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

"Yes, children. The sword of Gryffindor is one of the few weapons in the world that can destroy a Horcrux. Thanks to Harry, who bravely faced it and killed the basilisk in his second year." .I think Gryffindor himself would thank you if he knew." Dumbledore stroked the Gryffindor sword and smiled at Harry.

Harry returned a slightly shy smile from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said again, "So, apart from the sword, what else can destroy the Horcrux?" He is now like an ordinary teacher in class, asking his students.

"I know, sir." Hermione raised her hand. Harry and Ron were not surprised. Even Dumbledore had expected it a long time ago. He nodded with satisfaction, "please tell me, Miss Granger .”

"The fangs of the Basilisk, and Fiendflame," said Hermione.

"That's right," Dumbledore applauded Hermione, "If this was a real class, Gryffindor would have scored twenty points again. It's a pity." Dumbledore blinked, " However, you must know that Fiendfire is an evil fire that is very difficult to control, so don't use it lightly."

"Okay, okay, now stand a little farther away, children, you know, this is Voldemort's Horcrux, even if it is just an object, there is great dark magic."

"Come on, Harry, open this locket."

"Huh? Me? Open?" Harry looked blank.

"That's right, Harry, you open it." Dumbledore nodded, "Son, I just want to give you a hint, this is Voldemort's Horcrux."

Harry muttered, "Voldemort's Horcruxes, Voldemort... oh!" He slapped his forehead, "I might know, Professor, I'll try."

Dumbledore stepped aside from the locket and motioned Harry forward.

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his mouth, but what came out of his mouth was another language, "Open." It was Parseltongue.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, then let Harry back again.

The locket was opened, and black smoke came out of it. It looked like two figures staring at each other with clasped hands.

Dumbledore looked at the black smoke, his expression unchanged, but his eyes were slightly moist.He didn't give the locket a chance to bewitch people, after all, he had seen this scene many times, in the Mirror of Erised, and in his dreams.He raised his sword and slashed at the shadow who had parted the locket and was about to speak to him.All it took was one sword strike, and the locket screamed and burst open.

Harry watched with Hermione and Ron, very puzzled in his heart, "Who are those two people?" Harry wanted to ask, but seeing Hermione shook his head slightly, he closed his mouth.Harry didn't see it, but Hermione saw the moisture in the old Headmaster's eyes.

"Ah!" Harry suddenly hugged his head and squatted on the ground yelling.

"What's the matter?" Hermione quickly helped Harry up, "What's the matter, Harry?"

"It's Voldemort! He knows! He knows a Horcrux has been destroyed!" Harry said with pain.

"Harry, how can you still see Voldemort's mind?" Hermione said reproachfully.

Dumbledore went over to sit Harry on a chair and handed him a cup of hot chocolate, "Harry really doesn't have the talent for Occlumency," he sighed, "it's because Voldemort couldn't control his emotions, so Harry I just felt it. Otherwise, Voldemort wouldn't want Harry in his head all the time, after all, he's going to do too many bad things."

"Is Harry better?" Dumbledore asked.

"Better, sir, I can't see it anymore. Voldemort is losing his temper, and he killed a lot of people." Harry said, clutching his scar.

Dumbledore nodded, "Okay, I see, Voldemort is probably going to speed up, and we are going to speed up too."

The three of Harry were puzzled, "What, sir?"

Dumbledore smiled, "It's okay, children, when it's time for you to play, it will naturally be your turn. I think you have experienced enough tonight, now go back to bed and rest."

Hermione followed Harry and Ron out, but stopped on the way out, "Wait for me."

She turned and closed the door, "Professor, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, please."

"Is Draco good at Occlumency too?" Hermione asked, fingers twisting at the hem of her clothes.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Of course, Miss Granger."

Hermione's fingers tensed suddenly, then relaxed again, "Okay, I see, thank you professor, good night."

"I still have to say, Miss Granger," Dumbledore sat behind the desk and clasped his hands, "you really are the smartest little wizard of your age."

"Good night, Miss Granger."

Hermione took the "escalator" down.

"What did you say?" Ron asked, supporting Harry, who was still recovering.

"I didn't say anything, I just confirmed a problem with Professor Dumbledore." Hermione said, she couldn't tell whether she was in a relaxed mood or worried.

"Huh?" Harry and Ron looked at her together.

Hermione didn't say it directly. She didn't say it when she guessed it at the time, just to prevent Voldemort from secretly peeping at Harry's thoughts. However, since Dumbledore said that Voldemort would close his brain by himself, then... probably can Say it.However, she still didn't dare to say more.

"I still remember that I expressed my distrust of someone to Professor Dumbledore." Hermione paused, "and Professor Dumbledore said that we should believe him. Harry, Professor Dumbledore has followed Did you say the same thing?"

Harry nodded, "Professor Dumbledore told me that I should trust my classmates, just like he always trusted his colleague, Professor Snape."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to say, too," said Hermione. "We should probably trust him, it's not that bad. We're going to trust Professor Dumbledore's judgment, aren't we?"

Harry looked at Hermione, who was obviously nervous, and finally nodded, "Since you all said so, let me try to believe him."

"What? What are you talking about?" Ron was still confused.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and laughed, "It's nothing Ron, it's nothing, ignorance is bliss."

Hermione returned to the chairman's lounge, not surprised to see Draco sitting on the sofa as if waiting for her.

He was still sitting by his favorite fireplace, still wearing the same clothes Hermione had seen in Dumbledore's office, but with the outer sweater off and a few buttons loose at the neck.With the gold-rimmed eyes he used to wear in the lounge, the hair was back to the length and shape she knew best, bouffant and glossy.The fire reflected on his face, making his perennially pale face red with blood.

