Together [HP]

"It's nice to see you in your bed." When Jacqueline woke up again, Pansy was already doing makeup in front of her small mirror.

"I'm also very happy to see my bed." Jacqueline crawled out of her quilt, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"

"Busley, Malfoy, I, and I are going to visit the Quidditch pitch. I heard that the Gryffindors are going to practice today, so we're going to have some fun for ourselves. Otherwise, I'm going to collapse."

"Have you finished your homework?" Jacqueline asked curiously.

"Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall's homework is all done." Pansy closed her makeup box smartly, "As for other things, everything should be prioritized, right." She flattened her mouth , "Not to mention you and Granger copying my homework." She glanced at her watch, "Oh, speaking of which, your birthday is Halloween, right?"

"What, you suddenly want to give me a birthday present?" Jacqueline got up from the bed and moved her body.

Pansy shrugged noncommittally.

"See you tonight then."

"See you tonight."

After Jacqueline washed up, she went directly to the auditorium to eat.Since it was already past the time for breakfast and it was not yet time for lunch, there were only some simple pastries and a few bottles of juice on the table in the auditorium.

Jacqueline casually tucked in a few chocolate chip cookies and blueberry trifle and poured herself some orange juice.Start thinking about where you are going.

It's rare that the weather is so good. Before winter comes, she really wants to go to the big tree by the lake and close her eyes for a while.But Pansy said that the Gryffindor Quidditch team was going to practice, and the Slytherins were at a show.This definitely guarantees a hilarity.

As for the library, well, the know-it-all lady should be writing there now.Thinking of the know-it-all, Jacqueline felt that she was about to lose her temper.

She really thought that after she personally shattered the hope she had given herself, if she cried and apologized a few times, she would forgive her?It's a shame her trust doesn't come that cheap.

Then why don't I go there?Jacqueline looked at her plate, frowning.It's not that I'm afraid of her, and I haven't done anything wrong.What am I guilty of?

Jacqueline nodded to herself, picked up her schoolbag, went straight up the stairs, and into the library.

Hermione was indeed there, completely buried in the pile of books beside her.

Jacqueline patted her chest, that's fine, then she shouldn't disturb Miss Granger when she was writing furiously.Jacqueline walked towards the other side of the library while thinking.

But why does it feel like I'm avoiding her?Jacqueline put her schoolbag aside, shook her head firmly, and pushed the thought out of her head.She glanced at the bright sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.This kind of weather is the most comfortable, neither the heat of summer nor the biting coldness of winter, now you should bask in the warm sunshine outside, sit by the lake and read a book quietly, maybe you can close your eyes. Rest your eyes for a while.

Jacqueline closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was sitting beside the sparkling lake instead of this library full of books.Maybe it was because she had practiced well recently, or maybe it was because the sun was too warm, Jacqueline found herself falling asleep again.

She was standing in a small ward, the light inside was somewhat dim, only a narrow window was opened high on the wall opposite the door, and the light was mainly provided by the crystal bubbles gathered in the center of the ceiling.

A woman with messy brown hair was lying pale and weak on the hospital bed, looking tenderly at the swaddle in the hands of a red-haired man in front of her.

"Show me, Ron." She stood on tiptoe, grabbed Ron's shoulder and looked over, a newborn baby was sleeping soundly in the swaddle. "She's so cute, just like her mother," she said cheerfully. "I'm so happy for you, I mean," she glanced at Ron, who looked a little dissatisfied. "This is your first child."

"I wish she had your head, Hermione," muttered Ron. "Where's Harry? He said he'd be here right after work."

"I think it always takes him a while to park." She took the baby from Ron eagerly. "You know how difficult it is to park around here."

As she spoke, she teased the baby with her hands. "Harry and I always wanted a girl, I'm not complaining, but two boys? I grew up with a room full of boys."

Hermione smiled faintly, opened her hand, took the baby, and studied it carefully.

"I really didn't expect that you would have a baby so soon." She said a little excitedly, "I mean, it seems like I just attended your wedding yesterday."

"That's almost a year," said Ron sullenly.He looked at the door anxiously, "Where's Harry? Why hasn't he come yet? I'll have to..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A black-haired man hurriedly pushed the door and walked in, "It's really hard to park the car now. By the way, I just saw it below..."

Jacqueline slowly opened her eyes, she wasn't sure what had woken her up, just like she wasn't sure what she had just seen.She seemed, as if she saw Hermione...

"Are you awake?" Hermione's voice sounded beside her, she was startled and rubbed her eyes.She looked at Hermione Granger who was sitting next to her, buried in the pile of books, very confused.How did she remember that she didn't sit beside Hermione before she fell asleep? Could it be that she was sleepwalking?This is impossible.However, if Hermione moved here specially...

Jacqueline looked at the pile of books and fell into bewilderment.

"Have you finished the paper on self-pollinating bushes assigned by Professor Sprout?" Hermione asked selfishly.

