Hufflepuff never works overtime

"Show me the way /Pointme/"

The uncontrollably trembling right hand spread out, and the wand fluttered tremblingly, pointing them in the direction of true north.

Fortunately, compared to the time wasted in casting the levitation spell just now, this time it succeeded quickly, and Faise was almost sure that the river in front of her should have the same source as the one she would pass every time next to the Quidditch field.

Even if she can't be sure, she is at the end of her rope at this time, and there is no other way...

Taking a firm step towards the east, Faise could feel the broken hair on her temples being blown up and down by the other's weak breathing, and the slow but steady heartbeat reinvigorated her weak limbs. life.

"Are you all right Hermione?"

I don't know how long the other party has been lying on the ground, Hermione felt a chill all over her body, especially the area of ​​the other party's lower abdomen, because the warm blood was taken away by the cold wind in the Forbidden Forest, the slippery and cold touch made Feisi I feel very uncomfortable.

"I am fine."

With deep tiredness at the end of her eyes, Hermione leaned her head on Faise's not-so-broad back. Although she felt very sleepy and tired, and her eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties, she didn't dare to just fall asleep like this. .

Faith can't be left here alone...

Her thoughts spread out like a few strands of unrestrained ropes, and it was difficult for Hermione to concentrate. She slowly turned her head and put her ear on the butterfly bone of the other party, watching the people passing by them with blinking eyes. The passing trees are in a daze.

The feeling of being cast with the levitation spell is very strange, as if I have become a leaf and gently attached to Feisi's body, not bound by gravity, just following the opponent's footsteps.

Hermione's two arms moved, and the circle was tighter. A part of the forearm was in contact with the other's warm skin, absorbing some necessary heat for the gradually cooling body.

Isn't it summer?How can it be so cold...

The person on the back is very light, as if it does not exist.

Thinking of this, Faith shuddered as if she had been hit by a spell suddenly, and suppressed the panic in her heart. She held the opponent's hand with more strength, so that Hermione could stick closer to her.

"Are you sleepy?"

Faith asked softly, she understood that Hermione needed to rest at this moment, but whenever the other party didn't speak for a long time, she couldn't help but start to be afraid, afraid that in the end, only her talking to herself would be left.

"Hmm..." The two hands around each other's chest would lose their strength uncontrollably. Hermione nodded slowly, rubbing Faith's long, soft hair with her cheeks, and smelling the scent of camellias in her nose.

She loves it.

"We'll be in the infirmary soon, and then you can get a good night's sleep. By the way, Hermione, are you hungry? I haven't had anything since lunch. I hope the house-elves will still make us some A little supper..."

Hermione shook her head silently, her long hair rubbing against her clothes making a small sound.

"I'm not hungry... This is not okay. What if I gain weight alone and you dislike me when you go back? And Mrs. Granger hasn't seen you for a semester, she..."

Listening to the other party's nagging voice, she understood that it would be very difficult to force Faise to talk to her, but Hermione felt that this kind of other party was really cute, a cuteness that even the Sandman could not defeat.

She tried her best to respond to the topic forced out by the other party, but her thoughts always inadvertently fell into a short blank, and then she was called back by Faith's voice.

I don't know if it was a hallucination, but Hermione even felt that she saw a silver band of light slowly drifting through the gaps between the trees beside her, which was as fascinating as the Milky Way in the sky.

Hermione blinked vigorously, the silver light she saw just now seemed to be just her imagination in a trance, she withdrew her gaze suddenly and put her forehead against Faise's neck, the chill around her seemed to be less severe , on the contrary, a quietly rising enthusiasm climbed up her forehead.

"Do you have a fever?" Keenly noticed that the temperature against the back of her neck was abnormally high, and Faise's voice trembled with anxiety, "Are you okay?"

"Hermione? Hermione, don't sleep, talk to me, okay?"

In fact, Hermione couldn't quite understand what the other party was saying at this time, but she knew that she only needed to squeeze out an "um" from her throat that seemed to be stuffed with charcoal fire from time to time, which was enough to reassure Faise.

Realizing that these same trees would only make her more and more numb, Hermione let go of her courage and stared at the other person's profile.

The girl's eyes were like emeralds in the morning light. Hermione, who had never been interested in jewelry, seemed to understand the joy of those who love jade at this moment.

Faith walked all the way with such trepidation.

It wasn't until the moment Madam Pomfrey placed the other party on the hospital bed that her legs gave way and she sat paralyzed on the ground.

This frightened the female therapist and Ron who finally jumped to the infirmary. You must know that Faise looked even worse than Hermione at this time. He had drained his energy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth and clothes were still stained with blood.

"I'm fine." Faith shook her head feebly, and stood up while supporting the bed beside her. "Please check Hermione's condition first. She, is she okay?"

