Chapter 786: A Gap Between Minds

The main color of the night is always black like ink.

The red drapery that is still bright in the daytime will be dimmed at night; the gold-edged tapestries hanging on the wall will also lose their luster at night.

Only on a clearer night, there will be an extra round of bright moon in the sky, sprinkled with gauze-like fog-like desolation. And at this time, the chaotic black will be mixed with a bit of silver light, which will make the blackness of the night slightly lighter.

At this moment, in the bedroom in the Gryffindor tower, moonlight filtered through the grilled windows on the outer edge, painting the window sills and walls with a layer of cool varnish.

"Harry, all of them are already asleep... What's the matter with Hermione? What did you find? Shouldn't you talk about it?"

Standing by the dark red curtain near the mirror, Ron looked at Harry sitting on the window sill, with a hint of depression evident on his face.

"Ok."

Harry leaned against the window, gazing out at the night-shrouded world. The moonlight passed over his face, outlining a hazy outline of his profile.

"Of course, I'll tell you..." he said, "but before that, there's something I want to ask you."

Seeing that Harry was suddenly a little mysterious, Ron couldn't help but frowned.

"What's up?"

"Of course it's about Hermione," Harry said casually, still looking out the window, "to be precise, it's about you, Maca, and Hermione. As your best friend, I I feel obliged to ask you a—"

Having said that, he paused suddenly.

"Do you still like Hermione?"

When Ron heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and his pupils shook suddenly.

"How is it possible!" He felt his throat dry for a while, which made him swallow first, "Didn't I tell you about it a long time ago? Hermione likes Maca... This, all It's been so long, why do you still ask?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron."

Harry suddenly turned his face to look at the other party, which forced the latter to subconsciously look elsewhere.

"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" He asked again, "Isn't it all right to answer 'yes' or 'no'? Why do you need to explain?"

"I..." Ron pursed his lips, his heart suddenly became disturbed, "I'm asking you, tell me what you found from Hermione? Stop asking such meaningless questions! "

Although he was very irritable, he still paid attention to his surroundings.

The other roommates in the dormitory were sleeping, so he didn't speak too loudly. It's just that some depression in his heart was gradually stirred up by Harry's words, and his tone became a lot heavier.

To be honest, he had buried this matter so deeply that he even thought he had almost forgotten about it.

However……

"You're just avoiding the problem," Harry continued leisurely, "avoiding won't solve the problem—you see, as soon as I mention it, you immediately show extremely bored and restless. Isn't that the same as saying ..."

"No!" Ron frowned and lowered his voice, "I didn't!"

"Really?" Seeing this, Harry shook his head slightly, "If that's the case, then you answer my question head-on like a man—do you still like her? Or don't you like her?"

"you--"

Ron seemed to want to argue or explain something, but Harry suddenly stood up and grabbed his front.

"look at me!"

Although Harry's words were not loud, it could even be said that they were deliberately toned down. But for some reason, Ron felt as if he had been hit by a magic spell, as if his soul trembled.

So, Ron turned his head involuntarily, and looked into the eyes of his best friend in a daze.

"You still like her."

Harry stared into Ron's eyes, and the words came out of his mouth almost word for word.

"I... still like... her.

"Ron couldn't help repeating it.

"In that case, what do you want to do?"

"Get her heart back from Maca's hand." Ron said slowly.

"No, you know very well that you can't do it."

"Then what should I do." Ron's eyes were full of confusion.

"Give me your soul and I can help you."

"My soul..." Ron half drooped his eyelids, and seemed to be puzzled, "How can I... give it to you?"

"Open up your heart to me!"

At some point, Ron's face was left blank.

"Open up... your heart..." he murmured.

"Yes, exactly."

As Harry said, he gently loosened Ron's skirt and smoothed out some wrinkles along the way. Then, I saw him touch Ron's eyes casually, and the latter shrank to the ground and fainted silently.

