Hufflepuff never works overtime

In her unbelievable eyes, Hermione tossed her hair and lifted her chin and said, "Hmm."

"It's hard to imagine what kind of warrior would actually want to marry the evil dragon back home..." Tarsila held her forehead, feeling that her world view had been greatly impacted—Among them, Hermione was actually the first A person who finds someone he likes, why does no one come to find himself.

"It's not that it's settled," Hermione kept looking at the silent person beside her with her small eyes, "it depends on what she wants..."

Miriam glanced in Faith's direction, and it turned out that she was staring intently out of the window, pretending to be wandering away, but the red ear that seemed to bleed revealed that she didn't really care.

"Oh, it's not settled yet."

Tarsila patted her chest and sat down on the chair. A few seconds later, a roar resounded through the entire carriage, "Her?"

Chapter 240 Three

"You speak softly," Milian grabbed the other party's collar, and pushed Tarsila back to her position, who was about to lean in front of Hermione, "Why, you want to spread the news To the whole world?"

"Aren't you surprised?"

Tarsila's eyes widened, she looked like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of the neck, her eyes wandered back and forth among the three people except herself.

Not seeing her fuss, Miriam noticed that the two girls on the opposite side were silent, and quickly patted Tarsila on the back heavily, "I already knew why you were doing this."

"So..." Tarsila was slapped and grinned. She dared not speak out in anger. She deliberately ignored the other party and turned her head to the other side. "Did you already know, Feiss?"

There is no escape.

With a weak sigh in her heart, even if Faise didn't glance in Hermione's direction, she knew who the expecting gaze came from. She slowly drew her attention away from the reflective window.

"Well, but I only found out recently."

Only then did Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth turned up, and there was an unconcealable joy in her eyes.

The ups and downs of the people around her were too obvious, the reassuring sigh seemed to be carried by the wind into Faise's ears, and a fire was ignited in her heart, although it was not like the other party showed everything on her face , but couldn't stand it for a few seconds.

Tarsila was immersed in her own thoughts, so she missed the reaction of the two, otherwise she would definitely have seen some clues.

After a while, the three girls felt uneasy, and Tarsila didn't say a word.

It was Miriam who couldn't hold back, and lightly touched the other person's calf with her ankle, "What's wrong with you, why don't you say something, don't you think it's unacceptable?"

Hermione was also a little at a loss for a moment, she couldn't read the book in her hand anymore, she opened and closed her lips a few times but didn't know what to say.

"Hermione... you've really disappointed me,"

Finally, Tarsila stopped poking her mouth, but her first sentence stunned the entire private room. The girl's voice was filled with real grievances, which didn't sound like a joke.

"I, I'm sorry..."

A panicked voice sounded from Hermione's mouth, and seeing the disappointment and helplessness in the confident eyes in the other direction, Faise slowly put her hand on Hermione's hand that twisted her robe.

She didn't know what to say to comfort the other party, and she couldn't blame Tarsila's reaction, but when she thought that she might see the retreat from Hermione's eyes, she felt a burst of pain in her heart, and she could only use Such a simple behavior, to implicitly express that he is willing to be by her side.

"Even if you apologize, you can't restore my hurt heart!"

The eye circles on Tarsila's raised face were red, and her thick nasal voice sounded like grievances, "I'm so kind to you, but you are so kind, you keep everything from me, and you don't remember me as a friend at all. If If I don't ask today, is it because you won't send me an invitation when you get married?"

"Married? Still, it's not so fast yet..." Hermione felt that she was beginning to lose track of her friend's jumping thinking, she subconsciously replied, and then met Miriam, who was seated opposite her, with a smirk.

Miriam let go of her solemn expression, and now she was comforting Tarsila, who was starting to cry, with a face full of tears and laughter, and had to find time to raise her eyebrows to Hermione as a signal.

"No, no, Hermione told you, she was afraid that you would not accept it..."

"She didn't even tell me, she didn't care whether I would accept it or not," Tarsila choked out of breath and complained, "how could she tell me on purpose, she just mentioned it in passing, she just didn't want to accept it." trust me!"

Seeing that Hermione was still pacing on the spot, Faith quickly stepped forward and pushed her, and mouthed to the innocent little lion, "Go and comfort Tarsila, she is really sad." '

'I swear I didn't...'

'Let's talk about it later, go comfort her first! '

Miss Granger originally wanted to refute herself, but she was interrupted by Faise who discovered her intentions. With a strong hand on her back, she staggered and stood in front of Tarsila.

"Uh...Tasila?"

Hearing Hermione's voice, Tarsila howled even louder, and Jindouzi kept falling down her blushing face from crying, without caring about her image at all.

I really want to take a picture of her like this...