"You don't have to worry that much," Madam Pomfrey reassured, "as long as she is in my hands, nothing will happen to her."

"Well, thank you ma'am."

Madam Pomfrey carefully cut Hermione's clothes with scissors, exposing the wound that had stopped bleeding. Dried blood was all over the girl's shirt and lower abdomen, even though the three long scratches grew pink new flesh , but still looks very hideous.

"Merlin's beard," Ron nearly fell off the bed in fright, "she, what's wrong with her..."

"A werewolf," Feise put her hands on her forehead, her voice hoarse, "she was attacked by a werewolf."

Madam Pomfrey immediately took a breath, and sanitized her hands more lightly, "Poor child..."

The treatment of Hermione's injury was unexpectedly quick, probably because the special medicine powder was used to stop the bleeding in advance. After checking the other party's condition, Madam Pomfrey quickly prepared some medicine and fed it into the other party's mouth, and hurried over Check out Faith's situation.

"Splitting Tightening /Ferula/"

Layers of white bandages bound Faise's wrist after the swelling from the red steamed buns. During the whole treatment process, the girl kept her head lowered. Only when Madam Pomfrey patiently instructed her did she get a whisper reply.

I still remember that the other party is obviously a child who is afraid of pain, so such a silent reaction is even more worrying.

The therapist can heal the patient's physical injuries, but he can't do anything about this situation. Madam Pomfrey leaned down, touched the girl's blond hair that was as dull as her own mood, and said distressedly.

"Go and clean it up, you can't take good care of her like this, can you?"

Faith nodded in a daze, she stood up from the chair as if someone had performed Zombie Drift, and walked towards the infirmary.

Before taking off her robe in the bathroom, Faise thought about taking out the powder bottle in her pocket, but it happened that the metal chain was wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, and she dragged out the things she picked up with the powder in the afternoon.

A strange look flashed across her silent eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. Feisi slowly tightened her five fingers, and the edges and corners of the object made her palm ache.

time-turner...

Chapter 280 Five Feisi Article ([-])

It happened that the nine bells rang into the ear at this time without any haste, Faith bit her lower lip lightly, and gently stroked the somewhat mottled second half of the sentence engraved on the Time Converter with her fingertips——

'My worth to you is measured by your purpose. '

A moment of struggle flashed in Faith's eyes, but it was gradually replaced by firmness. The chain wrapped around the powder was untied. She put the few remaining powder bottles into her pocket just in case, and then solemnly put the The cold necklace was worn around his neck.

Two hours.

If he could go back to two hours ago, Hermione and Potter should be rescuing Weasley at that time, as long as they can prevent Professor Lupine from turning into a werewolf, he should also know very well that without drinking the wolfsbane potion, You can't look at the moon.

Faith rested her slender fingers on the familiar but unfamiliar hourglass in front of her eyes—this was the first time she used the Time-Turner without Hermione present—she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, but more could not be restrained expect.

He took a deep breath and flicked his fingers.

One lap, two laps.

As if the sound of knocking sounded right next to her ears, the rhythm gradually became stronger. Faise felt as if someone was grabbing her collar and dragging her whole body back. She tried her best to maintain her body balance, not daring to touch it except for the time switch. Anything outside the device, for fear that something might happen to me.

"call……"

The backtracking time was not long, and she also had the experience of time traveling with Hermione, so the strange feeling disappeared quickly, and Faise even felt that it went so smoothly that it was a bit unreal.

When the blurry scene in front of her eyes disappeared and replaced the original soft moonlight, a bright red halo poured down from the glass window, shining directly on her face, bringing a faint warmth.

It's all back to the evening.

"Success?"

Faith immediately wanted to rush in the direction of the Whomping Willow. Although she could confirm the time when she and Professor Snape entered the Shrieking Shack, the moon had already appeared in the sky, but in order to prevent unexpected situations, she I would rather squat there earlier.

Just as she stepped out of the washroom, she happened to see a familiar figure at the door and was in a hurry to enter. Faise turned sideways quickly, trying to leave naturally without attracting the other party's attention, but never thought that the other party would glance at her for a moment. He was so frightened that he froze in place.

"Face! You, are you all right?"

Astoria shrank his neck suddenly, and he didn't care about his own urgent affairs. His subconscious reaction was to go to support the other party.

"What's wrong with you? Merlin, I'll take you to the infirmary right away!"

The opponent's strength was unexpectedly strong, and before Faise could react, she was already dragged several meters away. Seeing the familiar door, she hurriedly grabbed the window sill beside her with her left hand.

"No, no, wait a minute, you misunderstood!"

"Misunderstanding?" The girl blinked her eyes, looked Faise up and down puzzledly, and saw that she really seemed to be fine, so she let go of the tugging force.

