[HP] Kiss you in glory

The weather at Hogwarts in early October is sunny but windy.Hogwarts students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade could spend a pleasant Saturday there, and Harry finally ended his detention at Umbridge, sitting in the library on a blustery night While checking the potion ingredients needed for the homework assigned by Snape, Theodore and Draco walked in side by side with their pockets in their pockets. Draco opened the seat, and Theodore approached Harry and the three Bookshelves near where people sit.

Draco glanced in their direction, a sneer curled up on his lips, but the corners of his mouth soon dropped again.Theodore took two books on the Defense Against the Dark Arts course and sat across from Draco, blocking his view of the three and Harry's hostile eyes.

From the first Sunday of school, all the students in the school knew that Slytherin would not have a head of house this year-of course, it was not that no one participated in the challenge. Mons, the seventh grader, wanted to force his way in. The wall was shot ten meters away, and Darryl laughed at him.

Draco and Theodore spent more time together, and even Goyle and Crabbe seldom followed them. The only thing that remained constant was that he was still at odds with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

When Snape relentlessly criticized Harry's potions in class for not being even as good as a first-year student, he sneered gleefully from the other side of the aisle; Ron and Harry followed Gryffindor Quidditch When the odd team was training on the field, several Slytherin boys headed by Crabbe and Goyle interfered with the training progress in the stands.

"Weasley, from which bin in Diagon Alley did you pick that broom up? Couldn't your father afford a more decent broom?"

"Have you booked a bed at the hospital, Weasley?"

"Be careful not to get hit in the head by the Bludger, I will be very sorry not to see you on the court doing a clown show with your teeth and claws."

And Draco would sometimes come slowly in front of them, lift his pale pointed face, and give out to the Gryffindor players, his words were as mean as Snape.

"I can target him now, let me put a jinx on him." Ron pulled out his wand, teeth gnashing with hatred.

"If you're not worried about being locked up by Umbridge." Harry said, and Ron took a deep breath, poking the parchment with his wand angrily.Harry glanced out of the corner of the eye at Hermione, who sat next to them, as he flipped through the pages of the book.

Hermione had already completed the homework assigned by the professors—Harry believed that even if she had no memory of her previous life, she could complete the homework perfectly, and tutored him and Ron bitterly.

Since being discharged from the hospital, Hermione has seldom spoken, but her mood is stable - at least until now, nothing has happened.She had lost a lot of weight and grown a little taller, her long unkempt hair was combed into a smooth and loose ponytail.

She maintained an outsider's indifferent attitude towards those troublesome Slytherins, and more often buried herself in a remote corner of the Hogwarts library.

But... that chaos seemed to have left an aftereffect on her.

She doesn't look into Harry's face when she talks to him, Harry thinks she doesn't want to see his green eyes; she rarely takes out her wand to cast spells, because she has regained her magic powers, no wand magic and silent magic; she would sometimes write long, long letters and hand them to Hedwig for delivery.

When Sirius used the double-sided mirror to contact Harry, he would also ask about Hermione's recent situation. Apart from the above changes, Hermione's everything was fine. This kind of goodness was maintained on the surface, and no one could know where it was. What is hidden under the calm face.

Harry didn't want to touch sad things, and never asked her about the stories that happened in her previous life. Memories are a giant beast, which will swallow all reason and release infinite pain and sorrow.

When it was curfew time, Hermione put the finished book back on the shelf, she packed the things in a small bag, and Harry and Ron followed her out of the library.On the way back to the common room, they ran into Neville, where Fred and George brothers were selling quick-acting class skipping sugar, and Hermione confiscated some of the test items.

Looking at Hermione's unhappy face, Fred and George didn't dare to smile. Ron rubbed his nose and whispered to Harry, "It seems that Gryffindor will have a second McGonagall in the future."

Crookshanks was drowsy on the sofa, he got up and jumped to Hermione's feet, followed her back to the bedroom.

