Traveling through Hogwarts, just wanting to have a love affair

Phoenix stood in the center of the divine space, surrounded by a hazy darkness, as if he was in a dream world.

Beside him, several Dementors were floating quietly, their figures looming in the air, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

These Dementors are generally considered to have no emotions and are merely tools to carry out their tasks.

But Phoenix always felt that they seemed to hide unknown secrets.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound gentler and friendlier.

He knew that communicating with these creatures might require great patience and skill.

"Do you have spiritual intelligence?"

“Do you play Genshin Impact?”

“Are you friendly?”

"…………"

"........."

"..."

Phoenix stood in the divine space, facing the three silent Dementors, his brows furrowed.

Although he tried various ways to communicate, the creatures were like lifeless sculptures and did not respond to his questions.

His mood gradually changed from initial curiosity and expectation to disappointment and frustration.

He looked around; this divine space created by him seemed exceptionally empty and silent.

Phoenix shook his head and decided not to waste any more time.

"It looks like there's nothing to be gained tonight."

He muttered to himself, a hint of fatigue in his voice.

He began to prepare to leave, quickly removing his black robe.

He threw his robe casually into a corner of the space.

"I'll study you later."

Phoenix said to the Dementors, even though he knew they probably wouldn't understand.

He concentrated his mind and mobilized his divine power once again.

The space began to distort, and rays of light swirled around him, forming a vortex of light.

Phoenix's figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared in the divine power space.

When he appeared again, he was already at the door of the dormitory.

He looked at the position of the moon and it was about 4 a.m.

The sky was beginning to turn white, but the dormitory was still silent.

"Astoria should still be asleep."

Phoenix said softly, not wanting to disturb the girl's rest.

But Phoenix's heart almost stopped at that moment.

He thought he could return to the dormitory quietly.

But when he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the unusually bright lights in the dormitory, which made him realize that things were not as simple as he expected.

His eyes moved across the room to Astoria, who was sitting on the couch.

She was wearing a simple nightgown, holding a book in her hands, reading intently, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

The firelight reflected on her face, outlining her delicate features.

The soft fabric of the pajamas fits her body curves perfectly.

However, Phoenix was in no mood to appreciate this beautiful picture at the moment.

He could feel that Astoria's silence was more terrifying than any roar.

Her back was facing him, and she didn't even react to the sound of him entering the room, which made him feel more nervous than ever before.

He knew that Astoria was usually a reasonable person and would give him a chance to explain himself even when she was angry.

But tonight, her attitude was noticeably different.

She didn't turn around, didn't speak, didn't even give him a glance.

This indifferent attitude made Phoenix feel deeply uneasy.

Phoenix's heart was filled with uneasiness, he knew that Astoria's silence might herald the coming of a storm.

He approached the sofa cautiously, trying to express his apology and concern through body language.

His footsteps were light and made almost no sound, as if this would reduce the possibility of him disturbing her.

"Astoria~"

He called again softly, with a hint of pleading and uneasiness in his voice.

He hoped she would at least look at him and give him a chance to explain.

However, Astoria was like a sculpture, sitting there quietly without even a hint of movement.

Her concentration seemed entirely on the book in her hands.

But Phoenix knew that this might just be her way of hiding her emotions.

A sentence suddenly flashed through Phoenix's mind:

“Is this the legendary calm before the storm?”

He couldn't help but shudder, he knew that if Astoria was really angry.

Then her rage might be more violent than any storm.

He decided to take a more direct approach and reached out to try to hold Astoria's hand, hoping to ease the atmosphere through such close contact.

His fingers gently reached for her hand, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness.

However, Astoria's reaction was not what he expected.

She deftly moved her hands to avoid his touch, as if playing a silent game of hide and seek.

Phoenix's hand was suspended in midair, not even her fingertips touching.

This action made Phoenix's heart sink to the bottom.

He realized that the situation this time was much more serious than he had imagined.

Not only did Stolia not respond to his calls, she even refused the most basic physical contact.

He withdrew his hand, sat on the sofa, and sighed deeply.

He knew he needed to find a way to break the silence, to express his apology and to explain his behavior tonight.

He began to think in his mind about how to start talking, how to express his feelings, and how to repair their relationship.

Phoenix sat next to Astoria, feeling guilty.

Although he lacks experience in love, he is not emotionally dull.

He could understand Astoria's feelings and knew that she was so angry because she felt ignored and insecure.

Astoria grew up in an environment lacking stability and security, which made her wary of the people and things around her.

What she needs is not just love, but also a stable and continuous companionship, a presence that can make her feel at ease.

Phoenix knew that his behavior tonight might have made Astoria feel abandoned and unappreciated.

He hadn't told her where he was going, hadn't let her know he was safe, and that was undoubtedly a blow to her sense of security.

He sighed softly and began to slowly narrate everything that happened today.

He started with his plan for Alison, describing every detail in detail.

His voice was calm and sincere, and he hoped that this would make up for his mistake.

Let Astoria know that he wasn't ignoring her and that everything he did was for their future together.

However, Astoria still didn't turn to look at him, her eyes still firmly fixed on the page.

Phoenix could feel that although she was reading, her mind was obviously not on the book.

Her silence and concentration seemed more like a form of self-protection, a way to avoid facing him.

Phoenix did not give up. He continued to tell his story. He hoped that his story could move her and let her know his sincerity.

His voice echoed in the dormitory, carrying a hint of anticipation and uneasiness.