"These are the kind of letters!" Hermione opened the letters one by one and read angrily, "Harry Potter deserves a girl a hundred times better than you... You should be placed in green algae Cook it... Ouch!"
As soon as she opened the last envelope, a stream of yellow-green liquid sprayed onto her hands, giving off a pungent smell of gasoline, and large yellow blisters immediately appeared on her hands.
"Undiluted baba tubers are pusy!" said Ron. He picked up the envelope carefully and smelled it.
"Ouch!" Hermione cried, tears welling up immediately.
She wiped the pus off her hands with a napkin, but her fingers were covered in thick, painful sores that looked like leather gloves that had been soaked in water for years.
"You'd better go to the hospital as soon as possible," Harry said, as the owls around Hermione flew away one by one. "We will explain the situation to Professor Sprout..."
"It's all that woman's fault!" Ron said bitterly as Hermione covered her hands and hurriedly left the auditorium. "It's all the article written by Rita Skeeter! Take a look at this letter..." he said loudly Reading a letter left by Hermione: "I read in Wizarding Weekly that you were playing with Harry Potter's feelings! That boy has suffered so much, just wait! I just need to find a big Envelope, I will send you a spell next time..."
"...God, she really needs to be more careful!" Ron said worriedly.
Hermione didn't go to her Herbology class, and she didn't even catch up with Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class.
In fact, after she came out of the school hospital, she went straight back to her dormitory in Gryffindor Tower with her bandaged hands.
Speaking of which, this was the first time Hermione took the initiative to skip class.
If this had been done in the past, it would have been impossible. You know, although she didn't tell anyone, she even applied for a time turner last semester in order to take more classes!
But now, she had no intention of attending classes at all, even Hagrid's classes.
Although there are reasons for those letters, the most important thing is not this, but... something was lost by her, or rather - stolen!
When Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament would be held, Hermione, who was familiar with school history, had already guessed that a ball would be held.
To be honest, she never expected that she would become the fourth warrior. Therefore, she had been looking forward to it from the beginning, expecting that Maka would invite her as the first partner of the ball.
To this end, she sent a letter to her parents early, hoping to advance some living expenses to purchase beautiful dresses for the ball.
In order to make herself more beautiful, she also tried her best to come up with a series of ways to make her hair straight and smooth and make her front teeth smaller.
She must be worthy of Maka, for sure!
However, no one could have expected that she would become one of the warriors of Hogwarts! And it’s an “extra” one – that’s really suspicious!
She knew that Maka was preparing a plan that no one could guess, and she couldn't disturb Maka.
If she wasn't a warrior, no matter how shy she was, she would definitely let Maka choose her as her dance partner! She has already made up her mind!
But this sudden change made her feel sad.
One warrior dances with another warrior, and they are from two different schools - this is so eye-catching that it will definitely bother Maka.
She can't be a stupid girl who doesn't know the general situation!
But... Hermione was unwilling... very unwilling! She was already one step behind a certain girl, and she wanted to compete with her before that girl took the initiative to speak and before their relationship was settled!
As expected of the little lion of Gryffindor, even emotionally, his competitiveness has not diminished.
However, even though she gritted her teeth and secretly ordered the dress, even though she was prepared to be a "stupid girl" at all costs, she still lost to her own reason in the end.
When Snape unexpectedly stood up and almost convinced the stubborn and rigid Professor McGonagall, Hermione gave up on her own initiative.
In the end, the "most beautiful dress" she ordered specifically for dancing with Maka had been lying quietly in the exquisite gift box from beginning to end. Hermione agreed to Viktor Krum's invitation, but the dress was not It's borrowed.
At the ball, Hermione forced herself to stay calm, but she didn't dare look at Maka.
She was afraid that as soon as she saw Maka dancing with another girl, she would be unable to suppress her jealousy, abandon Krum and rush towards Maka.
She was afraid that she would confess to Maka in front of all the teachers and students of the three schools, and then Maka's plan would completely collapse.