Hermione's current life is very simple-it hasn't changed much from before. In the first week of early October, she and Harry Ron went to the Potions classroom as usual. Pu stood on the podium, silently watching them take their seats; they were practicing the spell to make mice disappear in McGonagall's Transfiguration class, and Hermione, who didn't need to practice, sat alone and looked at a book about magic from the library. Distorted books, ask Professor McGonagall some questions from time to time, and it is the same in Flitwick's class.

She went to the principal's office after an arithmetic and divination class on Wednesday, chatted with Dumbledore, mentioned the prophecy ball and the Horcrux, and hoped that he would deploy it earlier, but Dumbledore didn't seem worried, kindly Ask about her recent studies and state of mind.

"Enjoy your time, Hermione," said Dumbledore. "This is one of the few days you - can play as much as you like."

"Enjoying time?" Hermione repeated deadpan, and Dumbledore nodded softly.

"I'm enjoying my time now, Professor Dumbledore." Hermione said, "Get rid of Voldemort as soon as possible, and I will be able to complete seven years of study at Hogwarts and start working after I get the NEWTs assessment certificate."

"Have you ever thought about what you are going to do in the future?" Dumbledore said, "You used to..."

"I used to work in the Ministry of Magic," Hermione said calmly, "Now, I hope to stay at Hogwarts."

"Stay at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, I hope to stay at Hogwarts after graduation and apply for a job as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Harry and Ron's homework couldn't be done on Friday night, and they had to attend Quidditch training two or three times a week. Hermione quickly helped them correct the mistakes in the Transfiguration homework, and the two boys Grateful.

"Hermione, if you could show me your Potions essay..." Ron was interrupted mercilessly by Hermione, "That's impossible, you need to write it yourself."

Ron fell on top of Harry, who was drawing.

"Don't be like this, Hermione, you will be rewarded for helping mankind." He said sincerely, and Hermione looked at him with a half-smile, "What kind of reward can you offer?"

Ron rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I can give you a promise that will last forever."

Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It's better to put this kind of routine on other girls." She crossed her legs and slowly rolled Crookshanks who jumped onto her lap. "I guess they will like it very much."

"Merlin..." Ron sighed, "Then I might as well break myself in half—why can't there be 48 hours in a day?"

"Because it's determined by the movement of celestial bodies." Hermione said casually.

She suddenly stopped talking, and slowly stopped touching Crookshanks' hand, her brown eyes stared at a certain point in the air without blinking.Harry and Ron followed her gaze, and Ron looked puzzled, "Hermione, who are you looking at?"

"I feel...as if someone is there." Hermione said softly, Crookshanks moved in her arms, and gently pressed his head against her hand.

"You're hallucinating, Hermione." Ron rolled his eyes. "How can someone be invisible in the common room? Did Fred George and the others invent invisibility candy?"

"Maybe they'll do that," Harry continued.

Hermione frowned slightly, and said to the air, "The human form appears."

There was no movement, Hermione's furrowed eyebrows were loosened, her expression was still calm, she lowered her eyes and continued to stroke Crookshanks' fur, the big ginger cat flicked its tail, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, she threw Leaving aside the topic of forming a DA, both Harry and Ron agreed to meet those interested in the matter when they left for Hogsmeade tomorrow.

Harry had actually asked her in private if she had done this before, so he was not afraid when he knew it.

It was just that he hadn't expected so many people to come to the Hog's Head, and was annoyed that some of them just wanted to hear about his day at the graveyard.

"Last semester, Dumbledore just told us that Anne Potter was tortured and seriously injured by a mysterious person and was hospitalized," Zacharias Smith said contemptuously, Cedric frowned at the side, and Qiu sat next to him, "He didn't Speaking of specific details, we haven't seen Anne Potter, and you are the only one who said that the mysterious man is back, and the third project is inherently risky—"

"I'm not in the mood to discuss with you how I saw my sister being tortured by Voldemort with my own eyes," Harry said coldly, suppressing his anger, "Of course, if you are willing to experience a few Cruciatus Curses, I have nothing to say."

