodbye to Ron and Alan, hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor.

The three of them looked in the direction of the sound.

Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise; Ron looked blank, his eyes unblinking; Alan's eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face became softer.

It was Hermione, a completely different Hermione than usual.

Her long, fluffy, messy curly hair that she usually wears loosely is neatly tied on top of her head. She is not wearing a heavy winter coat, but a slim-fitting lavender woolen coat. The snow-white fur collar makes her palm-sized face appear smaller. Extraordinarily refined.

She didn't know what was applied to her face, making it look fair and delicate.

And somehow, her temperament was different, maybe just because she had removed the more than twenty thick books she usually carried on her body.

She also smiled and looked at Allen with a shy expression.

Harry really didn't understand how he hadn't noticed how beautiful Hermione was before.

Ron on the side was in a trance, completely frozen on the spot.

After Hermione said hello to Harry, she walked towards Alan, her steps were quite elegant.

Alan said goodbye to Harry again in a gentlemanly manner, and took Hermione with him to the entrance hall guarded by Filch.

Ron suddenly slapped the railing beside him hard, muttered, and left Hogwarts under Filch's dissatisfied eyes.