A weird thought appeared for a moment, Hermione cleared her throat quickly, squatted in front of the other party and said softly, "How could I not trust you, I just, uh... because..."

Hermione's ambiguity made Faise hold her forehead uncontrollably, and she regretted letting her speak.

"I, I still reserve a seat for you in the auditorium every day," Tarsila murmured like a child with a stern voice, making the whole car sad and funny, "They said you were a nerd, If you say bad things about you, I will help you back. I cared so much about you when you and Faise quarreled before, how about you..."

"I'm sorry..." Hermione saw that the other party was crying with tears in her eyes, and her heart was filled with guilt, so she honestly lowered her head, "Stop crying, it's all my fault."

Mirion and Faise on the side closed their eyes directly, leaving their faces full of helplessness.

Tarsila wiped her face vigorously with her sleeve, making her skin red, "I know you all think I'm stupid, that I'm unreliable...don't tell me this kind of thing, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Those who keep your secrets well, I regard you as my best friends, it's too much!"

When she heard that the flames of war were going to spread to herself, Faise cried in her heart that something was wrong.

What's the matter, she is the most wronged, she has never received a formal confession from Hermione, why should she be scolded together.

Out of displeasure in her heart, Faise twisted the soft flesh around Hermione's waist with two fingers, and snorted softly as if warning, signaling the other party to quickly use her clever mind to find a solution.

"Hiss..." Hermione took a deep breath, and quickly opened her mouth to comfort, "Listen to me, Tarsila, Ron and Harry don't know about it yet, I didn't even tell my parents, I definitely didn't mean to hide it from you..."

The crying that seemed to be falling apart finally died down, and Hermione was stared at by those swollen walnut-like eyes, but she tried to look sincere and said, "I trust you very much."

Tarsila's shoulders were still twitching, and her small mouth was pouted as if it could hold a magic wand. After a long time of calming down, a word came out of her throat.

"Really?"

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The author's words:

What could be more hopeless than running all day in 39-degree heat?

Yes, when I go home and take a shower and lie comfortably on the bed, when I want to eat while typing, I will be notified that I have to go downstairs to do hs, and I will not leave the house within 24 hours tomorrow...

I waited in line for more than an hour, didn't eat dinner, took a shower again, just finished typing, and found that tonight is coming to an end :)

Closer to home, the recent state is really average, and I feel a little lost control of the rhythm (mainly because I don’t have time to sort out and review every day, please trouble everyone to catch bugs QAQ every day). satisfy

I want to ask everyone, we have already entered the confession chapter, will it be awkward if we directly complain to each other?

Chapter 240 Four

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, which also meant that they were getting closer and closer to their destination. On the train at this time, probably no one was looking forward to the long cry more than Hermione.

"There is a fifth thing...you are not allowed to correct the answer after the test," said Tarsila, who was sandwiched between Faith and Miriam, even though her red nose and eye sockets reflected the fact that she had just cried a lot. Facts, but it doesn't prevent her face from being filled with pride, "Unless I ask!"

"Okay?" Hermione put her hands on her lap, glanced up quietly, and raised her right hand after a moment of thought, "What if it's when you're not around? Or when you can't hear me?" Down? For example, more than 20 meters away..."

Tarsila leaned back, blinking her eyes constantly, "Um..."

"Obviously, I can't live my life without participating in the discussion of the exam. What if you overheard others when they asked me for the answer? Who will judge my subjective and intentional? Are there any restrictions? Speaking Decibels? Where to talk?"

"Silence!" Tarsila interrupted Hermione hurriedly with a wave of her hand. She cleared her throat, "Defendant, wait for me to discuss with the jurors."

"Hmm." Hermione looked helplessly at the three girls putting their heads together, and lowered her voice pretentiously, but she couldn't hear the sound of discussions in such a small and closed space. The possibility of arriving is the smallest, right?

"I think she is trying to make excuses on purpose. Such an attitude of admitting mistakes is too bad!"

"I suggest you not to get carried away. You have to know that when you do something stupid, you can't count on me and Faise to turn the tide."

"Hermione has a good memory." Faise just glanced at the two pricked ears on the opposite side, and spread her hands.

Seeing the three people chatting happily without themselves, Miss Granger's eyes wandered around in the carriage, and the fingers on her knees fluctuated back and forth like water waves.

Look, who is the one being excluded now?

Although Hermione couldn't see it herself, her expression now looked like a cat whose nails were being clipped, switching back and forth between patience and clawing every second.

It makes people feel that they want to play tricks, but they are afraid that they will get scratched if they are really impatient.

"Okay, after deliberation, we have unanimously approved your reasonable request for special circumstances, next, the next one..."

"No, what else?" Hermione let out a deep sigh with her neck raised and her mouth slightly open.

