Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

"Wingardim Leviosa! Whistle, rustle!"

Ron's arms flew up. He and Neville teamed up and almost stuck the wand into Neville's nostril.

"You're wrong!" Hermione's passive instinct to teach others was triggered: "It's Yuga-Dimlevi-O-Sa. That 'ga' should be said long and clearly."

"Since you are so clever, you should give it a try!" Ron roared. After trying for a long time, it had no effect. Coupled with Hermione's complaints, he was already manic.

"I've known it for a long time." Hermione rolled up her sleeves and waved her wand: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feathers flew up in a whoosh, floating four feet above everyone's heads.

"Well done, Miss Gryffin!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and praised loudly: "I just said Ravenclaw is more suitable for you..."

When class was over, the students were rushing out, and Ron looked in a terrible mood.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her! She's honestly a nightmare!"

Beside Ivan, Hermione heard Ron's words and tears fell down. She knocked away Harry and ran away quickly.

"Hey!" Alvin quickly followed and gave Ron a slap in the face: "You are really good at chewing girls' tongues!"

Ron blushed and muttered in a low voice: "She is indeed quite deadly..."

click!

A hand pressed against his head.

Ron raised his hands tremblingly: "Of course I have something wrong..."

Alvin snorted and turned to chase Hermione.

"Probably only a freak like Ivan can stand her." After Ivan left, Ron couldn't help but complain again.

Upon hearing this, Harry silently opened the distance between the two of them, lest Alvin suddenly come back and splatter himself with blood again.

Ding Ding Deng…

He casually pulled away a Slytherin who was blocking the way. In the short period of time when the other person's eyes changed from anger to horror, Ivan walked away and followed the smell to find a virgin bathroom.

"Hermione!"

Alvin stood at the door of the girls' bathroom and shouted, and the girls passing by couldn't help laughing.

Soon, Hermione rushed out of the bathroom with a face full of embarrassment, pulled him and ran quickly into the courtyard, her face flushed: "What are you doing?"

Ivan shrugged: "I see you're crying, come here and take a look."

Hermione pursed her lips: "I'm fine."

Ivan pointed to her red eyes: "You were crying just now."

It was okay not to say it, but Hermione's eyes turned red again when she said it, and she looked away, tears falling down.

Ivan touched his pocket and remembered that he didn't have the habit of carrying paper. He stretched out his hand and wiped Hermione's face. In the shy and surprised eyes of the other party, he wiped a small face.

Alvin: "Hahahaha..."

Hermione chuckled, blushed and punched Alvin, then lowered her head and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Am I annoyed?"

"Although I want to comfort you, it's just a little bit." Ivan nodded.

Hermione's eyes dimmed, and her face was filled with disappointment: "Maybe I am indeed meddling in my own business."

"Actually, I don't think you need to be so serious at all." Ivan shrugged: "Of course, everyone has received different education, and their outlook on life is naturally different. And to be honest, you can be a bit domineering sometimes."

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with this, but you still have to care about other people's eyes. Unfortunately, most people live life in a muddled way. Life is already very tiring. No one wants to get into trouble."

"It's better not to meddle in those nosy matters." Ivan gently spread his hands: "Or implement your beliefs to the end. Since you have chosen to be outstanding, why should you care about other people's rumors?"

"I can't do it! I can't be like you, Alvin, who doesn't care about other people's eyes at all like you. I don't have as strong a heart and strength as you." Hermione choked.

"I'm a Muggle-born! I don't want people to think that Muggle-tranced children are inferior to those so-called noble pure-bloods. I want to prove my excellence. However, I don't know anything about this place. There are unknowns everywhere here. …”

She huddled in the corner of the balcony, hugging her legs and sobbing.

"I have always been the best in the class since I was a child. Teachers and parents all praise me for being smart, but I don't have any friends..."

"It wasn't until the Hogwarts admission letter was sent to my home that I knew I was different, so I was looking forward to it all summer. I thought there would be friends who would get along with me here, but the result was still the same. I Still alone."

Tears were streaming down Hermione's face, her pretty face was stained with tears, and her look of pear blossoms with rain was endearing.

"You must be the same, right? If I hadn't been able to help you lead the way..." She whimpered softly.

"No, I'm very happy to be with you." Ivan shrugged and spread his hands freely: "And you see, I - I don't have many friends!"

"Why do you have no friends?" Hermione sniffed and looked at him with a red face: "You are so...so good-looking...a lot of people are talking about you behind your back..."

"I despise them." Ivan smiled brightly, but his words were very distant: "There are people in the magic world who don't even dare to mention their names. To put it bluntly - I despise them. "

"There are not many people in this castle that I admire." Ivan counted them on his fingers: "Except for a few professors, probably Harry, Fred, George and you."

"Why?" Hermione was puzzled.

"I don't know the specific reason, but it's probably because it's powerful?" Aiwen thought for a while.

"Powerful? I...I can't do anything..." Hermione stuttered.

"No one stipulates that being strong must mean strength. Carrying out one's own beliefs is also a kind of bravery." Ivan leaned over and stretched out his palm: "So if this happens again, what you should do is knock out the opponent's front teeth. Instead of hiding away and feeling sorry for yourself.”

Hermione looked at him blankly, her face flushed. After hesitating for two seconds, she held his hand and stood up.

Her small leather shoes rubbed against the floor tiles, and Hermione wiped the corners of her eyes: "I thought about it, maybe I am really nosy, or maybe it's an attitude problem or something..."

"Yeah." Ivan nodded: "I don't object to what you say."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him angrily, then burst into laughter: "Okay, implement your beliefs, yes, of course I also have to change myself..."

"You're right. Maybe I should be more chic like you..." Hermione took a deep breath, then smiled rebelliously and said, "How about we skip the next class?"

What the hell!

A ghost?

Ivan looked shocked: "What are you going to do if you skip school?"

Hermione put her hands behind her back, spun around in a circle, then leaned over and tilted her little head to Ivan's side, smiling and saying: "Hogsmeade, I'm going to buy something. There is a bar behind the one-eyed witch statue on the fourth floor. The secret passage leads directly to Hogsmeade, I heard you and Fred George chatting last time, do you want to go?"

Alvin did not hesitate: "Let's go!"