Withdrawing her sore right hand from the opponent's imprisonment, Faise forced a smile, "I just wanted to scare Hermione, it's not really something, I'm sorry, I have to go quickly found her."

Looking at her fleeing back, the girl in the yellow hood tilted her head, "Is this a special custom in Muggle society?"

Realizing that her attire was really not suitable for wandering in the crowd, so after escaping from Astoria's sight, Faith found an empty corner and hid in it.

It seems that the time needed to cast repairing spells and cleaning spells is inevitable.

Glimpsing the dried blood stains on her palms and robe, the slippery and sticky feeling seemed to be still attached to her skin, as soon as she fell into memories, the bloody smell would enter her nostrils, making her breathless .

It's all Hermione's blood...

Feeling the dull pain spreading to her heart, Faith held her chest and took two deep breaths.

It's okay, as long as I cut off the matter at the source, then Hermione will still be fine, and nothing bad will happen.

She quickly finished everything, and ran along the front gate of the castle to the Whomping Willow.

Closer to the hillside, accompanied by the bleak evening wind, a panicked scream was suddenly sent to Faise's ears.

Hermione?

The familiar voice startled her, she had no time to think about it, and climbed to the top of the slope in a few steps.

At a glance, Faith saw the Whomping Willow waving its branches wantonly not far away, and the familiar figure hanging in the air and being thrown around.

Her heart rose to her throat at once, and she was about to blurt out a cry, but remembering that she couldn't show her face in front of the other party now, Faith was so anxious that her forehead was sweating.

He stared fixedly at Hermione's figure in mid-air. If the other party showed signs of letting go, let's ignore the issue of exposure. How could he catch her without injury?

Is there no way to stop this crazy tree?

Wait a minute, Whomping Willow...

Suddenly flashed through my head what my father had written down in his notebook—I saw the Whomping Willow making noise in the middle of the night, and a mouse climbed up its trunk, and suddenly everything stopped. There is a scar that is a different color than the others.

Faith's head was so clear for a short while, she didn't care to think deeply about the causal relationship between the two, and hastily pulled out the magic wand in her robe.

The dancing Whomping Willow was really hard to target, but the dark brown scar was really conspicuous. The moment she saw it, Faith almost jumped up excitedly, and couldn't wait a second longer.

Hermione's heart beat wildly every time the slender branch hung from low above her,

"Mud Bomb /Lutogno/"

Although Faise is still a little confident in her goalkeeping ability, but when it comes to her hitting ability, she can't help feeling a little flustered.

Fortunately, the distance between the two sides was not too far away. When the mud bomb turned into a small dot in her field of vision, passed by Harry's side, and hit the scar accurately, Faith's jaw was always closed. Bite to death, ready to launch a second one at any time if it fails.

Fortunately, the usual passing practice was not in vain. The Whomping Willow that Zhang Yawu was catching just now suddenly stopped all movements, as if it had instantly changed back to an ordinary willow tree.

Her right hand was trembling with nervousness, Faith saw Hermione dangling in the air twice like a doll in a claw machine, and finally slid between the branches, only a few centimeters away from the ground, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. .

Seeing that Hermione finally fell to the ground in the next second, Faith's face was pale before she could catch her breath.

Fortunately, the other party was dragged by Potter and stood up again. Apart from a slightly distorted walking posture, Hermione did not forget to pat the dusty robe, and it seemed that there was nothing serious about it.

Faith was made like she was on a roller coaster by the other party, and her mood fluctuated. She touched her sweaty forehead and couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

Chapter 280 Six, Feisi ([-])

Watching Hermione's figure gradually disappear into the tree root hole, Faise turned around silently, leaned half against the short bush beside her, and rubbed her eyes wearily.

Selfishly, she actually just had the idea of ​​taking Hermione away directly.

As long as the other party can be separated from her, no matter whether it is persuasion or coercion, the situation will not develop towards the situation she least wants to see. Presumably it is impossible for werewolves to dominate the castle guarded by many professors.

But in this way... the 'self' who first noticed Hermione's name appearing in the Shrieking Shack on the Marauder's Map may be even more shocked to find this time—a name that should never appear at this moment Being by the side of the other party, herself.

After all, Hermione has repeatedly emphasized to her that it is absolutely taboo to be discovered by the past self in the future, and many tragedies caused by the time converter stem from this.

Her eyebrows were tangled together, and Faise grabbed the twig beside her with her hands, and the thoughts in her head finally turned into a deep sigh.

As long as it can prevent Professor Lupine from turning into a werewolf...

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The waiting time is always long.

The night fell silently, and the full moon hanging far away in the sky shone brightly among the scattered stars.

Not interested in appreciating it at all, Faise waited with bated breath for the first figure to come out of the tree hole.