Chapter 247 Late Night Library (Modified)

Only Hermione and Allen were in the library late at night. Tomorrow was the day to go to Hogsmeade, and the excited little wizards had already gone back to prepare their luggage.

Allen put down the "Curse You Don't Know" and looked thoughtfully at Hermione's slightly sunken eyes with dark circles - she looked exhausted and exhausted.

"You and Harry are having a fight." Allen said affirmatively.

Hermione scratched her head a little anxiously, "How should I put it, Ron has always been awkward lately." She glanced at Allen, but still held back the bad things Ron said about Allen.

But how perceptive Alan is, seeing Hermione's tangled expression, he knew it must be related to him.

Allen smiled and continued, "What about Harry?"

"Wood is almost going crazy, and he is pulling him to train every day." Hermione suddenly felt as if she had revealed Gryffindor's secret, and stopped the topic again.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Alan looked at the messy desk, at the long paper on arithmetic divination with wet ink, at the longer Muggle research paper ("On Muggle Travel Tools"), and at Hermione's Digging into the runic translation.

"So much homework, are you going to finish it tonight?" Allen picked up a very complicated digital chart.

"Well, I want to finish all my homework before the holiday." Hermione unconsciously bit the tip of her pen with her front teeth, looking pitiful and helpless, but cute.

"Maybe we can finish part of it together." Alan blinked, and picked up the runes from Hermione.

In the quiet library, there are only two people discussing and the rustling of pen tips.

At the time when the library should be closed, Mrs. Irma Pince, the Hogwarts librarian, snuggled up on the bench and fell asleep. Allen used his wand to direct a thick cloak to cover her body silently.

What he didn't know was that under the cloak, Mrs. Pince's fingers moved slightly.

"Ariximetry divination is really amazing. Tomorrow, oh no, today, we will have a pleasant and exciting day." Hermione stretched contentedly.

Allen rubbed his temples and looked at the piles of parchment next to him in disbelief. Although it was past the curfew time, they actually finished all their homework!

With his help, Hermione has been fighting until late at night. It is conceivable that in normal times, Hermione endured exhaustion and loneliness alone to complete the study task.

No wonder she was so pale, as haggard as Professor Lupine.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade today? Why don't you take a good rest in the dormitory." Allen felt that Hermione needed a good night's sleep.

"No, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester. I must go." After all, Hermione was still a young witch in the third grade, and she still yearned for the lively and magical Hogsmeade.

"As far as I know, Harry doesn't have the guardian's permission, and Ginny is not old enough... So, you go by yourself?" Alan asked--Hermione's relationship with her roommate and girls in the same year is not good To travel together on vacation.

"Yeah, but it's okay!" In such a late night, Hermione's slightly trembling voice concealed a trace of fragility.

"Hermione," Allen said suddenly, and Hermione looked at Allen upon hearing the sound.

The emotion in Ellen's pale blue eyes made her heart pound, was it what she imagined it to be?

"Hermione, if you treat me as a friend, you will find that I am a very good travel companion." Allen looked at Hermione seriously, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Okay." Hermione agreed bluntly, feeling a little lost in her heart, but also a lot more relaxed.

"We can get all our Christmas shopping there!" said Hermione. "My dad loves those sugar-free pepper urchins from Honeydukes! Mom was annoyed that the last time he ate this it caused fire to come out of his nose and set her coat on fire..."

Speaking Hermione noticed,

Under the dim light of the library, Alan's long and narrow shadow slanted to the ground. In such a cold winter night, he smiled and nodded, looking extra warm.

"Ah, it's already so late, why are you still in the library? Go back, go back, the library is closed!" Mrs. Pince stood up from the bench and picked up a raven feather duster standing on the ground , waving aggressively.

But Allen was not afraid at all. He and Hermione quickly cleaned up the things on the long table, put all the books and materials back in their original places, and then politely said goodbye to Mrs. Pince with her hands on her waist.

Saying goodbye to Allen and sneaking back to the dormitory, Hermione didn't fall asleep immediately after washing up. Instead, she rummaged through her closet for a long time with the help of the light of her wand—putting some bottles and jars by the bedside. After ironing a few more clothes on the table, Hermione returned to the comfortable and soft bed with a satisfied smile.

Hermione tossed and turned in bed, and Alan's speech and behavior in the library kept turning over and over in her mind.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Hermione fell asleep with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

On this snowy morning, the castle was quiet, but Hermione, who fell asleep late at night, was the first to wake up.

Allen stood alone on the marble stairs leading to the foyer, and the little wizards passing by greeted Allen one after another. Without any impatience, Allen smiled and nodded to each of them.

Harry and Ron, who was wrapped in a cloak and scarf, also came over. Ron watched Harry and Allen expressionlessly greeting each other without saying a word.

Just as Harry and Alan were saying goodbye, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor.

The three of them looked in the direction of the voice in unison.

Harry's mouth fell open in surprise; Ron looked dazed, his eyes unblinking; Alan's eyes flickered, and the smile on his face softened.

It was Hermione, a completely different Hermione than usual.

The fluffy and disheveled long curly hair that usually hangs loosely is delicately coiled on the top of her head. She is not wearing a heavy winter coat, but a lavender slim-fit woolen coat. The snow-white fur collar makes her palm-sized face stand out. Extra delicate.

She didn't know what was smeared on her face, it looked white and delicate.

And somehow, her demeanor was different—maybe it was just the fact that she had finally straightened her back after unloading the twenty or so thick books she usually slung around her body.

She also smiled and looked at Alan—a little shy in her unnatural expression.

Harry wondered how he hadn't noticed it before - Hermione was so pretty.

Ron on the side was in a trance, completely standing in place.

After Hermione greeted Harry, she walked towards Allen with a graceful gait.

Alan bid farewell to Harry again in a gentlemanly manner, and walked with Hermione to the foyer guarded by Filch.

Ron suddenly slapped the railing beside him hard, mumbling, and left Hogwarts under Filch's dissatisfied gaze.