cycle

When I returned to the lounge, Hermione was writing a very, very long letter. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned and she seemed to be completely immersed in the emotion of writing the letter.Ron was sitting next to her, whimpering and writing his Transfiguration paper. After writing a few strokes, he craned his neck to see what Hermione was writing. The ink bottle on the armrest of the chair had been squeezed by his elbow when he opened it. A very dangerous corner.

"Thank you." I used the Levitation Charm to save the textbooks and parchment in Ron's schoolbag when the ink bottle was about to fall. He muttered, still poking his head without giving up.

"Hermione, who are you writing to?" I asked, sitting down for Ron.

"Victor." Hermione replied without looking up. Ron snorted heavily and asked, "Did he write to invite you to write his biography?"

Hermione gave Ron a blank look, and continued to write line by line on the parchment calmly. I struggled in the armchair for a while before I cleared my throat and asked, "Uh... Brother Creevey and the two of them ...you didn't say anything when you came back?"

"No, but I've been laughing—" Hermione looked up at me, her eyes narrowed slightly, and I saw McGonagall's shadow from her expression for a moment, "Why didn't you come with Harry?" return?"

"It seems...maybe...I mean, there must be something else." I stood up abruptly, almost knocking over Ron's ink bottle, "I'm a little tired today, so I'm going back to the dormitory to rest. "

Luckily, Christmas is coming up and I have three full weeks to think about what to do with Harry - what would have happened if the Creevey brothers hadn't opened the door because of the fallen schoolbag?I couldn't help thinking about it, I didn't do anything at the time, didn't I?I just stayed there stupidly, even watching him move a little bit closer to me.I think he didn't just want to kiss the tip of my nose, if it wasn't disturbed by the sound of the door opening suddenly... He undoubtedly wanted to kiss me, but I didn't dodge... Does closing your eyes count as dodging?

"Obviously, closing your eyes is tacit consent—it's not an exaggeration to say that it's an invitation." Hermione returned to the dormitory and answered my question calmly, "Okay, it's time for me to ask the question. Did you kiss in the end?"

"Of course not!" I lowered my head and twisted my hair hanging down to my chest with two index fingers. ...I... just wanted to leave the Room of Requirement as soon as possible, and when I came back to my senses, I ran to the door of the lounge—why did you show such an expression! Stop laughing!"

"I just thought someone was going to be having trouble sleeping tonight." Hermione buried her face in my pillow to hide the giggles already welling up in her throat, "Honestly, I know there's progress between you two, But I didn’t expect—cough, well, I won’t laugh.”

She cleared her throat and asked me, "So what do you think? I mean - we all know Harry likes you, a long time ago - and now you can't avoid it, can you? "

"I don't actually know why he likes me," I muttered. "I've always been weird."

"What's so strange?" Hermione asked patiently.

"It's—the two of us don't seem to have any similarities." I counted my fingers, "He likes to show off—well, it's easy to become the focus of the crowd, but I always do my own thing in the corner Things don't like to be noisy; he likes to fly around on a broomstick, I've had to think about it until now to answer that there are seven people in a Quidditch team; I like potions and he... he doesn't like it because my dad is making things difficult for him Do you keep reading the ingredient list and steps wrong? So I don't quite understand..."

"You guys worked really well together at DA," said Hermione, "every time you demonstrated—"

"During the fight," I corrected her, "I managed to let his wand drop only once, and hang him upside down with a silent spell he didn't know about."

"But you basically know what the other party will do next. It seems to us that you have such a tacit understanding that you don't even need to make eye contact—"

"Who looks at each other's eyes during a fight?" I said sullenly. "I thought it would be easy to knock him down, but it seems that once he gets used to the spells I know, I might fight him." A tie is pretty reluctant, he is obviously more familiar with how to use spells in combat than me."

"Then you don't like Harry, Alice?" Hermione tilted her head.

"I...don't know." I answered her honestly, "I know I'm definitely not as repulsive to him now as I was when I was in the first and second grades, but other...I mean, you know..."

"I know." Hermione reached out and rubbed my head, "but I hope you can give Harry an answer when you think it through, whether it's the answer he expected or not - he deserves a clear answer, doesn't he?" ?”

"So why does he like me?" I found the question still unanswered. "I still don't understand. It couldn't be because Mr. Potter, uh, pursued my mother..."

"You and Aunt Lily are completely different people." Hermione replied, "Of course, you both belong to the existence that can be noticed at a glance. Aunt Lily can easily release her enthusiasm to infect others, as long as she is in Grimaud The square, even the kitchen seems to be brighter; and you...you will instinctively reject the disturbance of others, and keep everything in your own small world. After you get to know you, you will find that you are actually gentler than you imagined A lot...——This is my personal experience. I think this is just my guess: Harry and Talus are both adventurous people, but they are very different. Talus always yearns for the unknown ahead landscape, and Harry couldn’t help but want to stop and protect those soft things, maybe he didn’t even realize this kind of compassion... I’m not saying he’s pitying you, I mean, he might just be I want to get close to you because I am curious, and when I try to get close to you - things like feelings will not be very deep at once. I like a little bit today, and I like a little bit more tomorrow. Over time... I have liked it for many, many years. Bar."