Neville sat in the chair closest to the three of Harry, his body trembling subconsciously.Smith didn't move, neither did the others, and Harry gave Hermione a glare. If these people just wanted to hear the story of the tortured Potter brothers and sisters in the cemetery - or "bizarre lies" -

Hermione looked as usual, and said to Smith in a calm tone:

"You know, I've never liked those self-righteous people--although sometimes I do myself, Voldemort has returned, and I'm sure he'll find ways to release the imprisoned Death Eaters in Azkaban soon-- —and they killed and tortured the relatives of many Hogwarts students, and I don't think anyone would want to see a deserving enemy set free."

Everyone fell silent, Neville and a girl with braids in the crowd—Susan Bones of Hufflepuff changed their expressions slightly.

"Just because we're protected in the school doesn't mean we don't deserve to know the truth," said Hermione. "The Ministry of Magic sent a corrupt official with a terrifying desire for control to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts—the ultimate Course professors who need practice do everything possible to prevent us from learning useful things and learning some dead theories from books."

"Why?" asked Ernie MacMillan immediately.

"Because the Ministry of Magic has some absurd ideas - they are worried that Dumbledore will use students to form an army to resist the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said that almost everyone was shocked when they heard the news, only Luna said: "Yes, that makes sense. Fudge has his own secret army."

Harry blinked, obviously surprised.

"Yes, he has an army of Heliopaus." Luna said seriously, and Hermione looked at her, as if there was a battle between heaven and man in her heart, and finally showed a very shallow smile.

"Perhaps you may be right," she said, and Harry and Ron looked at her in amazement, "—but our present subject is not Fudge's army, and if you want to learn some useful spells, learn some Defend against the spell, and agree that Harry will teach us, get the list down, sign your name, and keep the story to yourself - not to Umbridge or anyone else."

"What—me?" Harry said in surprise, "Hermione, I can't—"

"You can do it," said Hermione sternly, and Harry watched her expression and shut his mouth obediently.

"Can you conjure a physical Patronus?" Susan Burns said, and Harry was surprised, "You... I don't think you know Mrs. Burns?"

"She's my aunt, so you conjured a stag Patronus?"

"Harry killed the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets with the sword of Gryffindor," said Terry Boot. "The portrait on the wall tells me..."

"Harry protected the Philosopher's Stone in first year—" "It was the Philosopher's Stone, Neville." "—yes, took it from You-Know-Who."

"You also completed the projects of the Triwizard Tournament by yourself..." Cedric said with a smile, "It really made me sad for a long time that I wasn't selected."

Qiu added from the side: "What's more, if what Harry said is true, then he escaped from the mysterious man again..."

"Yeah, it's a pity that Anne is not so lucky." Cedric said with concern, "We haven't known the details of Anne since the end of last semester. Harry, can you tell us?"

Everyone fell silent again, and countless eyes stayed on Harry. He felt that his mouth was a little dry and bitter.

At this time, Hermione took out a piece of parchment. She asked Harry to sign his name first, and then signed with Ron. Fred readily took the parchment, and urged the people behind to sign after signing.

"I can't tell," said Harry. "It's a secret...for her safety, that's all."

He saw obvious disappointment on the faces of several people.

People walked out of the Hog's Head pub slowly, and Hermione didn't bother to pierce Mundungus, who was sitting in the corner wrapped in gauze, and picked up Butterbeer and Harry and Ron and walked outside.But she always felt that something was wrong, and from the moment she entered the Hog's Head, something changed——

She turned her head and found that a man in black robe sitting opposite Mundungus had disappeared.

When the sun was setting, the students returned to Hogwarts. After finishing their purchases, they returned to the auditorium for dinner. On the staff table, Dumbledore was chatting with Snape, looking happy, and Snape was black Qi's eyes scanned the lively four tables.

The magic ceiling of the auditorium is a night sky scattered with shining stars. It looks peaceful and peaceful. They spend some time in the evening doing their homework, get up early the next day, and come to the auditorium for breakfast.

They took their homework outside the castle and sat under the beech tree to read and check information. The sun shone warmly on them, and the sparkling water of the Black Lake became extremely shiny because of the sun's rays.

