Chapter 2573 Distance

69.69, the fastest update of Harry Potter's Book of Sins! Perhaps it was because he slept for so long last time that Maca didn't close his eyes at all on the first night after waking up.

After spending the first half of the night chatting casually with Sarah, he almost spent the rest of the time staring at the magic sand table and sorting out his thoughts.

Then, as the water vapor in the air gradually thickened and then faded, the night passed like that.

Rain, in the end is not down. It's just that the weather is still unpredictable, and seeing it makes people feel uneasy, very much like the faces of those wives who sit quietly in the living room and wait for their husbands to return late.

Until the next morning, when the morning sun cleared the clouds and cast the first ray of light on the coast, the familiar figure finally appeared beside the flagpole outside the central tent.

Sarah, who was sitting not far from the door, actually noticed the man when he approached.

However, she didn't take any action immediately, but waited for the other party to stand outside for a while, then raised her head from her busy work, and glanced at Maca inside the tent.

At the sand table, Maca nodded to Sarah, and Sarah walked out with half of the doll.

...

"Sarah."

Hermione had been here for a while, but even though she had reached the entrance of the camp, she still couldn't really go in. Seeing Sarah coming out, she couldn't help saying hello to the other party, although she knew very well in her heart that the person inside would definitely notice whether it was her arrival or her speaking now.

To be honest, although she really didn't want to admit it in her heart, when she saw the ice coffin melt away and "that person" woke up from the inside yesterday, her heart was actually more "relieved" than "resisting." "of.

Maybe it was because she wanted to escape the sense of security that made her feel so confused that she chose to stay away from that place immediately after confirming that it seemed to be "him".

However, after that, the other party hurried to find them again, and even said a lot... a lot of things that probably would never have been told to them before. Even though he still didn't directly answer the question she wanted to know the most, it was obvious that he had explained to them the reasons why he couldn't tell them in an unprecedented and serious manner.

Then there was a whole night of silence, which gave Hermione enough space and enough time to let her mind cool down. She thought for most of the night under the dim light, and it was not until late at night that the breath had not completely dissipated. Fall asleep with a sense of peace of mind.

She didn't realize it in a trance until she woke up before dawn. Ever since "he" left her and others, including herself, everyone may have been waiting for this day to come—even after going through hardships and challenges, tortured the body and the soul, in self-questioning, Determined to grow and give up occasionally, wandering forward, and even finally gritted his teeth and tore his heart during the Buckingham Palace incident.

But even so, it seems that there is no longer nostalgia for it, but in the end, it seems that it is still impossible to completely let go of that feeling.

Not only herself, but also Ron, Neville, Hannah, Ginny... Of course, there must be Harry who seems determined not to look back.

After all, isn't this the ending everyone has been looking forward to? Everything that happened before must have hidden inside information! Instead of believing in the "he" who looks like a devil no matter from the outside or from the inside, why should I not believe in the kinder and gentler him now?

Even if she thinks back to this day, she still can't find any flaws in that "demon Maca" that can prove that "he" is not Maca...

"Miss Granger," Sarah, who appeared at the door of the tent, turned her head towards the entrance behind her, "Aren't you going in?"

Hermione, who was looking sideways at the eastern sky, turned her head slightly when she heard the words, and subconsciously glanced into the tent. It's just that from this angle, it's hard to see his figure.

Hermione only glanced at it, then quickly withdrew her gaze, and looked at Sarah in front of her again. She paused, and said softly as if she was going to change the subject:

"I remember, you've been calling me 'Hermione' lately."

After getting along for so long, Sarah, who is still as petite as ever, raised her head slightly, looked at her steadily and said:

"I thought that using the previous name might help you adapt faster...or is it because I'm meddling in my own business?"

Hearing what Sarah said, Hermione couldn't help being stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, she pursed her lips, and finally turned her gaze to the depths of the camp behind the other party again.

Seeing this, Sarah took a step aside and let the door out.

"Then I'll go in first... And, thank you."

And the moment Hermione stepped into the entrance of the tent, two figures happened to appear in the shadow beside a certain tent a little further away. One of the shorter ones was supporting the taller one. When seeing this scene, the expression on the face of the taller figure seemed a bit complicated.

After a moment of stagnation, the supported figure shook slightly, as if he had taken half a step back. Then, a voice sounded very slightly.

"Let's go, go back."

"Harry!"

The girl supporting him seemed unwilling to leave just like that, her footsteps refused to move, and she called him softly.

Originally, with the strength of the boy, even if the injury has not recovered, he can easily pull the girl who supported him away. However, when the girl called softly, he stopped turning around again.

^0^, He hesitated and stayed where he was.

Then the girl spoke again, hugging his arm like that, and said seriously:

"These days, Hermione's mood must be the same as yours... no, she must be even more painful. But even so, she still chose to face 'him' again. What happened yesterday night Lupine They have also said it, needless to say, it must be a decision made by Hermione after careful consideration... No matter what 'him' is, at least Hermione is a good friend we have never doubted, and this time, I think We should still trust her, shouldn't we?"

The girl's voice gradually settled down, and the surroundings returned to silence. The boy held the sword that never left his body upside down, and kept silent for a long time with his lips pressed together.

Maybe he thought about something again, or maybe he had nothing to think about long ago. He simply let his head go and calmed down for a while, before the boy spoke again, staring at the tent over there and said in a daze:

"Is that...'he', or in other words, which one is the real 'he'?"

"I don't know either." The girl shook her head. "Maybe Hermione already knows it! You know...she's so smart."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^