Chapter 247 Late Night Library (Revised)

Chapter 245 Late Night Library (Revised)

Hermione and Allen were the only two people 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 bags.

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

"You and Harry and the others are at odds." Alan said firmly.

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

But Alan is so perceptive. When he saw Hermione's tangled expression, he knew it must have something to do with him.

Allen smiled and continued, "What about Harry?"

"Wood is almost going crazy. I drag him to train every day." Hermione suddenly felt as if she had revealed Gryffindor's secret and stopped talking.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Alan looked at the messy table, at the long paper on Arithmancy that was still wet with ink, at the longer Muggle Studies paper ("On Muggle Means of Travel"), and then at Hermione. Digging into the rune translation.

"Are you going to finish all this homework tonight?" Allen picked up a very complicated digital chart.

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

"Maybe we can complete part of it together." Allen blinked and picked up the rune information from Hermione.

In the quiet library, there were only two people talking and the rustling of pen tips.

At a time when the library should have been closed, Mrs. Irma Pince, the librarian of Hogwarts, 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 Mrs. Pince's fingers moved slightly under the cloak.

"Arithmetic is so wonderful. Tomorrow, oh no, today, we will have a pleasant and exciting day." Hermione stretched contentedly.

Allen rubbed his temples and looked at the parchment stacked high next to him in disbelief. Although it was well past curfew, they had actually completed all their homework!

With his help, Hermione had been fighting until late at night. One can imagine how Hermione endured exhaustion and loneliness alone to complete her study tasks in normal times.

No wonder her face was so pale and as haggard as Professor Lupine.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade today? Why not take a good rest in the dormitory." Allen felt that Hermione needed a sufficient sleep.

"No, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester. I must go." Hermione is still a young witch in her third year after all, and she still yearns for the lively and magical Hogsmeade.

"As far as I know, Harry does not have permission from his guardian, and Ginny is not old enough... So, are you going by yourself?" Ellen asked - Hermione and her roommates are not on good terms with the girls in the same grade. To the point where we can travel together during the holidays.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter!" In such a late night, Hermione's slightly trembling voice contained a hint of vulnerability.

"Hermione," Allen suddenly said seriously. Hermione heard the sound and looked at Allen.

The emotion in Ellen's light blue eyes made her heart pound. Was it what she imagined?

"Hermione, if you regard 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 simply. She felt a little disappointed, but also felt much more relaxed.

"We can buy all our Christmas stuff there!" said Hermione. "My dad loves those Honeydukes sugar-free pepper urchins! I'll have to mail him some back as a present, although I Mom was pissed that the last time he ate this he breathed fire out of his nose and set her coat on fire..."

Hermione, who was speaking, noticed that in the dim light of the library, Allen's long and narrow shadow fell diagonally on the ground. In such a cold winter night, the way he smiled and nodded seemed particularly 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 menacingly.

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

Hermione said goodbye to Allen and secretly returned to the dormitory. After washing, she did not fall asleep immediately. Instead, with the help of the light of her wand, she rummaged in her cabinet for a long time - placing some bottles and jars on the bedside. After ironing a few more clothes neatly on the table, Hermione returned to the comfortable and soft bed with a satisfied smile.

Hermione tossed and turned in bed. In the library, Alan's words and deeds kept turning over and over in her mind.

After struggling for a long time, Hermione finally let herself fall asleep with a smile on her lips.

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

Allen stood alone on the marble stairs leading to the foyer. The little wizards passing by greeted Allen one after another. Allen was not impatient at all, but smiled and nodded to each of them.

Harry and Ron, who were wrapped in cloaks and scarves, also came over. Ron looked at Harry and Allen expressionlessly and said hello without saying a word.

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

The three of them looked in the direction of the sound.

Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise; Ron looked blank, his eyes unblinking; Alan's eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face became softer.

It was Hermione, a completely different Hermione than usual.

Her long, fluffy, messy curly hair that she usually wears loosely is neatly tied on top of her head. She is not wearing a heavy winter coat, but a slim-fitting lavender woolen coat. The snow-white fur collar makes her palm-sized face appear smaller. Extraordinarily refined. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

She didn't know what was applied to her face, making it look fair and delicate.

And somehow, her temperament was different - maybe it was just because she finally straightened her back after taking off the more than twenty thick books she usually carried on her body.

She also looked at Allen with a smile - there was a bit of shyness in her unnatural expression.

Harry couldn't understand why he hadn't noticed before that Hermione was so beautiful.

Ron on the side was in a trance, completely frozen on the spot.

After Hermione said hello to Harry, she walked towards Alan, her steps were quite elegant.

Alan said goodbye to Harry again in a gentlemanly manner, and took Hermione with him to the entrance hall guarded by Filch.

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