Chapter 1859 Conflicting Feelings

That day, after Hermione returned to France to meet with the Muggle president, she went straight to the Rebel Alliance headquarters in Belgium to handle affairs. It wasn't until near dusk that she finally returned to Beauxbatons for a rest.

And although the Weymouth camp had stabilized for the time being, no one knew when an emergency would happen again, so although Hermione was already tired, she didn't dare to fall asleep at all.

If necessary, she would have to rush there at once, even at night, as Percy was the only one in command there, and she would definitely be too busy.

"Miss Granger, are you back?"

Fleur was still upstairs in Ms. Larson's room just now, and now that it was getting late, she was going to go to the kitchen to get some dinner. When passing by the lounge that was already vacant due to everyone's departure, she suddenly found that the door of the lounge was half closed.

After she gently pushed it away for a look, she saw Hermione resting inside.

"Miss Delacour," Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa with her eyes slightly closed, opened her eyes and looked towards the door when she heard the sound, "How is Luna these days? I just want to go and have a look What about her!"

"Oh, Miss Lovegood is fine," Fleur said immediately, "she hasn't been running around recently, and she's been recuperating in her room honestly! Ms. Larson's emotional state is getting worse and worse... ...If the two Miss Grofeyns don't come back, I'm afraid she will sneak off to England alone while everyone is not paying attention."

"Larson..." Hermione couldn't help but frowned upon hearing this, "It's no wonder, it's just... well, I'll ask Mrs. Maxime to find someone to guard her later! Anyway, I can't help it." She cannot be allowed to go to England to die alone."

Saying so, she suddenly stood up from the sofa and said:

"But before that, I think I'd better go and talk to her... Miss Delacour, are you planning to go to Ms. Larson's?"

"Oh no! I've just come down from her, and I'm going into the kitchen to get her and Miss Lovegood something to eat—you go first! I'll be up in a minute."

"Well," Hermione thought for a while after hearing this, "Forget it, I'd better go with you! I haven't eaten dinner yet, why don't I fill my belly with you and Luna first."

"That's okay...Actually, I think Miss Lovegood may miss you a little bit." Fleur and Hermione said as they walked out, "She has indeed had a good rest these days, and her physical strength has almost recovered. ...It's just that I feel that she is not in a good mood—she is worried about you."

"……yes?"

Hearing what she said, Hermione couldn't help pursing her lips, but she didn't say anything more.

...

To be honest, Luna's mood is actually not as low as Fleur said...well, at least not to the point of moaning there all day-if it becomes like that, she is not Luna Lovegood up!

Since Furong was asked to pay more attention to Larson that day, she spent almost every day in her room. But in the past few days, she has not been idle, but has been obsessed with the study of rule runes in her own way.

Speaking of which, there was actually no need for Hermione to ask Mrs. Maxim to send someone to keep an eye on Ms. Larson. Because the latter was unprepared, the emotions and thoughts in his heart almost fell into Luna's perception. If the other party has any abnormal or extreme thoughts,

That definitely cannot escape Luna's "Empathy Rule".

Obviously, this kind of behavior of peeping into other people's hearts is indeed immoral and impolite, but in Luna's concept, this concept obviously does not exist.

In other words, she probably didn't think about any moral issues at all.

"Oh, she seems to be blaming herself again."

Luna, who was lying on the window sill, tilting her head to admire the sunset, suddenly raised her head, glanced upstairs, and then murmured involuntarily:

"Fleur has gone to the kitchen, and she probably won't be back in a while... Shall I go and see Ms. Larson?"

After thinking about it, she still shook her head, then leaned over and lay back on the window sill again.

"Self-blame...isn't always a bad thing."

If Larson didn't even feel guilty, then she probably only had worries about Safina and Ursula's sisters and random guesses in her head.

Thinking of this, Luna suddenly raised her hand to rub her long pale golden hair, and then couldn't help muttering:

"Then should I blame myself too?"

After a while, Luna, who was muttering to herself, suddenly stood up again, and glanced at the door of the room.

"It's Hermione?"

She was taken aback for a moment, then clapped her hands happily, and hurriedly trotted to the door. When she unscrewed the doorknob and pulled the door, she immediately saw Hermione who had just walked outside with Fleur.

"Oh! Hermione, are you okay?" As soon as she saw Hermione, she immediately leaned forward and patted her up and down, "Is there any injury? Is there any discomfort? I can give you Make some potion."

"No, no need, I'm fine." Hermione took her hand and said, "Let's go! Go into the room first, I'll have dinner with you tonight—"

"That's great!" Luna said quickly, "Oh, come in quickly, I'll make Goldigan tea for you."

Seeing Luna's energetic appearance, while Hermione felt a little relieved, she couldn't help but think of what Fleur said before.

To be honest, it was a little hard for her to imagine Luna's gloomy face.

It's just that Fu Rong wouldn't lie in this kind of place, would she?

While thinking this way, Hermione and Fleur put the cutlery and the dinner basket on the table, and at the same time glanced at the back of Luna who was making tea in front of the fireplace from time to time.

Not long after, when the two of them had divided the food, Hermione came to Luna's side, thought for a while and said:

"Harry saw Maca."

"Oh?"

Luna turned her head and looked at her with wide eyes blinking.

"It must be dangerous along the way, right? Are Harry and the others all right?"

Luna's calm made Hermione feel a little confused for a while, but at the same time, she felt a little "it should be so" in her heart.

This contradiction made Hermione not know how to continue talking - obviously this was a topic she started herself.

"Well, they're all right, Harry," she said, "and Maca had them 'sent' back."

"Oh," Luna nodded, "it's fine, if you're not sure next time, don't go. If something happens, it will be terrible!"

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and poked the pile of firewood in the fireplace, splashing a cloud of sparks.