"The school should ask you to teach me about this. Boys' minds... I don't even understand." I threw myself into the soft pillow, "It's much more useful than Umbridge's class."

Hermione laughed, patted me on the back and yawned back to her bedside table to continue reading a thick book full of runes.

It took me a long time to fall asleep, the day before the holiday everyone went to bed later than usual, and there was constant chatter.Those words of Hermione have been slowly circling in my mind, and there are also the parasites hanging in the Room of Requirement, and Luna's trance-like words... When I finally felt drowsy and about to fall asleep, someone suddenly pushed Opening the door of the dormitory, many girls were awakened by the voice, and Professor McGonagall's voice clearly passed through the sleepy complaints: "Ginny Weasley!"

Everyone looked around and didn't know what happened. Ginny rubbed her eyes and got out of bed and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Put on your shoes and keep your robe outside. Follow me." Mag's sharp gaze was like a knife. Ginny seemed to wake up all of a sudden. She hurriedly pulled off her robe and left behind her. In the dormitory, there was a room full of girls whispering.

"What happened?" Everyone was asking the same question, and Hermione and I exchanged glances. She didn't seem to have any clue, but her brows were already furrowed, and she looked worriedly at Ginny's empty bed .

Hermione got up early in the morning, or didn't sleep at all, she found Harry and Talus with obvious dark circles, and got Ron, the Weasley twins, and Ginny were all taken away by Professor McGonagall News, they should have left Hogwarts early.

"Neville had a nightmare, saying that he attacked Mr. Weasley?" Hermione's voice was lowered because people kept looking at us curiously.Even though she has maintained a calm expression, the movement of twisting the scarf tassels still reveals her disquiet. "Did you all hear that? No wonder Seamus was talking to those people just now—"

"I don't have time to worry about those rumors now." Harry frowned and sat next to me, neither of us was in the mood to think about what happened in the Room of Requirement yesterday, "I really hope we can go back to grid together first." Limo—cough, leave Hogwarts early."

"It's a miracle Umbridge didn't stop them yesterday." Tallus didn't seem to sleep well either, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes drooped like a wronged puppy, "I want to use two-sided Mirror to contact Dad, worried about wasting their time...they must be busy right now. Mr Weasley will be fine, right?"

We all wanted to answer him "Of course it will be fine", but no one said anything, fear and anxiety slowly gnawed at our hearts in the silence, I think everyone was thinking about the same thing - Wes How is Mr. Lai doing now?If something really happened to him...I found myself terrified of the possibility, would Ron, Ginny, the Weasley twins still be smiling as happily as before?And Mrs. Weasley, who has been taking care of us warmly and cooking for us during the summer vacation, what kind of pain she will endure... and ourselves, if it was us who were called away last night, it was our dad or Mother……

We barely spoke from the time we boarded the Hogwarts train to King's Cross.Hermione tried to read a little, but after turning a few pages she threw the book into her bag and slowly buried her face in her arms.Talus pinched his double-sided mirror for a while, took a deep breath, then fell silent. We hoped that he could contact Mr. Black, but worried about hearing worse news from Mr. Black.Harry bought a bunch of things, but no one had much appetite, and he half-forced Hermione to eat a little pumpkin pie, she hadn't eaten since morning.

"Out of danger." Mrs Black met us at King's Cross, she said tersely, "We'll go back to where we were, and I'll pick you all up - but Miss Granger is fine if she wants to go home .”

"No!" Hermione shook her head anxiously. She found her parents in the crowd and waved to them quickly. A middle-aged couple in obvious Muggle attire walked towards us with friendly smiles on their faces.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry...but I want to stay, Mr. Weasley was injured, it happened suddenly, the family has always been very good to me—I—" Hermione hurriedly tried to explain to her parents, But her eyes turned red because she remembered something, and those words choked in her throat.

"Amelia Black." Mrs. Black stepped forward and introduced herself, "I think you should know Arthur Weasley—"

"Naturally, Hermione has been bothering their family to take care of them, very nice person..." Mr. Granger shook Mrs. Black's hand, "Did something serious happen? Can we help? We also know Some authoritative doctors, but only in our way—”

"It's hard to say outside." Mrs. Black quickly glanced at the crowded students and parents at the train station. "Please rest assured that his condition has stabilized. If Miss Granger plans to stay, we will definitely take care of it." her."

