Chapter 899 Stranger's Hot Cocoa

"Who's there!"

Through the dense and manic snow curtain, Hermione raised her voice again and asked this sentence again.

But maybe it was because the strong wind at this high place wrapped the voice away, or maybe the other party still didn't respond, so she still didn't get any answer this time.

She could only be sure that the figure standing on the edge of the tower against the wind and snow had indeed turned around.

So, what is the reason that makes a person stand silently in the extremely cold snow in the middle of the night?

Hermione, who was more vigilant, clenched the handle of the wand in her hand, and walked out of the stairs under the trapdoor against the strong wind and snow. Although the pieces of snowflakes made her barely open her eyes, she still walked forward step by step.

But Hermione seems to have forgotten that she herself is also a "suspicious person" wandering around in the middle of the night?

And when she walked not far from the other party, she slowly stopped. At that moment, she found that she could finally see the other person's face clearly.

However, it wasn't until then that Hermione realized that she didn't seem to know this... woman.

"You... who are you?"

To be honest, this was the third time she had asked a similar question.

Fortunately, the other party finally spoke.

"Hi, my name is Miriam...how about you?"

Yes, the one who ran up to the tower in the middle of the night to "seek coolness" was none other than Miriam, who had just borrowed at Hogwarts to seek asylum.

And when she spoke, Hermione immediately felt a mature charm.

To be honest, Miriam's appearance is by no means extremely beautiful, but if paired with her desolate temperament and proud figure, she is indeed very charming.

Girls like Hermione, who are still growing, naturally have a little more youth, but they often lose a little charm accordingly.

"I'm Hermione Granger, a student of Gryffindor College..." She subconsciously replied, before shaking her head again, "No, I mean—you're not from our school Right? Why did it appear in this place at this point in time?"

"Oh...I'm afraid I can't tell you that," Miriam explained calmly, brushing the wind-blown silk back, "I can only say that I'm staying at Hogwarts for the night. , and your principal, Ms. Minerva McGonagall, knows that too."

"yes?"

Hermione looked Miriam suspiciously up and down, and didn't know whether she should believe it or not.

"Then... why did you come to the top of the Astronomy Tower so late? Even if you can't sleep and want to watch the stars, you have to pick a sunny day, right?"

Of course she made a reasonable question.

After all, even she was just wandering in the dark in the corridors of the castle, and would never want to go outside in this snowstorm for no reason.

But I don't know if Hermione's words touched any of Miriam's nerves, but she suddenly frowned, and a trace of heaviness appeared in the corners of her eyes unconsciously.

On the other hand, Hermione seemed to be particularly sensitive because of Maca's quiet departure. So seeing a slight change in Miriam's expression, she tightened her hand holding the handle of the wand tightly again.

It was as if as soon as the other party made any changes, she would immediately throw a magic spell back.

But soon, Miriam suddenly sighed softly. As soon as the inaudible sigh came out, it was violently swept away by the wind, so that Hermione could only find a trace of unknown complexity on her face.

"It's nothing," Miriam said slowly, "For some reason, I was suddenly awakened by a chaotic nightmare, and then I felt as if I had lost something important... This kind of anxiety made me I can't sleep anymore, so I just want to come out and calm myself down."

"Missing something important?"

Hermione repeated her words in a daze, and in a trance, she couldn't help feeling a bit empathetic.

"Ok."

Miriam responded casually, but smiled at herself the next second.

"No, if I have to say, what 'important thing' do I have to lose?"

Most of the only childhood friend who used to be her is dead, and Grandpa Lavin who raised her has completely disappointed her. Now, she has nothing at all, so what else can she feel so disturbed about?

She originally planned to find a place to guard Yasa's tomb after asking Maca to help her retrieve Yasa's body.

In this way, she can not only live up to Yasa, who once sacrificed herself to protect her, but also watch this colorful world for a few more years instead of Yasa, so she herself is very satisfied.

However, the inexplicable uneasiness and anxiety at that time seemed so strong. It made people like her who didn't believe in premonitions feel that something was wrong.

"...I feel like something bad really happened."

