young man returning home

Chapter 3 Meet Again

The library is deserted.Huge arbors hold up layers of shadows like umbrella covers to cover the warm sunlight by the window, and birds fly by in the clear blue sky.Standing at this angle, you can see the calm lake of Hogwarts, lazily relaxing in the sun like a large empty mirror.In the past, Hermione often stood in this position overlooking the calm lake of Hogwarts during the breaks of studying with a heavy magic book.But at this time, she thought of Malfoy, that invincible Slytherin boy with eyes as beautiful as the Hogwarts lake.

At such an uneasy special moment, the library was unusually deserted. Hermione trotted all the way over, but there was almost no one in the corridor.The leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, making a slight tapping sound, and the huge reading room actually echoed faintly.

Hermione walked sideways through the tall bookshelves, picked out suitable books one by one skillfully, glanced at them hastily, and shook her head in disappointment, the sunlight just hit a beautiful halo on her brown tousled hair.She lifted a lock of hair and stuck it behind her ear, turned around and cast a "clean up" spell on the full shelf of magic books. The thick parchment that Hermione turned upside down instantly returned to its original position, and the bookshelf shook slightly. Fine dust.

Miss Know-It-All frowned, sighed helplessly, and got nothing!

Perhaps, you should try your luck in the pile of locked black magic books!

Hermione shrugged. She wasn't afraid of those spells. In the second grade, in order to help Harry find the secret of the basilisk, she once broke the spell that blocked the black magic book.In fact, many Hogwarts students can easily break these seemingly cumbersome blocking spells.

Huge bookshelves stand in front of the eyes, and the arched floor-to-ceiling windows hold the satin-like sunlight, like a large mirror polished smooth and inlaid with broken gold. Two comfortable and soft armchairs are lined up by the window, and the gorgeous green velvet curtains stretch out their tentacles. The same slender fringe caresses softly the handle of the bench.It's sunny here, it's really a good place for a date.Hermione thought to herself.

Suddenly, she stopped abruptly!A thin, low, barely audible whimper pierced Hermione's ear, like the buzzing of a poison-tailed wasp's wings.She tiptoed to the back of the bookshelf, and looked curiously through the cracks—the black and capable short ear-length hair was draped in a trivial way, and the sun was gently supporting her chiseled face. It was a little girl's light and satisfied happy smile.A Slytherin!

It's Pansy!

Pure-blooded Miss Pansy Parkinson was sitting upright in a soft armchair - she let Malfoy rest his platinum head on her lap, she was fondling the pale Slytherin boy cheek, as a mother does to her child. ——like, once on the Hogwarts Express, she used to so gently comfort this little Malfoy with an evil smile.

Draco leaned meekly on Miss Parkinson's lap, tears rolled out of his bright and clear eyes like a spring.Drop by drop, it fell on the gorgeous uniform of Slytherin House.Parkinson's hand never stopped stroking Malfoy's platinum-blond hair. All the trust and dependence Malfoy gave her made people jealous.

The happy couple of Slytherin!Hermione tilted her head, trying to keep herself as close to the bookshelf as possible so they wouldn't notice.There was an inexplicable shock in her heart, and she looked at the two people in front of her in extreme surprise, a little in disbelief—it turned out that the low and fine choking just now was not from Miss Parkinson.It's him?

He was crying!

Malfoy never showed his cowardly side in front of outsiders, and Slytherin's good-for-nothing appearance was enough to deceive anyone.Hermione hissed, maybe Pansy wasn't an outsider in Draco's eyes at all!She didn't understand what had happened to make Malfoy cry like a helpless child.Malfoy's indifferent and desperate eyes in the Forbidden Forest suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The damned Slytherin who had been hostile to her for six years pointed at her and sternly said, "Granger, I curse you." The cruel, hateful curse had appeared in her nightmares countless times, and she couldn't get rid of it.She didn't know when she had offended the evil Slytherin, and making him hate her was no longer a child's play.Malfoy hated her, Rodent hated her.

But at that moment just now, Hermione felt a little sympathetic to him, to an annoying Slytherin!

She bit her lower lip hard, damn it!How could she have such a terrible idea!Hermione turned around tiptoely, and she planned to leave here quietly, as if she had never been here today, as if she hadn't seen anything.That's it!No one would have found the old Slytherin on a date here, Malfoy crying in the arms of his little girlfriend.

Well, it's really a good place with plenty of sunshine and suitable for dating. Hermione glanced at the tassels hanging from the dark green curtain with some reluctance. It was the greenest green of honeysuckle.I don't know if Ron and Lavender were secretly kissing here?Miss Know-It-All sniffed sadly.

Got nothing today.After wandering back and forth in front of the black magic bookshelves and cracking countless protective spells, Hermione was sure that she hadn't found any useful information for her. "What a disappointment!" murmured Nutria, who had to get back right away and make sure not to interrupt the romantic date of the two Slytherins.She randomly picked up a book about unicorns from the bookshelf beside her, and planned to leave, "I should bring something back," she said.