"Draco like this has warmth." Hermione thought to herself.

In fact, Draco doesn't look like a little snake in terms of his liking for fireplaces, because no little snake likes a burning flame.

"Miss Granger, if you see me silent again, I'll think you're in love with me." Before Hermione could speak, Draco, who was sitting on the sofa, spoke first, with an obvious smile.

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you!" Hermione said stubbornly.

"Okay, okay," Draco reached out and gestured to Hermione's sofa, "I didn't wait so long to argue with you about who fell in love with whom."

Hermione nodded her head, as if she suddenly remembered something, hurried upstairs, "Wait a minute."

Draco stared at the back of Hermione, who was busy and didn't know what she was doing, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't realize.He thought for a while, waved his wand, and two goblets and a bottle of mead appeared on the table.

Hermione came down the stairs with a wrapped gift box and handed it to Draco.

Draco took it and shook it in his ear, "What is this?"

"Christmas presents." Hermione didn't look up, as if she suddenly had a strong interest in the threads on her clothes.

"Hahahaha, please, miss, it's been more than a month since Christmas, and you just remembered to give me a Christmas present?" Draco said with a smile.

"That's better than you didn't give it to me at all!" Hermione continued to retort with her head down.

Draco shook his head, "Then shall I open it?" He stroked the bow on the gift box, and then opened the gift box.

Hermione lowered her head, and all she could see was Draco's slender, white fingers nimbly undoing the bow. Of course, she didn't miss that touch, that kind of tenderness, just like stroking a lover's hand.Her face turned red again, and she gritted her teeth secretly, "This Draco, how can you take off a bow so slowly!"

"It's a tie." Draco admired.

Hermione finally raised her head and saw the undisguised smile on Draco's face and the joy in his eyes as he took out his tie.The fire from the fireplace shone in his eyes like stars twinkling in the Milky Way.

"Like it?" Hermione asked.

Draco looked at the dark green tie in his hand, with silver thread woven diagonally and a little snake embroidered underneath, and nodded, "I like it very much, thank you, Hermione. It's just..." He raised the tie and pointed to That little snake, "I have to say, isn't this embroiderer's craftsmanship not very good? But the flaws do not conceal the virtues."

Draco, who was talking, didn't miss the tension in Hermione's eyes as he pointed at the snake.How could he not know that this tie looks like a craft from the Muggle world, and this little snake, obviously not what a Muggle might know, is very similar to the right little snake on his handkerchief.

"As long as you like it." Hermione said, flipping the little snake under the tie, thinking, it will definitely look better next time, this time it's just unskilled.

That's right, this little snake, which is almost as thick as its head and tail, was made by Hermione with her wand. If you can go upstairs, you will find a copy of "Encyclopedia of Magical Embroidery Crafts" on her desk .

Draco opened the wax seal of the wine, poured two glasses of wine, and handed a glass to Hermione, "Try it, this one has low alcohol content, it's sweet, you girls should like it."

Hermione took it and smelled it, indeed, there was no smell of alcohol, it smelled like honey.

"So, what did you tell Professor Dumbledore?" Draco asked, putting his tie away.

"We destroyed a Horcrux." Hermione said bluntly, when she confirmed her thoughts with Dumbledore again, she decided that she would have nothing to hold back in front of Draco.

"What?" Draco obviously didn't know about the Horcrux, "What is it?"

"Locket, Slytherin's locket."

Hermione was visibly relieved to see Draco.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a locket." Draco wiped off the cold sweat that broke out at that moment.

"Did you know about the locket?" Hermione asked.

Draco shook his head, "I don't know that, but I can probably guess. After all, I'm not the only Slytherin in school."

At this time, Draco's eyes were cold, and even the fire couldn't warm him.

"Professor Dumbledore said Voldemort would step up," said Hermione.

"Yes, so, we have to speed up." Draco stared at Hermione and said, "Thank you for trusting me, Hermione."

Draco could almost guess the purpose of Hermione's gift for him. Although these Gryffindors were proud and reckless, their inner softness and kindness were fully displayed in Hermione.He knew from the very beginning that this little girl with disheveled hair and head held high was actually as soft as a cotton candy.

"Thank you for trusting me too, Draco."

They looked at each other in the light of the candle, and Draco's silver-gray eyes were dyed the color of chocolate.

At this time, a parasite snaked down from the roof.

"It's parasitic again." Draco smiled, "It's still Valentine's Day."

Hermione blushed again. Did she go crazy? She forgot that today was Valentine's Day, and even gave away the tie that she didn't find a chance to give away today.She looked at Draco with a smirk, and she might have an inexplicable expectation in her heart that she didn't know.

"Okay, okay, for the sake of the extra Christmas present you gave today," Draco stood up and approached Hermione, "and the fact that the chocolates they gave were not tasty."

Hermione's heart beat like a drum, she closed her eyes, and smelled the familiar cold fragrance approaching.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Hermione."

A kiss landed on Hermione's forehead.Different from the wine-scented kiss in the fourth grade, this kiss smelled a little bit of chocolate, and the cool lips actually touched the hot forehead.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked into Draco's eyes. In a daze, she seemed to see the tenderness that could be called "love" that would never appear in the eyes of a Malfoy.

Hermione hurriedly pushed away Draco, who was leaning on her back and kissing her, and went upstairs as if fleeing.

Draco, on the other hand, touched his lips, feeling his sudden heartbeat, closed his eyes, and smiled very gently, "Why do I seem to be really..." A sigh came from his slightly parted lips escaped, and no one heard.

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