HP: Embrace the Darkness

As if she was well prepared, Hermione rushed in, grabbed Harry, and ran away. The book in the sky was pulled by the magic she manipulated and left behind them.

The little lion who had something good to do didn't take it too seriously. He waved wildly to call his friends, got up and chased the strange savior and Hermione.

Hermione pulled Harry and ran quickly down the corridor, going down stairs, turning around, and turning around without hesitation at every step, as if she had walked this road thousands of times and knew it by heart.

Passing by a corridor full of armors, she changed direction without warning, pulled Harry into an empty classroom, and the books flew in. Then she closed the door and locked it, all in one go.

Harry panted and leaned against the wall, looking at Hermione who was also panting and leaning against the door, feeling puzzled.

"Hermione, why did you bring me here, and where is this?"

Hermione took two strong breaths to catch her breath and walked to the center of the classroom.

"This is the secret base where I study alone. This is the first time it has welcomed guests. Harry, you should feel honored."

Harry reluctantly smiled, "How do you know I'm honored by this?"

The content of the words was very sincere, but unfortunately the tone was less exciting and more anxious, making it seem a bit perfunctory.

Hermione rolled her eyes and waved her wand to turn the chair into a straight sofa.

The books fell down and were spread out one by one, revealing the names on them.

Pointing to the first book, Hermione explained:

"Harry, I just read it. The content in the book you read is too obscure and cannot be learned in a short time. If you really want to learn black magic, you must start from the basics. I can teach you, but I have a condition."

She paused, waiting for Harry to make his choice.

Harry hesitated, his eyes moving between the two books, but in the end he chose to believe in Hermione's learning and teaching abilities.

"When can I learn it soon?"

Hermione estimated the time and said confidently: "Three days, three days at the earliest."

"No, I have to learn it before tonight." Harry vetoed it without thinking.

Hearing this, Hermione looked strange.

"I'm talking about me, not you. If it were you, I think it would take about five days."

Five days…

Three days plus five days is eight days.

Eight days is simply not enough time.

Harry put his hands in his hair and bent down decadently.

"What happened? Harry, you have to tell me, otherwise I don't know how to help you." Hermione looked at her friend worriedly, but her tone was firm.

Harry muttered and was speechless.

He was previously influenced by Voldemort and was extremely irritable towards those around him. Later, he was even more unwilling to tell Ron and Hermione what happened, not wanting to implicate them.

But now he really can't find a way out.

Harry took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and told Hermione all the secrets he had discovered in the recent extra lessons, including what Ass said.

Hermione's expression changed as Harry told him. She didn't have much contact with Snape, most of them were in the classroom. Just looking at his picky behavior and venomous tongue in class, she couldn't tell that it was Voldemort.

"I think no one but me can recognize... that person." Harry smiled bitterly. He was helpless when facing Voldemort many times.

Hermione looked at his bitter smile and felt a little uncomfortable.

During this time, she was busy studying and didn't pay much attention to Harry's situation. If she had discovered the abnormality earlier, Harry wouldn't have to worry alone for so long.

"I'm sorry." Hermione leaned forward and hugged Harry, hugging him tightly, trying to give him some strength. "I believe you believe me, Harry. Hogwarts will be fine, and so will you."

The long-lost warmth soothed the tense nerves, and Harry leaned on Hermione's shoulder, feeling more relaxed than ever before, "Hermione, thank you."

"Rather than thank you, I hope you can tell me in advance next time." Hermione paused and added, "And Ron, he is very worried about you. When you came back from the school doctor's office, he was following you. .”

"Ron? I don't know... I thought he..." Harry murmured, feeling depressed and guilty, "I'm sorry, I just don't want to inconvenience you."

Hermione explained patiently: "But friends are just for getting in trouble. If you don't owe me and I don't owe you, why would we become friends?"

"...I understand, thank you, Hermione." Harry hugged Hermione back, then let go and looked at the door, "Ron, aren't you coming in?"

There was dead silence at the door, no response.

Harry shouted twice more, but there was still no sound from outside. The two looked at each other, holding their wands, and stood on the left and right by the door.

three, two, one

Harry counted silently in his mind, pinched it, and opened the door. Ron, who was eavesdropping outside, lost the support of the door and fell forward with a look of horror on his face, falling heavily to the ground.

At this moment, noisy footsteps came from outside. Ignoring the grinning Ron, Hermione pushed Harry away, dragged Ron in with one hand, and closed the door with the other.

Hermione listened to the sounds outside the door for a moment, then heard their footsteps disappear.

gone.

The witch breathed a sigh of relief and cast her gaze at Ron, who had overheard the fall. She said with hatred: "Be quiet, Ron! They may come back."

Ron, who grinned and cried out in pain, covered his mouth in frustration and waited with bated breath.

When the footsteps outside completely disappeared, Ron slowly let go of his hand and looked around, looking left and right, but not looking at Harry.

Harry knew Ron was angry.

"I'm sorry, Ron."

Ron's rapidly wandering eyes inevitably stopped, "Where do I need to--ah, it hurts, Hermione!"

"Sorry, I thought there was a mosquito somewhere." Hermione put down her pinching hand and opened her eyes without changing her expression to tell lies, "What did you just say? Say it again, neither Harry nor I heard it."

The last few notes were obviously raised, with a strong hint of threat. Ron's lips twitched, wanting to seek justice for himself, but afraid that Hermione would pinch him again, so he had to shut up and lower his head to be scolded.

Hermione poured out a bowl of water, and then Ron talked about Harry until they remembered the mistake.

Being scolded together virtually eliminated the barriers.

Harry and Ron looked at each other quietly in private without any words, and the two good friends turned over the past.

Hermione's mouth went dry as she spoke, and when she saw that they were still flirting with each other, she became even more angry.

"Did you even listen to me?"

Harry and Ron raised their heads in unison and shouted loudly, "Yes!"

"Yes?" Hermione rolled her eyes, "Harry, tell me what I said before?"

Harry stammered, "You said... we, me... him."

Hermione held her forehead and waved her hand towards him.

"...Shut up first, Ron, tell me, what did I say next?"

"You said, you said..." Ron said in a long tone, trying his best to remember, but he couldn't find any trace.