Only Hermione and Allen were in the library late at night. Tomorrow was the day to go to Hogsmeade, and the excited young wizards had already gone back to pack.
Allen put down the book "The Curse You Don't Know" in his hand and looked thoughtfully at Hermione's slightly sunken eyes with dark circles under them.
She looked exhausted and exhausted.
"You and Harry had a quarrel," Allen said with certainty.
Hermione scratched her head anxiously. "How should I put it? Ron has been very awkward recently."
Hermione glanced at Allen and swallowed back the bad things Ron had said about Allen.
But Allen was a man of character. When he saw Hermione's tangled expression, he knew it must have something to do with him.
Allen smiled and continued, "What about Harry?"
"He's almost going crazy. He's been training with him every day." Hermione suddenly felt as if she had revealed Gryffindor's secret, so she stopped talking about it.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Allen looked at the messy table, the long paper on arithmetic divination, the longer research paper on Muggle ("On the Travel Tool of Muggle"), and the translation of Runic language that Hermione was immersed in.
"So much homework. Are you going to finish it all tonight?" Allen picked up a very complicated numerical chart.
"Well, I want to finish all the homework before the holidays." Hermione unconsciously bit the end of the pen, looking pitiful and cute.
"Maybe we can finish part of it together." Allen winked and picked up the Runic language materials in front of Hermione.
In the quiet library, only the sound of the two people's discussion and the rustling of the pen tip could be heard.
At the time when the library should have been closed, Mrs. Pings snuggled up to the bench and fell asleep. Allen waved his wand and a thick cloak silently covered her body.
What he didn't know was that under the cloak, Madam Pins' fingers moved slightly.
"Arithmetic and divination are really amazing. Tomorrow, no, today, we will have a happy and exciting day." Hermione stretched her back in satisfaction.
Allen rubbed his temples and looked at the pile of parchment papers in disbelief. They had actually completed all the homework!
With his help, Hermione had been fighting until late at night. One could imagine how tired and lonely Hermione usually was to complete the learning task by herself.
No wonder her face was so pale. She was as haggard as Professor Lupin.
"Are you going to Hogsmeade today? Why don't you have a good rest in the dormitory? "Allen felt that Hermione needed a good night's sleep.
"No, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester. I must go." After all, Hermione was still a young witch. She still yearned for the lively and magical Hogsmeade.
"As far as I know, Harry didn't get permission from your guardian. So, are you going by yourself? "Allen asked.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter!" In the middle of the night, Hermione's trembling voice faintly hid a trace of fragility.
"Hermione," Allen suddenly said seriously. Hermione looked at Allen.
The emotion in Allen's light blue eyes made her heart beat wildly. Was it what she imagined?
"Hermione, if you treat me as a friend, you will find that I am a very good travel companion." Allen seriously looked at Hermione, his eyes full of a gentle smile.
"Okay." Hermione simply agreed. Allen's words were not what she imagined. She felt a sense of loss, but also a lot more relaxed.
"We can buy all the things we need to buy for Christmas there!" Hermione said, "My parents love the Honey Duke's hairy mints!"
Hermione noticed that under the dim light of the library, Allen's long and narrow shadow fell obliquely on the ground. In such a cold winter night, the way he smiled and nodded seemed particularly warm.
"Ah, it's already so late, why are you still in the library? Go back, go back, the library is closed! " Mrs. Pins stood up from the bench, picked up the feather duster standing on the ground, and waved it fiercely.
But Allen was not the least bit afraid. He and Hermione quickly tidied up the things on the long table, put the books back in their original place, and then politely said goodbye to Mrs. Pins who had her hands on her hips.
After saying goodbye to Allen, Hermione returned to the dormitory. After washing up, she did not immediately go to sleep. Instead, with the help of the light of her magic wand, she rummaged through her cupboard for a long time.
Hermione placed some bottles and jars on the bedside table, and ironed a few clothes neatly. Only then did Hermione return to the comfortable and soft bed with a satisfied smile.
Lying on the bed, Hermione tossed and turned. In the library, Allen's words and actions kept turning over in her mind.
After tossing and turning for a long time, Hermione entered the land of dreams with a sweet smile.
On this snowy morning, the castle was quiet. Hermione, who had fallen asleep late at night, was the first to wake up.
Allen stood alone on the marble stairs leading to the foyer. The young Magi passing by greeted Allen one after another. Allen did not show any impatience, smiling and nodding in greeting.
Harry and Ron, who was wrapped in a cloak and scarf, also walked over. Ron expressionlessly looked at Harry and Allen greeting each other without saying a word.
Just as Harry, Ron, and Allen were saying goodbye, hurried footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
The three of them looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.
Harry opened his mouth wide in shock. Ron looked dull, his eyes unblinking. Allen's eyes flashed with a trace of light, and the smile on his face became gentler.
It was Hermione, the Hermione who was completely different from her usual self.
Her usually fluffy and messy long hair was neatly coiled on top of her head. She was not wearing heavy winter clothes, but a light purple slim-fit woolen coat. The snow-white fur collar made her palm-sized face look particularly delicate.
Her face was smeared with some unknown substance, making it look white and delicate.
And for some unknown reason, her temperament was also different. Perhaps it was because she had taken off the twenty or so thick books that she usually carried.
She also looked at Allen with a smile. Her expression was somewhat shy.
Harry really did not understand why he had not noticed before. Hermione was actually so beautiful.
Ron, who was at the side, was in a trance and was completely rooted to the spot.
Hermione greeted Harry and walked towards Allen. Her gait was quite elegant.
Allen once again bid farewell to Harry in a gentlemanly manner. Together with Hermione, they walked towards the foyer guarded by Filch.
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