Hermione leaned against the tree trunk, taking a nap with her eyes closed.The sound of the owl flapping its wings was getting closer and closer to her ears, and the slight sound of landing on the grass made her open her eyes. The mighty and tall golden owl rubbed its head affectionately against her hand, and Hermione stroked it slowly. In his head, a face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Feeling irritated, she closed her eyes and drove that face out of her mind.Occlumency was working efficiently, and by the time she touched Chris again, her mind had returned.

They stayed by the lake until the afternoon, happy that Harry and Ron had finally finished all their homework, and started packing their schoolbags to discuss new tactics for tomorrow night's Quidditch practice.Hermione listened in silence, she's never been too fond of Quidditch.

This was a very ordinary dinner. While the students were eating, several professors were discussing something instead of eating. McGonagall and Dumbledore were smiling, Flitwick seemed a little excited, and Snape ...Snape was not on the staff table, and Umbridge, who was sitting next to him, looked sullen, scanning the surroundings of the auditorium with her... sinister eyes as she drank.

Then Dumbledore got up and left the teaching bench, and Snape appeared at the entrance of the room next to the teaching bench, his face was no longer that numb hollow, although his face was not good to see.Snape and Dumbledore spoke in low tones, with an uncharacteristically smug smile.

"The sun didn't come out from the west today." Ron munched on the beef, his mouth was vague, "Snape actually laughed."

"He laughs when he scolds me, Ron," said Harry.

Everyone finished dinner with a full stomach full of doubts, and no one left, they were all waiting for Dumbledore to announce something.When all the plates and forks from the dinner had disappeared, Dumbledore rose from his golden chair, and the hum of talking in the Great Hall died down, and everyone looked up at him.

"After enjoying the food, I think we should go back to bed." Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "That's right, but I want to announce a very important news, I think everyone must have something to say. I noticed that after nearly a month of study, everyone must have a clear understanding of their magic power level - only by constantly practicing can they improve their abilities."

At this point, he gave Umbridge a slight bow, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other.

Umbridge looked as if she had lost her temper, and she gave Dumbledore a comical twitch of her mouth in response.

"I am honored to announce that Professor Umbridge will have a teaching assistant to assist her in the teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts courses." Dumbledore said loudly, "For this reason, we have specially invited ——Ah, in fact, it’s only been two or three months since we last saw each other, but ‘one day is like three autumns’—our friend is willing to use his own experience to warn everyone of the necessity of practical activities of Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

"Assistant? Has there been an assistant at Hogwarts?"

"Isn't there a curse in this class? Why is there anyone willing to be a teaching assistant?"

"Working under Umbridge, it would be miserable." Ron said sincerely, and Harry shrugged, "I'm afraid there will only be one more assistant teacher who is assimilated by Umbridge."

Hermione gazed calmly at the professors on the bench.

Snape got up from his chair, and for a moment Harry thought he was a teaching assistant - he walked down the steps, crossed his arms, and looked at the students at the long table.

"In fact, everyone should be like me, missing my friend who hasn't returned for a long time." Dumbledore said gently, "On this night, she returned to us and met you with a new identity."

Some people seemed to remember it, they looked at Snape, then at Dumbledore, and there was a look of enlightenment on their faces.

Hermione's expression remained unchanged, even a little indifferent.

She didn't realize that her body was slowly tensing up.

"It's a joke, isn't it?" Fred said aloud, but he was all smiles, and George looked around exaggeratedly.

Dumbledore smiled appreciatively.

"Speaking of pranks, Mr. Weasley, I seem to think of a—"

McGonagall cleared his throat loudly, and Dumbledore quickly changed back to the topic, "We'll talk about this later, let's get down to business, let's welcome our old friend, the new assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class—"

He waved his hand, and everyone looked to his left hand—the room that was once used as a gathering place for warriors.

When he saw that familiar and vivid face, Harry stood up almost obsessively. He stared blankly at the girl's face, left the long table, his legs were uncontrollable, and moved towards Annie. Go where you are.

"—Anne Lily Potter."

Dumbledore added with a smile amidst the warm applause of the crowd.

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