"The gap between people's hearts will always be the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. On this point, no matter in the past thousand or ten thousand years, it will never change."

When he said these words, the corners of "Harry"'s mouth seemed to curl up uncontrollably, and that smile was actually colder than the moonlight behind him.

...

At this moment, in the common room outside, Hermione was sitting on the sofa frowning slightly.

"Something's wrong..." she whispered alone, "There's something wrong with Harry, and something's wrong with me... Why did I suddenly give up the idea of ​​going to Maca? Why did Harry stop me from telling Hagrid the truth?"

In fact, apart from these two points that she was most concerned about, Hermione had more "something wrong" in her heart.

For example, why did the elf tie up the invisible beast Demi, and what is the use of that unfinished building? And at that time, why did the little guy take the initiative to cancel the stealth in front of her, but he was surprisingly calm.

At that time, there were so many questions that she had no time to think. But now that he calmed down and thought about it, doubts that bothered people came one after another.

Instead of summarizing it into one point, that is—why does an invisible beast bring out so many suspicious things all at once?

"Also, why did Harry say 'see you later'? What did he want to tell me?" Hermione thought deeply, and asked secretly in her heart, "Or, what did he find?"

After thinking about it, the questions were mixed together, and it became more and more difficult to think.

Just when Hermione was about to push down all these chaotic thoughts and find another angle to think about, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.

She turned her head and soon saw the familiar figure.

"Harry, come here, I want to ask you something."

"Oh, really?" Harry nodded in the shadow of the door opening, "What a coincidence, Hermione, I have something to ask you too!"

"What?" Hermione paused, but continued, "Anyway, come here first, don't just stand there!"

"OK."

Harry said as he walked slowly to the sofa and sat down on a chair.

"But Hermione, I think you have to listen to me first," he suddenly looked into Hermione's eyes, those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "I have a question, I hope you can answer me—"

"What do you think about Luna?" Harry asked in a deep voice, "Don't say it lightly, think about it... and look at the real thought in your heart."

When he said these words, his voice seemed to be a little more indescribably magnetic, and every word and sentence was full of magic that made people immerse themselves in it.

"...really thinking?" Hermione blinked and repeated hesitantly.

...

At the same time, the office of the professor of ancient magic text.

Maca sat behind his desk, leaning on his cheek and staring at the two pieces of paper on the table. One of them is the guide table of rules and runes originally attached to the "Book of Sin", and the other is the volume of truth.

After reviewing the stone formation of the Centaurs in the Dragon's Cave earlier, he has been thinking about the rule rune.

It's just that no matter how he feels, he can't understand the mystery.

Although he has more or less realized that that rune may be the key to solving many problems. But in terms of research, Muggle science and wizard magic are the same. They emphasize accumulation and gradual progress, and there is no rush.

Actually, Maca wasn't in much of a hurry until Ewan Ravenclaw popped out of nowhere. Even if Haierbo crawled out from the ground, it only made him focus his life more on improving his strength.

But just because the old Eun's words involved too many things about Rowena, all kinds of inconsistent statements and experiences, Maca, who had always been calm, had to become anxious.

Don't forget, Rowena's trial came back not long ago!

"This is a terrible couple..." After knocking on the table, Maca couldn't help leaning back on the back of the chair, rubbing his sore forehead, "Rowena... no, Rowena Lah... are you the 'liar' that my future self will say? Or are you the 'great witch' that everyone praises?"

"Or," he sighed, "it's actually both?"

It's hard for Maca to want to believe in certain things. Especially when it is always linked to your own life, necessary but excessive caution often complicates things.

What he didn't know was that when he was troubled by these problems around the millennium, some bad things had quietly spread to his side.

"call--"

Maca breathed out again, but it was difficult to relieve his inner exhaustion.

"Professor Dumbledore," he couldn't help muttering to himself, "When you were faced with so many messy things, what made you really drop everything and choose to 'run away'?"

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