HP Hermione's Phoenix

Hogwarts broke through the ceiling and almost fell into the secret room from the sky, shouting very anxiously, "Tom, go, Krum is going to be the first!!!"

He suddenly raised his head from the water, his expression changed suddenly, "What??"

"It's too late, hurry up," the castle looked at him urgently, and opened the most convenient passage: "Hermione said she wants a dance partner with black hair and black eyes!"

He froze for a moment, his heart skipped a beat for a moment, and he fully understood without any explanation from Hogwarts—the overwhelming ecstasy and the momentary sharp worry hit his chest, and there was no time to sort it out. He splashed wetly out of the water Standing up, wearing a cloak and striding into the passage.

"Quick! Faster!" Hogwarts urged anxiously in the rumbling wall passage.

For some reason, Tom's heart sank slightly, and a strong sense of foreboding overwhelmed him——

boom!The sixth floor is here.He suddenly flashed out of the passage, and at the end of the spiral staircase more than ten meters away was her smiling silhouette.

"Okay." Hermione smiled and looked at the panda-eyed boy, seeing him running down the stairs, looking up at her and shouting invitations, he was so big but showed a panda-like expression, she just found it amusing in her heart.

Krum's eyes lit up: "Then...I'm waiting! I'm looking forward to it—the time is up, and the people in the club are still waiting for me...I'll go first!"

He hastily jumped down the stairs with the Firebolt in his hand, taking two steps in three steps, and hurried to the outside of the square. His heart was so happy that it seemed to have wings, and he wanted to fly out of his chest like a snitch. That kind of joy could circle the world. lap...

He walked through the stairs, through the crowd, through the hall and the square, until he reached the edge of the Black Lake.

He didn't notice that on the fifth floor of the next level, he was passing by Neville, who had the same black hair and black eyes but pale complexion...

When he ran across the first floor, a large number of girls just finished class. The girls put their mouths on their lips and shouted: "Come on, Golden Globes, Victor!"

For the first time, he turned his head and waved at them, smiled excitedly, and rode away on the Firebolt amidst screams.

He almost felt that this was the most exciting day since he became an official professional player...

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, she suddenly felt someone watching her.She turned her head, and the black-haired boy came from the shadows, his hair was still wet, he was wrapped in a cloak, and his eyes were dark, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

That expression is very cool and familiar, and one can't help but think of his appearance when he was just reborn...

"What's wrong?" She frowned.

"No, it's nothing." The black-haired boy looked at her quietly and walked three steps away from her. "You promised him?" He asked calmly.

"Yeah. Questions?"

Hogwarts stood behind him, mouth pursed, watching them sadly.

"No. No." Tom blinked, the eyes blinked very slowly, and fell on the delicate but deep taupe cheeks, which seemed to remind people of puppets.

He suddenly made a movement that was somewhat familiar to Hermione, but unfamiliar - he stretched out his hand suddenly, and pulled the green tie on his chest.

"Are you okay?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"No, I'm fine." He smiled, and this smile seemed to awaken the devil's heart hidden somewhere. Mie Honglian has such an extremely depraved hue that burns everything...

Hermione couldn't look directly at that expression - that expression, since summer, hadn't appeared for a long time...

"I'm fine...very good." He suddenly took a step closer, with that smile still on the corner of his mouth, his heavy eyes drooping slightly: "Have a good time at the dance...my dear...sister."

He just brushed past her, and deliberately leaned into her ear when he was talking, and the cold lotus fragrance with a depraved aura hit him instantly.

"Huh?—you get dressed."

Hermione frowned, watching him dripping down the stairs as he walked, that gesture was very seductive, the important thing was that he himself knew that he was very tempting, the feeling was very... indescribable...

—So he's starting to be weird again?

——The Nirvana Red Lotus, the Nirvana Red Lotus...

Shaking her head, she walked from the other side of the stairs, walked a few steps, looked at Neville in the corner and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No..." Neville also looked at her calmly and in a daze, holding his own terminal tightly, but he replied with a strange posture: "I'm fine, I just climbed the stairs too fast-well, I shook Professor Sprout is on the fifth floor and just wanted to ask her a question."

"Oh." She nodded, and walked down the escalator again without looking back.

For the next week, Hogwarts was noisy.

——"Don't do formations anymore!"

——"Don't take a bath anymore!"

- "Tom is very unhappy!"

Hermione put down the terminal in her hand and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you serious? If I expand the magic circle more, your incarnation can be more perfect."

Hogwarts looked at her depressedly: "Leave me alone, please take care of Tom!"

"Huh?" Hermione slid her hand on the big screen in the control room, and said in a mocking tone, "You think he's unhappy? Are you sure?"

