Reversal Incidents Team

Malfoy and Hermione walked through the gap in the wall one after the other, and stepped up the spiral stone staircase, which slowly ascended automatically. They stood in front of a shiny wooden door, and Hermione stepped forward and knocked. Knocking, Malfoy stared at the brass knocker on the door, which lifted merrily, twirled in the air, as if in a lock-picking gesture, and then the door swung back by itself.

This is a domed room with pictures of previous headmasters hanging on the wall, and Malfoy deliberately didn't look at Dumbledore's picture.His attention was quickly drawn to the battered, patched Sorting Hat on the wall.

It yawned and spoke before Professor McGonagall could speak.

"Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, fun, fun."

Malfoy was taken aback. No one had ever heard the hat speak on other occasions except when it sang and was sorted every school year.

He found Hermione's brown eyes, and she looked at the Sorting Hat curiously.

It's just a hat, Malfoy thought.

"I can see that the boundaries of the college are being broken. This is the scene that the founders hope to see, different education but the same pursuit." The top of the sorting hat stretched happily.

Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses and spoke. "Thank you, the Sorting Hat."

The Sorting Hat fell silent.

Professor McGonagall asked the two to sit down at her desk, a silver teapot and two small and delicate teacups flew over, automatically filled with strong black tea, the small cups hit Malfoy's hand on the table , he had to take his hand down.

Professor McGonagall and Hermione had a lot to say.

When Malfoy was mentally reviewing the wonderful Quidditch match he saw a few days ago, he didn't know how many times, he finally heard Hermione say. "Professor, I'm really glad to have a chat with you, but it's time for me and Draco to say goodbye. As the headmaster, you must have a lot to deal with."

"Okay, let me know in advance when you come next time." Professor McGonagall looked at the documents on the corner of the table, and had to stand up and shake hands with Hermione. "I think we'll meet soon at Percy Weasley's wedding, when I'll bring a couple of books on the history of wizarding transfiguration."

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"Do you want to go back to the Slytherin lounge?" After Malfoy and Hermione walked out of the headmaster's office for a while, he suddenly saw Hermione stop at the intersection leading to the Slytherin cellar.

Malfoy shook his head, he said. "I want to go somewhere else."

Hermione looked up and asked him, "Where?"

They stopped in front of the oak gate after a few minutes. This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Malfoy only came here a few times during his years at Hogwarts. For some reason, he saw Dumbledore When he was wearing that silver robe in the portrait, he suddenly thought of when he first noticed Hermione.

At the Yule Ball the year the Goblet of Fire was held, Hermione in a lavender dress was sitting on the stone steps behind the door.

Hermione pushed the door open, and it was dark inside.

Malfoy took out his wand and said "Luminescence", the tip of the wand shone with light, he took a few steps to shine on the steps on the ground, then turned around and held out a hand to Hermione.

She put her hand in Malfoy's, and they descended the stone steps, the ceiling above them as silent as night, and it was impossible to see what the whole Great Hall was like.Malfoy could only walk to the center of the auditorium by the dim light of his wand and his vague memory.

Hermione said suddenly, "Wait, I think I can make this place a little brighter."

She pointed her wand at the ceiling and said a spell Malfoy hadn't heard before, and suddenly, from directly above their heads, countless bright stars spread out in all directions.

Malfoy put away his wand, bent slightly and held out his hand to Hermione. "Will you dance with me, Miss Granger?"

"I would love to." Hermione smiled and gave Malfoy her hand again.

Malfoy hugged her waist and said to Hermione. "please."

She put her bent left hand lightly on his shoulder, and Malfoy could see that she had already started dancing lightly one step ahead.

"I just realized we never talked about getting married," Malfoy heard Hermione say after a spin.He looked into her brown eyes, and they took the first stroll of the waltz.

"Maybe so," Malfoy said.

Hermione said, "What do you think?"

"About marriage?" Malfoy sensed that he heard Hermione bring up the subject in a different way than when Dumbledore brought it up.He was silent for a while and said, "I love the time I spend with you, but getting married is a big decision for both of us."

Hermione was also silent for a while, and then Malfoy felt her long hair brushing his neck, "Let's see how things go."

The starry sky above his head gently shone on the two dependent people. Malfoy was holding Hermione in his arms and rocking slowly on the slippery ground. There was a gentle song in his heart, silently playing.

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Percy's wedding was in late April. After that, Hermione was engaged in a new round of revision of the Fantastic Beasts Protection Act, and Malfoy was busy every day because of the ongoing British Quidditch League. It is a couple who can only see each other in the morning for many years, and suddenly life has entered a dull period.

Hermione came back to the apartment late that day, only to find a sweater spread on the sofa in the living room, and Malfoy was not in the room.

She put down her bag, walked to the wall shared by the living room and the bedroom, pulled the handle of the small wooden door, and stooped into her secret magic space.

Malfoy was wearing an off-white short sleeve and black loose home pants, standing on the grass not far away, his light blond hair was blown up by the wind, revealing his delicate forehead and thin cheeks.

Hermione saw him practicing a spell with his wand.

"Shut up guard!"

A thin silvery haze appeared on the tip of his wand, the most progress Malfoy had made in recent times.

Hermione approached him slowly, and saw that his forehead was dripping with sweat. She folded her hands on her chest, with one hand stuck in her wand, and stopped a few steps away to watch him continue to practice.

"You're back." Malfoy finally put down his wand, and Hermione walked over to hug him.

She pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth. "Tell me what memory you just used?"

"When we first met at the Ministry of Magic last year," Malfoy said, "it was a normal day, but in retrospect, it's beautiful."

Hermione felt very tight in her heart, especially when she learned that many of the memories Malfoy had used failed to summon the Patronus, including many memories that were important to him, some of which could be called important in his life. turning point.

These memories were somehow not enough to summon a Patronus.

Hermione had to say. "Maybe you have to pick a better memory."

"I've used pretty much all the memories I think are powerful." Malfoy still couldn't let go of the idea that the Dark Mark would change the magic one could use, and Hermione knew that.

She poked her head out of his arms and said. "Maybe it's an understanding of power."

"If the last reunion dinner with my parents or me saying I love you isn't strong enough, what is? I accidentally left my sandwich on the floor this morning and you complain I can't always make it Small things?" Malfoy said sarcastically.

Hermione stared at him, and for some reason a thought occurred to her. "Try it."

"What?" Malfoy asked.

"Use the memory from this morning and try to call God for protection." Hermione said.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, he said. "Hermione, please, this is ridiculous."

"Please try it, I think, if the things you think are important are not powerful enough, then maybe the memory of ordinary life will have a different effect." Hermione insisted, she saw Malfoy's expression loosen some.

She took a step back, giving him enough space.

Malfoy raised his wrist, facing the void, his gray-blue eyes showing little emotion.

Hermione looked at his wand expectantly, subconsciously following the spell as he said it.

"Call God for protection."

Before the soft words fell to the ground, Hermione saw a huge silver shadow squeeze out from Malfoy's spear point, and when it clearly appeared in the air, she looked excitedly at the big Smiling Malfoy.

"you succeeded!"

"This is a dragon!"

Hermione and Malfoy said loudly to each other almost at the same time, they happily hugged each other, looking sideways at the hard-won silver dragon.