"I finished writing this morning." Jacqueline yawned big, and got up from the table, "But, I'm sorry, I'm just curious. Did I sleepwalk and sit at your desk, or you moved here. "

"Most of the reference books we're going to use are the same." Hermione frantically wrote on the parchment as she flipped through a thick parchment book in front of her. Ridiculous. Also, I've taken all the reference books that are helpful for this paper. I mean, if you haven't written it, there's no need to look elsewhere. But since you've written It's over..."

"So you brought such a large pile of books here?" Jacqueline asked in disbelief.

"I think if we need to do homework together, it can save a lot of time and energy." Hermione blushed slightly and said to the parchment in front of her.

Jacqueline glanced at her sideways, and pulled out another roll of parchment from her schoolbag, "I need to write the paper on arithmetic and divination. Do you have any relevant reference books here?"

"Analysis and divination?" Hermione raised her head in surprise, "But, it won't be handed in until three weeks later."

"That doesn't mean it doesn't have to be paid," Jacqueline said.

Hermione put down the quill in her hand, and looked at Jacqueline with a very serious expression, "You looked terrible yesterday, did you do your homework around the clock this week? You will burn your body Bad. And I noticed that you've been having trouble concentrating for a few lessons, so what are you going to learn if you don't pay attention?"

"I've got a bad face because my mom added another 'extracurricular activity' to me." Jacqueline resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and then, before Hermione could open her mouth again, she held up a finger to stop her. Hermione said, "If you want to know, you really have to ask my mother. I'm not being sarcastic, it's a family secret."

Hermione glared at Jacqueline angrily, she put down the pen in her hand, and took out a neatly folded newspaper from her pocket. "Did you read today's paper?"

"You may be able to look in the fireplace of our house to see if there is any burn left. It should be on the ashes of the letters you sent me during the summer vacation." Jacqueline said lazily, and then she Seeing the threatening expression on Hermione's face, "Okay," she frowned impatiently, "what happened?"

Hermione pushed the newspaper in front of Jacqueline, pointed to a small article less than an inch long, at the bottom of the column, "Read this."

Jacqueline looked down, the headline read: Trespassing the Ministry of Magic

Sturgi Podmore, aged 38, who lives at No. 2 Laburnum Park, Clapham District, was tried in the Wizengamot a few days ago, charged with trespassing and attempting to commit robbery at the Ministry of Magic on August 8.Podmore was captured by Ministry of Magic guard Eric Munch, who found him trying to break through a Class 31 security door at one o'clock in the morning.Podmore refused to defend himself, was found guilty of both charges, and was imprisoned in Azkaban for six months.

"Level one security door?" Jacqueline squinted her eyes involuntarily. "Very interesting."

"What's behind that door?" Hermione asked, lowering her voice. "No one is going to be judged for trying to break through a secret door."

"It depends on the door..." Jacqueline stopped there, and she looked up. "Why do you care about this?"

"I just wanted to know why someone would go to the Ministry of Magic at one o'clock in the morning," Hermione whispered.

"No," Jacqueline shook her head slowly. "The person at the Ministry of Magic at one o'clock in the morning may be a staff member or a security guard. If you don't know him, you won't think of this question at all. So," Jacqueline Raising her eyebrows, she said sharply, "What you want to know is why this person appeared in a place where he shouldn't be at a time when he shouldn't be there. And, I think you already have the answer, You just want to verify to see if what you think is correct."

"Okay," Hermione admitted quickly, "Ron thinks the Ministry of Magic suspects that he and Dumbledore are on the same side, so they're just trying to lure him to the Ministry of Magic, in order to make up some excuses, so that he Grab it. And I think he's right, and I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case."

Jacqueline sneered and shook her head, "You guys are still too naive. Think about it, if you were Fudge, you caught an accomplice who was suspected to be Dumbledore, and you committed some crimes, or, They have evidence, real or forged, that he broke the law..."

Jacqueline picked up the newspaper and stood it up in front of her. She pointed to the report, "Will you only use such a small piece of inconspicuous space? Especially after you spent the whole summer vacation to hype , Potter is a liar and Dumbledore is a madman."

Hermione frowned involuntarily.

"I'll let this story occupy the entire first page, and then use this matter to threaten Dumbledore. Just suspecting that he directed people to illegally break into the Ministry of Magic is more effective than my whole summer of nonsense. .”

"But you..." Jacqueline raised an eyebrow, and Hermione pursed her lips. "I mean, Fudge didn't do it. And he didn't do it because..." Hermione thought hard , "Because he has no evidence to prove that this matter was instructed by Dumbledore."

"That's why he interrogated Podmore, probably hoping to get something from him. But," Jacqueline raised a finger, "this just proves that the invasion is real. So, this is Back to the original question..."

"What the hell is behind that door!" Hermione said impatiently.

"And, why did that Podmore go, and who instructed it?" Jacqueline glanced at her watch, threw her parchment back into her bag, and stood up, "It looks like it's for dinner It's time, then, goodbye. But," her eyes lingered on the newspaper for a while, "Fudge will not let him pass this matter easily, and he will definitely make use of it."

When Jacqueline passed by Hermione, Hermione gathered her courage and took her hand, "I'm sorry."

Jacqueline looked at her and slowly pulled her hand out. She said coldly, "I don't need your apology."