Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 30 Today is a wonderful night

Harry took Hermione with him, and the two of them returned to the Gryffindor common room.

There was a Halloween dinner going on in the common room, and it was bustling with activity. However, Harry and Hermione simply ate something and then returned to their dormitories.

Although there was no smell on their bodies, the stench of the troll really made the two girls feel sick to their stomachs just thinking about it.

The situation was urgent before, and the two of them didn't care, or they didn't react.

But now that they have completely relaxed, the girls will feel very sick when they think about it.

After washing up, Harley lay on the bed in her pajamas, admiring and playing with a magic mirror.

It was this magic mirror that played a big role in the previous battle, transmitting a lot of Harley's power over a long distance, making the whole battle look so free and easy.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly opened the curtain on Harry's bed and got in holding her own pillow.

"What's wrong?" Harley felt a little surprised and put the magic mirror away.

"It's nothing." Hermione said in a voice that was too low to be heard. "I just couldn't sleep, so..."

Harry moved aside to make room for Hermione. Fortunately, the beds provided by Hogwarts are large enough, so it is not difficult to sleep two people at one time.

But Hermione just threw the pillow aside, and then jumped directly on Harry.

The matted hair had been washed and dried with magic flames.

Now Hermione's head was resting on Harry's smooth belly, making Harry feel tickled and very comfortable.

"Thank you, Harry." Hermione said in an almost inaudible voice, seeming to feel very embarrassed.

"Thank you for not abandoning me but saving me. If it weren't for you, I would have died there."

"It's nothing." Harry carefully pulled out from under Hermione's head and moved Hermione's head to her lap.

While she was chatting with Hermione, she subconsciously began to play with Hermione's hair.

These tousled brown locks are the toughest hair Harley has ever seen and styled, so Harley can't put it down.

"I said I would never leave you alone. I will always be your best friend and bestie and will always be there for you.

This will never change. "While saying this, Harry gently rubbed Hermione's cheek with the back of one hand.

Hermione's face turned red and started to feel a little hot. She hesitated for a moment and then asked softly: "But why do others hate me?

In the afternoon, I obviously succeeded.

But other students chose to ask you for advice, but no one came to me to ask how to release this magic.

I felt that what Ron said was not nonsense, and that was how other students viewed me.

and……"

Hermione seemed unable to continue.

Harry's hand slowly slid down to Hermione's collarbone, using his past experience, he asked inductively:

"What's wrong? If you have something on your mind, you can choose to talk to me."

"...and I've been thinking about it all afternoon." Hermione soon felt that her whole body was extremely soft, very comfortable and relaxed.

Her face became hot, and she blurted out everything in her heart.

"Harry, I feel like I'm really not as good as you. You have better grades than me, you're also good at sports, and you're so proficient in using magic. And you're so popular!

and I? Except for my good grades, I can be said to be useless!

I am not good at sports, I can only say that I can barely ride a broom. In terms of learning, I can only memorize things by rote and am not good at using magic.

More importantly, I...I feel like the entire Gryffindor house hates me!

Why? Why are they like this? I am obviously working hard to earn points for the academy and for the honor of Gryffindor.

But while they wasted my hard-earned points, they also resorted to cold violence against me.

My emotional intelligence is not high, but I am not stupid. How could I not see these details? It’s just that I subconsciously don’t want to recall it…”

Hermione poured out her heart in a hazy state, telling Harry her emotions. Tears appeared in her eyes unconsciously, as if she was about to cry.

Harley smiled and listened patiently to what she said before speaking:

"Hermione, you are just too strict with them. The people around you are only eleven years old, the age that cannot tolerate preaching the most.

Believe me, as long as you don't be so strict with others, you will feel much more relaxed.

Hermione, don't worry. It’s still a long time, isn’t it? We still have time to change.

Don't worry, I'm still with you. Go to sleep. After a good sleep, all these worries will be forgotten. "

Spirituality surged in the tent, and Hermione fell into a deep sleep.

Harley let out a sigh of relief. Solving the psychological problems of little girls is really not my strong point!

And Harley can't tell the truth yet. Should she tell Hermione that "the world is not black and white, there is gray in between"?

Hermione's behavior did seem to be right and within the rules.

But Gryffindor itself is not a house that cares much about rules, so Hermione naturally seems to be very unsociable and suffers from rejection.

There are other reasons why Hermione is not popular, but they are not easy to name.

Hermione is simply asleep now, so that Harry can solve her psychological problems without having to have a headache.

"I finally fell asleep." Harley muttered secretly, "But the harvest finally paid off! Such a pure and innocent soul is very good whether it is used as an anchor or as a helper in the future.

And... forget it, I don’t want to anymore. I have to go to bed quickly too. Ah, today is going to be a wonderful night! "

With that said, Harry worked hard to move Hermione to the pillow, and then extinguished the light in the bedroom.

……

At this time, in Dumbledore's principal's office, the principal was spending a sleepless night.

"...I understand, Minerva." Professor Dumbledore flipped through a detailed report in front of him and said softly,

"I will consider the rest of the matter. You can go and rest first!"

Professor McGonagall in front of Professor Dumbledore nodded, and then quickly left the principal's office.

Professor Snape was still in the principal's office.

"Severus, did you find anything unusual tonight?" Dumbledore flipped through the report without raising his head, looking at the autopsy of the troll by the three senior professors.

"No." Professor Snape said confidently, "I found out tonight that Harry did not attend the Halloween dinner.

So I thought that she must not know that there was a troll in the castle, so I went directly to find her. And meeting Weasley on the road just proved my guess.

So when my magic was triggered on the fourth floor, I didn't rush over in time. "

When Professor Dumbledore heard what Professor Snape said so confidently, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he raised his head and looked at him:

"Severus, I must remind you, Harley is not Lily..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Professor Snape.

"I know," Professor Snape said coldly, "but she is one of the few traces of Lily left in this world.

So whoever dares to harm her, I will kill! Not even Voldemort, I'm telling you! "

Dumbledore sighed and fell into silence.

I have a headache, and I haven’t written it until now. I hate being sick.

I was in a very bad state at night. I wonder what the quality of what I wrote was like? If you are dissatisfied with something, tell me directly, or join the group to tell me. I'll take a look at it when I get up tomorrow and make some changes.