After a while, Miriam specifically added.

But to be honest, the words "bad things" are the last thing Hermione hears now.

When she thought that Maca was leaving tonight, she couldn't make up her mind. And right now, listening to Miriam's words, the attention that was finally distracted was pulled back to the original starting point in an instant.

Forcibly pressing down the tangle in her heart, Hermione rubbed her cheeks that were aching from the cold.

"Since you are a guest, it doesn't matter. In fact, there are quite a lot of guests these days. But it's so late now, and it's so cold outside, you'd better go back to your room and continue sleeping..."

At this point, she paused for a while and added: "... Well, the corridors and stairs in the castle are a bit complicated. Where is your room? I can take you there."

Although Hermione somewhat believed Miriam's statement, it would be more reassuring to confirm the specific residence.

Of course, it's normal for Hermione's impromptu idea to be rejected directly. But for Miriam, she nodded quickly.

"Oh, that's right! I'll trouble you then—um, Miss Granger?"

"Just call me Hermione, please."

Hermione smiled, but since most of her face was frozen stiff, that smile looked somewhat awkward.

From this point, we can see some differences between the two. Because Miriam, who stood much longer than Hermione in this world of ice and snow, still looked calm, as if she didn't feel the cold at all.

Hermione, who shrank her neck from the cold as she watched Miriam pass by her and walked calmly towards the stairs, finally noticed this.

"What kind of spell did you use? Or did you drink some kind of potion?" She secretly asked with some doubts, "It doesn't look like it?"

While pondering, Hermione followed quickly.

Unfortunately, she thought that even if the other party really lived in Hogwarts, it should only be arranged in the guest room of the main castle. From here to there, it only takes two stairs and a few corridors to get there.

But she didn't expect that Miriam's room was actually on the side of the secondary castle, which was mostly unused!

Because the only place where the main and auxiliary castles are connected to each other is the promenade behind the foyer on the first floor, so they have to go down from the astronomical tower to the bottom floor, and then go through the main castle all the way to reach the auxiliary castle area.

Seriously, since entering Hogwarts, Hermione has rarely traveled so far!

The two walked in front of each other, and after passing through some of the most familiar corridors, the surrounding light seemed to become less and less as they stepped into areas that were rarely visited by people.

It is said that a long time ago, when Hogwarts once reached the peak of the number of students, the vice castle was also used as a teaching place.

However, most of the time, the secondary castle, which is about half smaller than the main castle, is hardly visited by anyone.

Therefore, a place like this where there are no people and located inside the entire castle becomes the best place for some sensitive people to hide.

That's why Maca let Miriam and Ahaz live directly in the vice castle.

"...Is this the place?"

After walking for a while, Hermione found a dusty door according to Miriam's description. Everything here looks a bit old, but since the house elves don't take care of it just because no one lives there, the cleanliness is no less than that of the main castle.

"Well... do you really live here?" She couldn't help but hesitated.

"I know you might think I'm suspicious, but it's true." Miriam reached out and pushed the door open, but didn't make any extra noise.

Ahaz's room was not far away, so she still wanted to try not to wake up the slightly annoying "little guy" as much as possible.

"If you're still not at ease, please come in and sit down! You can look around as you please. When I came, I didn't bring any personal items that can't be seen by others."

Hearing this, Hermione hesitated for a moment, then walked decisively into that room. And when Miriam walked by, she secretly stuffed the wand back into her sleeve under the cover of her body.

As Miriam had said, there was really nothing suspicious about the room. In particular, there are small details and traces of daily life everywhere.

"Please sit down, I'll make you a pot of cocoa, I think you've been frozen!"

Just as she was speaking, Miriam walked towards the fireplace, and pulled out her wand to light the firewood inside. Not long after, the orange fire caused the temperature in the room to rise rapidly, and a wave of warmth gradually dispelled Hermione's coldness all over her body.

Not long after, when a cup of steaming hot cocoa was delivered to her hand, Hermione couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief immediately with the warmth that was enough to melt one's heart.

But at the next moment, Hermione was taken aback by the special smell of the steam rising from the cup.

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