The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

Hermione never told anyone that she always had a dream.

Ever since she knocked over the crystal ball and walked away from Professor Trelawney's class when she started learning divination in the third grade, she always had a dream every few months.The dream was dark, with only a little bit of starlight, like the roof of the auditorium that everyone saw sleeping bags in the auditorium for Sirius that night.She clearly knew that it was a dream, but she was still unable to move, she didn't even have the strength to turn her head, she could only feel someone hugging her warm and cool skin, and smell the cold fragrance from her nose.The man wore a ring with a strong sense of presence on his hand, and the gemstones on it were so big that they were a little annoying.He kept saying "Don't worry, we'll get out" "Don't sleep" and "I really love you", she knew who it was in the dream, she was happy and sad to hear this, but whenever she wanted to say something She would wake up from her dream at some point, and it seemed that even Merlin didn't want her to know who the person who hugged her and said he loved her was.

If it is an ordinary thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, she must think about who that person is, whether he is her future lover, and whether this dream indicates something.Of course, our Miss Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's know-it-all, is no ordinary 14-year-old girl.A wizard who thinks he doesn't have any prophetic talent at all, and who hates the naughty class of divination will never take this kind of dream to heart. She has enough things to worry about. Excellence has occupied most of her mind, what's more, she is always accompanied by two friends who don't like to study and copy homework. These two friends perfectly showed Gryffindor's "brave and fearless" temperament, not causing trouble It was on the way to get into trouble that she firmly believed that at least half of the points deducted from Gryffindor were due to these two friends, and the other half was due to Ron Weasley's twin brother.

But now is not the time to think about that.

"Harry, Harry? Wake up." Hermione woke up Harry, who seemed to be having a nightmare, with a lamp, and then turned to lift Ron's quilt, "Ron, get up quickly!" "Merlin's beard!" Ron squeezed the quilt tightly on the bed with a look of horror, "Hermione, how can you just lift the quilt of a boy! You really look more and more like my mother."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'll just wait for you, if you don't get up, you won't have time for breakfast."

It turned out that even when they were up, there was no time to give them breakfast.

In Mrs. Weasley's frantic "flying around", magic taffy flies from all corners of the twins' body and flies into Mrs. Weasley's hands, where they are mercilessly thrown into the fireplace and destroyed.So until they left, Mrs. Weasley still didn't give everyone a good face, and the twin brothers went too far, and didn't even say goodbye to their mother. "Behave better!" Facing his mother's exhortation, the twin brothers did not speak or look back.Regarding this situation, Hermione expressed that she could understand it. After all, if the thesis she wrote after spending a summer vacation was thrown into the fireplace like this, she might be even more angry than this.

As for why they got up so early, it was because Mr. Weasley managed to get a ticket for the Quidditch World Cup, and they who hadn't learned apparation had to use the Portkey to reach the venue that the Ministry of Magic had finally found.They met at the top of the hill with Mr. Amos Diggory, a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, and his son, Cedric Diggory, smiling with a battered boot Greeted them politely, and said he had found the Portkey.And Cedric is a seventh-grade student at Hogwarts this year. He looks nothing like his father. He is a very handsome boy. He is the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff College Quidditch team. , can be regarded as a man of the school, just the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Hermione can remember the screams of other girls in her ears.

After exchanging pleasantries and handshakes (not counting the twins who were still mad at their mother and resenting Hufflepuff for beating Gryffindor last year), they huddled around the battered boot and put a finger on it.After Mr. Diggory looked at his pocket watch and counted down to three, everyone felt a hook on their navels, and they spun rapidly.

Obviously, for these fourteen or fifteen-year-old wizards whose magical attainment is not up to standard, using the Portkey is not a pleasant experience.In addition to flying in the air is particularly disgusting, falling on the lawn is also an unbearable pain in life. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric are much worse than them. Su Su's little wizard is much calmer.

In the evening, a group of people came to the competition venue and followed the stairs to the top floor, "I'm right, this is definitely the best place to watch, it doesn't matter how long you wait for this!" Weiss Mr. Lay exclaimed excitedly.

"That's right, you'll be the first to know if it's raining." From the stairs below came a voice familiar to several people, who spoke slowly and with a deliberately protracted tone, seeing that everyone looked at him, The man went on to say, "We were personally invited by the Minister. The really good seats are not available to those of you who get free tickets." The one who spoke was their classmate from Hogwarts, with platinum blonde hair Draco Malfoy with silver-gray eyes, with him is his father Lucius Malfoy who has the same hair color and eye color but has long hair, and his same blonde hair is very beautiful but full Aloof mother Narcissa Malfoy.

"Draco," Lucius Malfoy slapped Draco on the back with his cane, "we need to have aristocratic etiquette and save face for these people. But, oh, Weasley, you can get this It must be really not easy to get a ticket for a seat." The Malfoys seem to speak in the same tone, making one wonder if they have been ordered to slow down and draw their voices since they taught themselves to speak.

"Malfoy!" Ron, who had always been impulsive, couldn't see others slandering his family like this, so he clenched his fists and wanted to rush down.

"Ron!" Hermione and Harry grabbed Ron's arm from left to right, "Don't be as knowledgeable as them!" Hermione whispered, and Harry wanted to pull Ron back to his seat, But Harry stopped in his tracks, and the three of them turned around to find that Lucius' snake staff was firmly fixing Harry's clothes to the railing.