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"My God, those unequal treaties, I suspect she made them on purpose just to torture me," the female voice on the other end of the phone became slightly distorted during the transmission, but it didn't affect Hermione's use of her With excellent memory and imitation ability, Faith reconstructed what happened on the train.

"To be honest, I really doubt whether it is necessary for me to fulfill these promises..."

Listening to the other party's whispered complaints, Faise leaned against the flat wall with her elbows in her arms, her echoing voice from time to time hid the smile and pampering in the corners of her eyes where she couldn't see it on the other end of the phone.

"Although we all know that these words are as binding as Tarsila's memory, I think you will try to obey them, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Hermione's upbeat ending sounded a little coquettish, "You've been staying at home lately? How about tonight? Have you made any arrangements?"

"I just came back from church, this feeling is very strange," Faith's fingers circled the telephone wire twice, and when she heard the other party's breathing suddenly stopped, she smiled and continued, "Although I am with everyone Pray, but I'm a witch."

Hermione quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly answered, "What's that, I brought my wand into the church before, well, that's really not a wise decision, and my mother talked about it for a long time afterwards..."

"It really seems like something you would do," Faith said with a smile on her lips, "So after so many days, you made this phone call just to recall what happened on the train with me?"

"No." Hermione thought that her step-by-step strategy had failed, and hurriedly held the phone in both hands, her voice moved up and down, and she whispered softly from her throat, "Of course not."

Faith didn't say anything, and patiently waited for the other party's next words.

"I miss you," said Hermione, feeling her hands sweating repeatedly while holding the receiver, and asked her to switch from her left hand to her right hand, and then back to her left hand, "and even though we can't meet, I still want to tell you in person." ..."

Even though she knew that the other party couldn't confess so hastily, Faise couldn't stop her heart from trembling up and down. She tried her best to keep her voice steady and not reveal any emotions that shouldn't be there, "What do you say?"

"Happy Birthday, Fey."

"Thank you, Hermione, and Merry Christmas."

On the other end of the phone, Hermione was writhing on the sofa like a fish accidentally washed up on the beach, causing the Grangers to cast puzzled looks, thinking that their daughter had done something wrong.

She really, really almost said what was in her heart...

"I, I asked Mercury to bring you a birthday present, and the time should be almost here." Hermione straightened her messy hair, her whole face flushed, "I hope you like it. "

"Since it is the gift you chose for me, I will look forward to it."

There was a brief silence on both ends of the phone, and Hermione knew that she couldn't continue the conversation, otherwise it might ruin the surprise she had been hiding for several months, but she still couldn't help but make an exhortation.

"I sent you the candy I brought you from Honeydukes, but you can't eat it all at once, it's too sweet..."

"I know, if I can, I don't want to see Mrs. Granger and Mr. Granger in the dental clinic." Faith leaned her head lightly against the wall, "Remember to bring my blessing to them."

"It would be great if you would come to Christmas together," Hermione muttered as usual, and before the other party apologized, she replied first, "I know! Go to lunch quickly, you just came back from church. Haven't eaten anything yet?"

"Well," Faith's expression softened unconsciously, "Then shall I hang up first?"

"Go, go, go," Hermione waved her hand forward in the air even though the other party couldn't see, "Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, remember to open the presents!"

After hanging up the phone, Hermione half body lay on the armrest of the sofa, her face was buried in her elbows, her two slender legs were excitedly swinging back and forth in the air twice.

It was only the exposed eyebrows that were brimming with joy. It took Hermione a lot of effort to restrain herself from cheering, and she couldn't help imagining what the other party's expression would be when she opened the package.

"Hermione, hurry up and change, we should go to grandpa and grandma's house."

Hermione quickly raised her face, "Here comes Mom."

Chapter 240 Five

The old heater in the living room was "humming", and it would take a while for the house to gradually warm up, but the smell of broth was already wafting out from the kitchen, it was a kind of smell that made people feel warm smell.

When Faith was on the phone just now, she saw the rabbi busy in the kitchen. When she was at home, due to the traces of the Ministry of Magic, even elves using magic would be detected.

So the other party can only keep going up and down two floors, busy between the sides of the oven and the stew pot, it seems that it is a bit of abusive 'child labor'.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty. I'm afraid that in the history of house elves, no one has served such a poor family in the Muggle community.

Therefore, when the elf proudly displayed the hoarded food in the refrigerator and offered to cook a big meal for herself, Faith couldn't say no to it—even if it meant that she had to change it for the next few days. Way to eat the same thing.

It doesn't matter, if it doesn't work, call Hermione over to help eliminate it together.

Faith propped her head and sat on the mother's seat in the past, with her toes pointing to the ground, her eyes staring blankly at the fireplace where the bricks in the wall could be seen cleanly.

If only the fireplace at home worked like the one in the school hall, it would save a lot of money on heating.