Hogwarts: Ravenclaw's Purple Thunderbirds

Christmas is a joyful holiday because it gives you a day off.Of the six children at Hogwarts, only Harry remained, and everyone left the academy.

"Come on, heartthrob." Hermione pulled Blakeley towards the direction of the Hogwarts Express.

"Why do you call me heartthrob?" Blakely asked curiously.

"Because many witches and wizards have been asking me for your contact information, and there are also many girls in our college who want me to help send love letters." Hermione said nonchalantly.

Only then did Blakely notice the witches and wizards around him looking at Hermione with envy and jealousy.He has never paid attention to these things. These study plans with almost no gaps left him with little energy to pay attention to anything other than study and friends.Only now did he remember that he was actually a handsome guy.

"Then thank you for helping to block them. As a thank you, I will cook a big meal for you later." Blakely said with some pride.

During this time, he deliberately learned kitchen magic from the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen.As a result, his cooking talent turned out to be surprisingly good, and now he can perfectly cook an English meal.Although the recipes in England are ridiculously thin.

"You also learned kitchen magic?" Hermione was still very surprised by this.In her impression, Blakely had already learned a lot of complicated things, yet he still had to learn these things.

"I learn things quickly, so these easy-to-learn magics can be learned in a short period of time." Blakely gently pulled Hermione up to the steps that were relatively high and not easy to reach.

Hermione nodded. Blakely's magical talent was frighteningly high. He had learned some magic before the start of school and also used many transformation methods.

The two of them chatted all the way. Only then did Blakely feel that he was a little too tired for this period of time, and only then did he relax.

Is your study plan too tight during this period?There are only spells, ancient magic, ancient runes, transfiguration, alchemy, potions and kitchen magic...

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed a bit much. It seems that you have to slow down your progress.

The two found a separate booth and sat facing each other.

Blakely skillfully took out the teapot and brewed a pot of black tea, then poured a cup for each of them.

"Speaking of which, I've been practicing kitchen magic for the past two days and made some cookies. How about you trying them?" Blakely took out some chocolate cookies from the rune library and placed them in front of Hermione.

"Gulan likes to eat this very much. Before he left, he pestered me to make more for him to take back. In the end, he brought three paper bags with him." Blakely smiled softly. He said to his friends It's nice to like your cookies.

"I think he doesn't just like cookies." Hermione smiled and picked up the cookie and took a bite. It was very fragrant. The slightly sweet aroma was not at all sweet and greasy like other cookies. The mellow chocolate and Slightly sweet biscuits with a mellow milk flavor are combined.really tasty.

"Why do you say that?" Blakely was a little curious.

"As far as I know, Gulan has very few friends. We are the only friends, and you are the only best friend." Hermione stuffed another biscuit.

"He cherishes you, Blakely. So do I." Hermione said the last words very quietly. What was the difference between him and Gu Lan?Maybe the three of them are just three lonely souls clinging to each other.

It was eerily quiet here at this time, with the only sound of the Hogwarts Express siren sounding.

"I'm honored and happy." Blakely's eyes seemed to be shining, and his tone was suppressed. "I value you too. Thank you Hermione and Gulan."

"We are very worried about your mental state. Your mental state is very abnormal." Hermione said worriedly.

Blakely was silent. He knew very well that he had a problem in his heart.

"My memory is very good. I can remember many things as early as 6 months old." Blakely's voice was very calm.

Hermione listened quietly and said nothing.

"I will never forget the determination of my parents to abandon me in the snow when I was 9 months old, and the disgust and fear in their eyes."

"I don't know how long I was in the snow. At nine months old, I could already walk on my own."

"But the baggage that was wrapped around me prevented me from moving."

"I don't remember how I was picked up by my father and brought home. I only remember the bone-chilling coldness of loneliness. And the boundless darkness that seems to never be shaken off."

"I'm afraid of the dark and being alone." Blakely took out his magic spell and looked at the exquisite willow wand.

"The willow wand is really accurate." Blakely clearly remembered the characteristics of willow.

Wicker has healing properties and is a very unusual wand wood.The ideal owner of a wicker wand is usually insecure, no matter how well they hide this shortcoming.They have good looks and are suitable for high-level silent spells, but the wicker wand chooses the most potential owners.

At this time, Blakely felt a small hand put on his head. It gently stroked his head and silently comforted him.

"Blakely, you still have us. You still have Uncle Dis. We will always be by your side." Hermione comforted Blakely softly, hoping to brush away the sadness of this strong yet weak boy.

Hermione still remembered how Gu Lan carefully and patiently instructed her at that time.Maybe the Quran is the friend who really understands you best?However, I am not worse than you.

"I'm fine, Hermione. I'll feel better after saying it for a while." Blakely returned to his gentle and peaceful look, but it gave people a more real feeling.

"How do my cookies taste? You haven't answered me yet." Blakely interrupted the topic with a smile.

"Hmm... Very delicious. The slightly sweet biscuits and chocolate are very delicious. I can eat all I want with your black tea." Hermione replied with a smile.

"Haha, my craftsmanship is still very good. It seems that I am also very talented in cooking." Blakely smiled happily and easily.

The two of them had never been so relaxed, and they happily chatted about school and magic while eating cookies.Soon, gentle and ethereal singing sounded in the carriage.Those who hear it feel as if they are in a big forest, feeling the gentle wind, and stepping on the natural fragrance to feel the embrace of the forest.Everything is so easy and free.

That was the song that Blakely's father once taught him. It was a song from the ancient forest elves, the forest of freedom.

In this way, Hermione walked towards home listening to Blakely's singing.