The Existence of Harry Potter

Well, there have been few updates recently, because I haven't code words recently. However, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be updated a little more, at least 10,000 words →_→

There are more than 100 collections in one night, and a melon seed is enough to satisfy ~\\(≧▽≦)/~!

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The weather is nice today, and Hermione is in a bad mood.

Who else would suddenly have a nickname that wasn't a compliment, and he would feel a little unhappy in his heart, not to mention that Hermione has always been very concerned about her two front teeth.

Although Hermione really wanted to find a new compartment to avoid this hateful guy in front of her, the reality was that there were not many empty compartments. What's more, her obviously overweight box has been annoying to her during this period of time.

Gritting her teeth, Hermione increased her strength and opened the door a little, ready to get the box in.

Asker shrugged and thought for a moment. He took out a book from his pocket, leaned on the seat, and changed to a more comfortable position to start reading.

Hermione was still fighting with the box, because there was a threshold that was neither too high nor too low at the door of the carriage, so the box could not be pulled in, so it had to be lifted first. However, Hermione had already dragged the box for a long time, and she was not strong enough to do this alone.

In the first ten seconds, Hermione was still trying to solve it by herself, but in the eleventh second, she began to expect Asker to help.

When Hermione needed help the most, Asker chose to sit and watch. Although he was looking at it with the book in his hands, as long as he was not blind, he would know that he didn't put his mind on the book at all, he was just watching the fun.

Why do you say that?

Because judging from the cover, Asker's book was taken down!

Hermione wanted to lift the box and throw it in Asker's face, but if she could do that, it wouldn't happen now. Therefore, Hermione could only make up for the scene where she taught Asker a lesson, and Asker knelt at her feet and cried bitterly, with a look of regret.

"Hey, can you help me?"

Brain supplements can't be eaten as food, and Hermione still needs to face the reality. Trying to squeeze out a smile, Hermione said to Asker with a smile: "The box is very heavy, I am alone..."

"I'm not calling hello."

Asker was half-lying there, with the book down in his hand blocking his face and letting go of his voice.

Of course I know you're not called Hi, your name is Ask, a German bastard! Hermione thought angrily, but she continued: "Asker, do me a favor."

"Are you asking for help?"

I will endure!

Hermione clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, wishing she could rush to kill Asker.

"Yo, what's your expression like? It's so scary, I'm almost crying because of you."

Asker took the book down a little, revealing his eyes and half of his face. It can be seen that Ask has absolutely no tendency to be scared to cry, on the contrary, he is smiling happily.

"Why do you keep targeting me?"

Hermione said suddenly, the anger on her face had long since disappeared, and looked straight into Asker's eyes, she raised a question she had always asked.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, has a high opinion of Asker, and he likes Asker very much. From him, Hermione also had some preliminary understanding, Ask, should not be the kind of rude, vulgar, uneducated bastard.

"How is it possible, I'm that kind of person?"

Asker said without changing his face, then he stood up, walked to the door, grabbed the handle of the box, and pulled the box into the carriage with a strong lift.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Well, I'm saying this very seriously."

"Sorry for what?" Hermione asked.

After dragging the box to the corner and putting it away, Ask turned around, returned to his seat, grabbed the book and lay down, and finally threw out a sentence.

"You just pretend that I didn't say anything."

"you…!"

Hermione's little affection for Asker was finally gone.

There were two rows of seats in the carriage, and Asker was half-lying, which was considered to occupy one row, and the other row naturally belonged to Hermione. Sitting in her seat, Hermione just looked up and could see Asker, a face she might never forget for the rest of her life.

In all fairness, Ask's appearance can only be regarded as average, and now he is fine. If he grows up, he should be at the level of passer-by.

No features, this is the feature of passers-by.

Maybe it was to let herself remember Asker's face, so as not to recognize the wrong person when looking for him to settle accounts in the future, Hermione worked hard to memorize every feature on his face, and even drew a sketch in a notebook.

The gentleman wants to take revenge, and it will not be too late even after ten years. — Oriental proverbs.

"Have you seen enough?"

"No, it's still a little bit."

Hermione added a few strokes to the sketch and said without looking up. Then she reacted, quickly closed the book, and asked Asker, who had been staring at her, as if nothing was wrong, "Have you seen enough?"

"No, it's still a little bit."

Exactly the same answer.

If everything went on like this, Hermione and Ask would probably have to fight for a while, but the sudden knock on the door and the appearance of a little fat man put a stop to this story.

"May I sit here?"

"Well, yes, there is still a seat there." Ask said lightly, pointing to the row of seats opposite Hermione.

"Oh, thank you, you are a good person."

The little fat man lifted the box, which was much smaller and lighter than Hermione's. Putting the box away, the little fat man sat on the seat and twisted a few times nervously.

Murderous!

The little fat man suddenly thought of a sentence often said in the book, and turned his head cautiously. Facing the source of his murderous aura, he squeezed out a smile that was not much better than crying.

"You are also a good person."

"…"

Hermione had nothing to say, being sent a card by such a fat man...

"Woo~woo~woo~"

The whistle of the train sounded, and it seemed that it was about to leave.

With a heavy growl, the red Hogwarts moved quickly, then gradually accelerated, getting faster and faster, and drove out of the platform.

Compared with the excitement, joy, and excitement of other people, Ask is more cold, calm, cold, and indifferent. At the moment when the train started, his whole body became cold.

After lying down for a while, Ask suddenly sat up, took out a stack of letter paper and a pen from his pocket, and started writing.

It's almost the end of the month. As usual, it's time to write a letter to tell Grandpa about his current situation.

This letter is very short, so I am not afraid of telling lies. The record is as follows:

I'm very good.

The above is the entire content of the letter. On the large letter paper, this short sentence is not even a line full. However, Asker took more than an hour to finish writing, because this is not just writing a letter, but also a review of his time.

When he finished writing, Asker took out another envelope, stuffed the letter into it, and put it back into his pocket.

When he reached into his pocket, Asker bumped into something, and after a slight pause, he grabbed the stick, rubbed it for a long time before releasing it, and pulled out his hand.

Looking out of the window for a while, Asker felt a little irritable. He knew that the unforgettable and unforgettable memory was tormenting him again.

"I hope it will be a little warmer there."

This is Asker's only expectation for the new school. May Merlin bless this child and fulfill his wish.