On the screen are the hot spots of this week's gossip edition:

[Third Year No.1 in Slytherin, Tom Granger and the Four Courtyard Flowers Tour Hogsmeade Village [Picture] [Picture]]

[Pansy Parkinson's partner will be decided?Already dated the best tie award winner Tom at Lady Puddiffe's Tea House [with pictures]]

[Third-year student Slytherin with the most potential at those dances: Tom Granger]

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Hermione lazily slid through those pictures one by one, leaned on the bench and repeated lightly: "Are you sure?"

Hogwarts said stubbornly: "... Anyway, he is really unhappy!"

"Dating four girls at the same time, isn't it fun?" Hermione said, "Zhang Wuji is nothing more than that."

"Hee hee! Who is Zhao Min and who is Zhou Zhiruo?" Roasted Chicken rushed over stupidly with its tail cocked, rolled its eyes at the screen, grabbed its own throat aggressively, and began to imitate exaggeratedly. : "—Uh... Ah! Wuji boy! You have to listen to your mother, in this world, the more beautiful a girl is, the more unbelievable she is..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, tapped her fingers on the table, picked up the teacup, looked at the dense steam, and said thoughtfully: "What's going on with him? This period of time is a little different from before—could it be that his soul is still incomplete? , so your temperament is unstable, and it will change a lot after a while..."

"Ah!—" Hogwarts looked at her and sighed heavily.

Roasted Chicken continued to choke its throat, giggling and performing: "-Good mother! No problem mother! Because the child likes men!... Ouch! Don't pull your ass——"

"The encore roasted you! Where do you see this?"

"Master, I'm quick-witted, envy, envy--"

She grabbed the roast chicken and walked downstairs. The spacious and open auditorium, as shown by the hotspots on Xiaonei, was already full of people.The inner lawn of the castle, which can usually accommodate 2000 people, was densely packed with people, and even many people in uniforms from other schools were standing and watching.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang!" Draco stood in the most conspicuous position in the center of the crowd, with high spirits and firm eyes. After knocking the small bell on the desk, he waved his wand and pointed at his throat: "The voice is loud!"

"Students, ladies and gentlemen!" Young Master Platinum looked around and opened the scene affectionately and passionately.

Everyone watched him quietly.

"I'm sure you're all aware of the famous #BlackBrothers gamble - including alumni of our two sibling schools, I'm sure you've all heard about it."

Hermione walked over with the roast chicken in her arms, and the roast chicken looked around in a daze - and then they both spotted Tom standing next to Draco.

The black-haired boy also spotted her.His expression didn't change at all, and he smiled at her seductively through the crowd, which made Hermione's heart tremble...

"Everyone must also know how unfortunate the two professors are, and how mischievous the fate is, which has made this pair of brothers whose blood is thicker than water—the grievances and grievances are difficult..." Draco's voice was very contagious, usually The aristocratic accent, which sounded a little pretentious, was tearing like a choir member at the moment: "However, can we say that they are wrong? If fate is right, then people are wrong? If pain is wrong, then self-esteem is wrong. Is it a crime? If it is human nature to be unable to face self-torment, is it reasonable to wait for tragedy to happen?!"

Although everyone didn't understand the logic of these few words, but Draco said so tragically and generously, everyone still applauded for no reason.

Gellert stood in the tall circular principal's room, watched the live broadcast on the open screen, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a low smile: "Your students are really interesting."

Dumbledore, sitting on the other side with the papers, refused to pay him any attention.

"—So, when Professor Regulus said that once he loses this bet, once he fails to gain the approval of everyone in Hogwarts, he will leave here, and he will never be able to see his biological brother again for life. See you!" Draco's words suddenly changed, and he said painfully, "Dear students, we are all people with conscience. Can we let this happen?!"

"Draco..." Harry and Ron had already squeezed through from the other side of the tower.They made their way through the crowd with difficulty, and now he stared blankly at him.

"Harry!—" Draco turned his head sharply, pointed loudly at the black-haired savior, and said with a struggling face, "I know, you're going to be on your godfather's side... your godfather, too. My dear uncle...but!"

"Uh, Draco, I haven't voted yet..." Harry quickly waved his hand—

"But, I can't wait for something like this to happen!" Draco grabbed Harry's hand sadly, "Do you understand! My uncle has been away from home for almost 20 years! My little uncle has not been with him for 20 years." I've talked! Now, do they have to be strangers again?! Obviously... they are all relatives!"

Harry's heart trembled violently. He remembered how few of his relatives were dead, so he couldn't help but bitterly said, "Hmm..."