"Let's enjoy it for a while while you're still happy." Lucius bent his mouth and took his snake staff away. "Oh," Lucius turned to Hermione, "this is the 'jack-of-all-trades' lady whom Draco told her about for a summer vacation, and who happened to be a little higher than him in every subject." Hermione never felt "jack-of-all-trades" The title can be so ironic, it seems that every word that comes out of the thin lips of the Malfoy family has a mean meaning. "Draco, I'm really ashamed of you. It's fine if you are surpassed by others, this..." Lucius moved his head up and down, as if looking at Hermione, "If you are messed up by this man again If the young lady of the regiment exceeds, then I will consider the issue of the succession of the Malfoy family."

"Yes, father." Draco bowed his head.

Ron clenched his fists and took out his wand, and even Harry pursed his lips and took out his wand, as if he wanted to cast a curse on Malfoy in front of him.

"Ron! Harry! Forget it! Do you want to break the school rules because of Malfoy!" Hermione grabbed Ron and Harry, turned and led them back to their seats, "Hasn't Malfoy been used to this for a long time?" Someone will give him a hard time!" After sitting down, Hermione comforted her angry friend and glanced at Draco, but they met Draco's eyes, and the two exchanged each other a second later Rolling his eyes, he looked away.

"Did I read it wrong just now, there is another emotion in Malfoy's eyes besides disgusting arrogance, is that... fear?" Hermione lowered her head and thought to herself.But the thoughts were soon interrupted by cheers, and the Irish mascot appeared.

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Even Hermione has to admit that the Quidditch World Cup is definitely the highest level of Quidditch competitions. Even people like her who have no interest in Quidditch and even have a fear of flying broomsticks watch it with relish. Victor Her heart was still pounding now that she had seen that Ronsky feint from Ronsky.Ron has obviously become a qualified Krum blowing, "Oh my God! Can you see, he seems to be flying in the air with the help of the wind!" Ron stood on the table with a hoarse voice, even though Ireland won the game in the end , but Bulgaria's Viktor Krum, who caught the Snitch, was the ultimate winner who gained a large number of fans.Ginny passed by with hot soup, "I think you are in love with him, Ron." The twins also booed together, and the celebratory singing of the Irish outside seemed to become much louder.

"No, it's not right!" Mr. Weasley went out and saw the fire outside, came in from outside the tent, and said hurriedly, "Go to the portkey, it's not right, it's not the Irish celebrating!" Weasley Mr. grabbed Ginny and pushed her to the side of the twins, "Ginny will be handed over to you! Hold your wands!" Mr. Weasley scrambled into the crowd and disappeared.

Everyone went out and saw tents on fire everywhere, and men in black wearing black hoods and horror masks holding torches and singing weird songs.People screamed and fled in all directions, and the few people who didn't pull each other very tightly were quickly dispersed.

"Harry! Ron!" Hermione looked around helplessly with her wand, trying to turn around to find the figures of other people. Soon, she was carried forward by the flow of people, and she was staggered here and there.When Hermione almost fell to the ground, a cool hand grabbed her wrist.

"Thank you!" Hermione subconsciously said, and looked at the person who saved her from being trampled. The man wore the same black hood as the one who caused the panic, and Hermione subconsciously wanted to scream.

"Mudblood, shut your mouth!" came a familiar voice from under the black hood that Hermione hated, "Your own courage to run around is a match for your perpetually tangled hair."

After recognizing who was holding her, Hermione didn't want to scream anymore, but got goosebumps all over her body. She flicked her wrist, subconsciously wanting to break free.

"No matter how much you run around, you will become one of the people who hang upside down in the air and show their panties." Draco whispered, Hermione remembered the person who was unconsciously floating above the masked crowd before, and hit a shiver. "You think I'm willing to touch the wrist of a dirty Mudblood?" Draco said, but he led Hermione along with the crowd, no matter how crowded the crowd was, he didn't let go Hermione's wrist until they saw the Weasley family's trademark red hair.

Draco shook off Hermione, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands carefully, the thin lips exposed under the hood, the corners of his mouth curled down, as if he had been stained with the dirtiest thing in the world After wiping the rubbish, he threw the silk scarf on the ground, "Mudblood, have you seen the red hair? You better not run around if you don't want to die." After finishing speaking, Draco pulled his hand Hood, turned and left, from the beginning to the end, Hermione did not see Draco's face, only saw a strand of platinum blonde hair.

Hermione touched her wrist, "Is he saving me? Is his worry and fear just because he is afraid of what will happen tonight?" Hermione looked at the silk scarf on the ground and lost her mind.

"Hermione! My God, I finally found you!" Ron's voice interrupted Hermione's trance, "Where's Harry?"

Hermione looked up and saw Ron and the others standing in front of her, "I don't know! I've been looking for him too! Let's go find Harry!" Hermione's heart was broken by Harry's disappearance Tall, hurriedly followed Ron to leave, glanced out of the corner of the eye at the handkerchief embroidered with a little snake that was abandoned by its owner and had been trampled beyond recognition, touched his wrist again, "I didn't expect to be in so many places. Among the people, the one who pulls me the tightest is Malfoy, and...does Malfoy also have temperature?"