Dusk has come.The large floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with a layer of strong light gold, which is as old and vicissitudes as the bordered medieval oil paintings. The stories of knights and princesses in the Muggle world are sealed in the dusty oil paintings.Hermione was a little dumbfounded, the green velvet tassels are very aristocratic, in the Muggle world, this season is a good time to watch movies with the boy you love.At this moment, a tall figure appeared in the window.Her proud platinum-blond hair is always combed meticulously.Hermione was surprised to find that the little Slytherin boy who loves to be mischievous has grown into a handsome gentleman at some point.Life at Malfoy Manor must have been like magic laced with honey.

"That's an amazingly bold idea!" was Pansy's voice!Slytherin's arrogant girl head also has a gentle and unknown side, "But, Draco," she said apologetically, "I can't help you! A Slytherin who knows a little about black magic can't help you, you I know, in fact, you are proficient in black arts and potions, but even you can't do it..."

dark magic!Hermione's heart beat faster, and she involuntarily put her ear close to the bookshelf. Through the gap between the two bookshelves, she could just see the boy's indifferent side face with no expression.Damn it!She was actually eavesdropping on them!

"Slytherin...can't?" came Draco's calm voice. "So, maybe there's someone else who can..."

"Don't be stupid! Draco," Pansy screamed, "Slytherins never ask!"

"But, Pansy," Malfoy's deep voice was full of sorrow, "I'm begging you." He lowered his head and repeated in a barely audible voice, "Malfoy is begging you, Pan Si, I'm out of time."

There was a silence.The strange silence stuck in her heart like a ball of cotton wool, and Hermione took a step back awkwardly, but couldn't restrain her curiosity.What are they talking about!Malfoy... Dark Arts... everything about him?Draco's father was a Death Eater!Hermione kept reminding herself that Slytherins belonged to Voldemort's camp!Malfoy must be trying to hide a secret.

"What an uncultivated Mudblood!" Before Hermione could react, the top of her head was almost hit by blasting magic. Pansy's piercing voice pierced her eardrums, "Have you heard enough, Granger."

Hermione was taken aback!The purple light passed over the top of her head and exploded on the bookshelf behind her. Two strands of brown hair were also scorched, and they were billowing with black smoke.She had to walk around the bookshelf and come out.Pansy shot her an unfriendly glance.

"Granger?" A flash of surprise flashed in Malfoy's light gray eyes, and then he quickly recovered his expressionless face, "Back to the original!" He took out his wand and cast a restoring spell on the bookshelf, " Pansy, there is no such thing as vandalism in Slytherin's rules." Malfoy laughed evilly, "Granger, Gryffindor's code of conduct allows you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations?"

Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment, speaking incoherently: "Ma...Malfoy, I didn't say it, that day..."

Draco was taken aback, raised his eyebrows habitually, and deliberately provoked her: "Oh? What did you see in the Forbidden Forest that day?"

"I... I... saw you..." Hermione met his light gray eyes, and suddenly remembered everything that happened in the Forbidden Forest, and quickly looked back in horror, "I didn't tell Harry and them, they didn't know ..."

Pansy glanced at the book in Hermione's hand, raised her neck and looked at her provocatively: "It seems that the Mudblood really knows everything. I'm curious, Draco, will you stay alive?"

Malfoy didn't speak.

Hermione was gasping for breath, she leaned back stiffly, her whole heart was thumping restlessly as if it was about to jump out of her chest.Damn it!She is asking for her own death!Miss Know-it-All clutched her wand in a trembling hand, struggling to hold on to the last sliver of hope.

"Take it easy, Granger." Pansy sneered.

After a long time, Malfoy's cold lips finally evoked a complex smile: "Don't try to challenge the dignity of a Malfoy! Slytherin refuses any form of insult!" The halo of dusk sprinkled on his platinum-blond hair, he Noble as a knight in an oil painting, Malfoy lowered his voice, and Hermione heard a hint of helplessness, "Whether you say it or not, the final destination of a Malfoy will be Azkaban. Don't pretend Saint, Granger."

Malfoy wearily raised his hand holding the wand: "Pansy, let's go."

Miss Parkinson passed Hermione proudly on her arm. The afterglow of the setting sun dragged Slytherin's shadow longer and longer. In the deep twilight, there were only two figures hugging each other.

Hermione sat on the ground weakly, a trace of loneliness that she had never noticed flashed in her eyes.The thick tassels of the green velvet curtains sway beautifully in the wind.The autumn wind was rippling, and a layer of old frost was buried on the calm lake of Hogwarts.No one knew that at the age of 16, Miss Nutria lost the whole world that she regarded as her life.

The teenager's wanton laughter echoed in the empty reading room: "Granger, I curse you."

At the last moment when Pansy disappeared from her eyes, she still pointed her little finger contemptuously: "Mudblood."

Mudblood Granger.