"——Therefore!" Draco walked back to the propaganda table abruptly, slapped the table and said, "In any case, please be sure to cast your precious votes for Professor Regulus! I am here, sincerely Please, everyone!—"

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a very bad premonition——

"I know that there are still many students who are more willing to support Professor Sirius for various reasons," Draco said desperately, "However, Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin House, has personally mobilized you! We are willing to support Ray Professor Gollers' popularity poll is doing its due...and now—"

He suddenly pulled the smiling Tom beside him, and then pulled the cool-looking Blaise Zabini behind him, and said loudly: "Any student who is willing to vote for Professor Regulus—including those who have already voted for West Professor Reese's willingness to modify the vote - can get a kiss from Blaise, the winner of the Slytherin Best Body Award, a handshake from Tom, who has voted for the best tie award for four consecutive months, and a personal gift from me A sweet hug!"

"Five consecutive months." Tom reminded him with a calm smile.

"Okay, sorry—"

--boom!

Hermione's eyes widened instantly.

Harry Ron was also dumbfounded...

The girls immediately started screaming and rushing towards the long table like crazy, as if the Slytherins were well-trained, someone immediately started to organize: "Girls, don't squeeze, everyone is there—please line up— "

"Oh! I'm from Beauxbatons, can I line up too?"

"Sorry, beautiful lady, you are not a student of Hogwarts and have no right to vote - but I think Blaise would be happy to date you after the fan meeting..."

"I'm a boy, can I also line up?"

"Oh... of course it's no problem. Which classmate do you like?"

"Draco, rich man, please be my friend..."

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Harry looked at Ron in horror: "Did I hear you right? They... actually... this..."

Ron also murmured: "Your godfather is going to lose... It's over... Slytherin can really... be so tolerant..."

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore.Frowning, she squeezed through the crowd and forced her way to the long table. The crowd was lined up, and the nympho girls were screaming and shaking hands with the black-haired boy:

"Oh—Classmate Tom, I have liked you for a long time!"

"Thank you." He looked at the apple-faced girl in front of him with a smile, holding her soft hands with both hands.

"I... really like you the most!" Her eyes were full of hearts, and she was very shy: "I vote for you in the tie award every month..."

"I'm very happy." He said seductively, "Please vote for Professor Regulus."

"Well! I'll vote right away—may I also invite you to Madame Puddife's teahouse?"

"Okay, it's time to shake hands—" Slytherin's on-site order maintenance classmate was stern, pinching the stopwatch and pushing the girl who was still unwilling in his eyes away: "Next—"

"Wait." Hermione said in a bad tone, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Handshake meeting." Tom looked at him with a smile.

"what?!"

"As you can see, it's an extra-curricular group activity." He shrugged and put his hands in his trouser pockets leisurely.At this moment, the wind brushed the tip of his hair, and that scene was like a little prince—"For Professor Regulus, you know..."

"Did you get to this point?!"

"If you can't get more than half of the people in the school to vote, the Black brothers will turn against each other forever." Tom lowered his head, stared deeply at her, and approached her with a lotus tone: "You would like to see such a situation Is it happening, Hermione? And, it's about me too - about another me, what I'm willing to do..."

Hermione was in a daze for a second, before she had time to say anything, he suddenly stood up, raised his hand and said loudly: "I sincerely hope that Professor Regulus can stay in Hogwarts! I am willing to vote for The classmates of Professor Regulus can also get one of my personal kisses!"

As soon as he said this, the scene immediately exploded, and many girls who were still watching quickly lost their ability to think, and rushed to his queue with all their might——

"Is this okay?" Draco couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he respected Tom: "You..."

"I'm fine." Tom said without changing his face.

Hermione's whole brain was about to shut down.She glared at him, but he didn't look at her at all, just smiled and looked at the next girl in the line - the girl was ambitious and had freckles on her face, and she looked straight at him without hesitation: "I I will vote for Professor Regulus, I want to kiss, is that okay?"

"Okay." Tom smiled, his voice low and seductive, stretched out his long fingers, and gently pinched her cheek...

"Enough!" Hermione snapped suddenly.She swept across the Slytherin crowd, and yanked Tom's wrist: "You have to have a limit!"

"Hey—" The girl who hadn't kissed her yet opened her eyes and looked at her dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry——" the leader of Slytherin hurriedly comforted everyone, and at the same time looked at Hermione with a bitter face: "This... Granger, we have already agreed, and this is for voting—we The dean ordered the death mission, you know—"

"Let Snape come and shake hands, kiss, and hug!" Hermione scolded angrily.

The crowd behind the queue was unknown, so someone got a rough idea, and immediately shouted in a nympho, "What?! Professor Snape is coming too—"

Pulled behind by her, Tom looked sideways at her now, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's..." the Slytherin said to her, "but we've agreed, who made your brother so popular—"

"Shut up!" Hermione smiled instead of anger, "My brother is not selling your lust for you! You—don't laugh! Immediately! Come with me!"

She turned her head and gave Tom a sharp look, and turned around with big strides. The crowd unconsciously parted to watch her leave with her brown hair flying.

Tom shrugged again, with a smile on his lips, and followed her pace leisurely, turned around and walked away.