Hermione and her parents hurriedly hugged each other. Tallus and Harry had already started to find out some details, but Mrs. Black didn't want to talk about these things outside. Motioned for us all to follow in her footsteps.

"They have already visited Arthur." Mrs. Black finally said when we were in front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, "I know it's not a very good plan to spend Christmas here, but— "

"We understand." We hurriedly chirped to say that we didn't mind having our Christmas plans disrupted, and that Mr. Weasley was fine was the best news.

"They are much more sensible." Mrs. Black smiled a little, and she kissed Talus on the cheek, "Okay, remember that you are the master here, and you must take good care of everyone."

"Where are you going again?" Tallus asked Lady Black, who had drawn her cloak tighter to Apparate. "Is it dangerous?"

"Go back to the Ministry of Magic, even if you are playing a puppet, you have to do your duty." Mrs. Black pursed her lips, "See you later, dear—and tell your father that you don't need to bring so much wine from home, I think Nobody's in the mood, although it's nice to relax at Christmas; and the Christmas decorations are in the attic cupboard, so don't turn the house upside down; the hippogriff I fed before I left, Don't feed it repeatedly, it's been a little gassy lately; and don't yell at Kreacher and lose your temper, you too, I think about what else - I also found the maintenance oil for his motorcycle, in a big one in the basement In the box, I don’t know when it was put in, the two of you never like to pack things, and you still blame me for tidying up for you and then you can’t find it..."

"Mom." Tallus showed a rare embarrassed expression.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place looked even more gloomy due to the cold winter, as if the whole house was covered in invisible frost, and the furniture exuded a damp and cold breath that invaded the bone marrow.The children of the Weasley family were all sitting in the kitchen. After visiting their father, they had calmed down. Hermione bit her lip and seemed to spend a lot of effort to stay in place. I think she actually imagined it. Leigh or Tallus rushed to give Ron a hug, and instead she hugged Ginny tightly.

"Daddy's fine, but the wound won't heal and you have to keep changing the bandages." The Weasley twins have recovered and told us an inappropriate joke about vampires.

"Where's Neville?" Harry asked, looking around the kitchen, "Isn't he with you?"

The smiles on the faces of the Weasley twins disappeared, and they took a long time to describe to us that they overheard the conversation of the adults through their retractable ears today.

"He turned into a snake?" I asked, "but he was dreaming, and you all said he rolled out of bed screaming and throwing up, which means he was in bed the whole time, at Hogwarts , how could he turn into a snake and attack Mr Weasley at the same time?"

"Where exactly was Mr. Weasley attacked?" Harry asked, tapping his forefinger on the table, "The Daily Prophet didn't say anything about it, it just said a Willie Weasley because of what Arrested about the toilet bombing, the paper has now made it its business to publish bullshit."

"Ministry of Magic," Ron replied. "They say Dad was 'on duty,' but Mum won't let us ask any more questions."

"Neville can't be in the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts at the same time, it's too far away." Harry agreed with my conclusion, "We're sure he's been in the dormitory the whole time, haven't we?"

"Yes, he has been humming." Talus nodded, "but why can Neville see those things? What Mad-Eye said is not unreasonable, he saw everything that really happened through the snake's eyes— It's not normal by any means."

"Neville heard these things too?" Hermione jumped up, and looked at everyone in the kitchen reproachfully, "You actually left him upstairs alone! He must be - I'll go and see him first!"

"We want to tell him to come down." Ron said, looking at Hermione's hurriedly leaving back with a little grievance, "he won't come out, he won't even open the door. None of us care if he's called by You-Know-Who— Possession or whatever, it's not his fault, Mom kept saying that if it wasn't for Neville, Dad would definitely not be able to last until dawn when he was discovered."

There was a sudden movement in the foyer. We walked out of the kitchen and saw Mr. Black and Mr. Potter who were carrying several large boxes stacked on top of each other. Mr. Potter's eyes were squinted to one side, and his hair was messed up just like Harry's.

"Oh! Amelia has brought you back!" Mr. Black seemed in a good mood, "I brought all the things I need for Christmas according to the list she gave me, but the decorations used in previous years are not the same. Know where it is, luckily James still has a case! I think I'll have to buy some more motorcycle oil, heck, I just bought it and I can't find it! I think we'll have to ask Hagrid, he Buckbeak hasn't had a good appetite lately, I poured him some mink meat before I left and he doesn't seem to want to eat it either - where's Kreacher? Come help me! You old bastard knows you're in this house all day long Spin around - Kreacher!"

"Why are you laughing?" Mr. Potter and Harry hugged and winked at me. "How are you doing, Alice?"

"Nothing," I don't know why I suddenly wanted to laugh out loud at that time, maybe at that time I had a vague glimpse of a different kind of happiness in marriage but I didn't know what it was, I just felt it instinctively To that tenderness and warmth, "I'm fine, Mr. Potter."