When she stood at the door, she saw almost everyone looking behind her in horror. Except for her, all the warriors and their respective dance partners turned around, but she did not.
She knew that Maka, who had not shown up all this time, finally appeared!
But Hermione didn't dare to look back. She even looked away a little, lest she wouldn't be able to help herself when she passed Maka later...
Just like that, the string in Hermione's heart became tighter and tighter...
"Now that I think about it, Krum must have noticed it at that time, right? My arms have been shaking all the time..." Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, her bandaged hands gently resting on her legs, also trembling slightly.
But when Maka walked by her, she still couldn't help it and looked up.
Who is that? Who is that girl wearing something even more frumpy than Ron's lace dress? That back... why does it look so familiar
Oh my God! It's Professor McGonagall!
The string in Hermione's heart suddenly loosened...
yes! What has she been struggling with all this time? It's your own happiness, it's yours; if it doesn't belong to you, if you forcefully pursue it, it will only make you more miserable.
Hermione was relieved - what she should do most now was to silently support him behind Maka's back. She believed that with Maka's intelligence, she must have seen everything beforehand.
After that, Hermione stopped worrying about Maka all day long. Even Rita Skeeter's article didn't make her mood change in any way.
Even in today's encounter, Hermione, who has always been strong, was indifferent - she was not afraid of criticism, slander, or provocation.
However, just last night, she discovered that the box containing the dress that had been placed under the bed was missing!
Not to mention that the dress cost a lot of pounds. Even though it was cheap, the meaning contained in it could not be replaced by other more expensive dresses.
I haven’t let Maka see herself wearing it yet! Why did he disappear like this
After spending the morning pretending to be calm, she was wounded by the pus-filled babbo tubers contained in those vicious letters.
Normally, the most she would do is ridicule the senders and ignore them. But now, the undiluted juice seemed to be dripping on her heart, making it impossible for her to hide the anxiety and sadness in her heart.
…
When Herbology class was over and Harry and Ron left the conservatory for Care of Magical Creatures class, they saw Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle whispering and giggling.
Draco was standing next to them, but he was unusually uninvolved.
As soon as Pansy saw Harry, she asked loudly: "Potter, did you have a falling out with your girlfriend? Why was she so angry at breakfast? Was it -"
Surprisingly, Draco actually interrupted Pansy.
"Don't talk nonsense." He said impatiently.
Harry ignored them. He didn't want her to know how much trouble the Wizarding Weekly article had caused, lest she gloat and get carried away.
Hagrid told them in the last class that they had finished teaching about unicorns. Now he was standing outside the hut waiting for the students, with some open cardboard boxes at his feet that they had never seen before.
Harry's heart sank as soon as he saw the cardboard box - another brood of Blast-Ended Skrewts had hatched, right
But when I got closer and looked inside the box, I discovered that there were many fluffy black guys inside, with long noses and flat front paws, like shovels, which was very strange.
They looked up and blinked at the class, seemingly confused by the attention of so many people.
"These are Nifflers," Hagrid and other students gathered around and said, "You can usually see them in mines. They like shiny things... No, look."
A Niffler suddenly jumped up and tried to bite the watch off Pansy Parkinson's wrist. Pansy screamed and took several steps back.
"Very useful little treasure detectors," Hagrid said happily, "We can have fun with them today... See there?"
Hagrid pointed to the large expanse of newly plowed land where Harry and the others had seen him digging mysteriously.
"I buried a few gold coins - whoever picks the Sniff and digs out the most gold coins, I will give a prize to him. You put all the valuable things on your body, then pick a Sniff, be prepared, and then let go. .”
Harry took off his watch and stuffed it into his pocket.
This watch had stopped in the maze, as if he accidentally broke it, and now he only wears it out of habit.
Then he picked one and sniffed it.
It put its long nose into Harry's ear and sniffed enthusiastically... This little thing is quite affectionate with people.
"Wait a minute," Hagrid said, looking down into the box, "There's still one Niffler left here... Who's not here? Why can't you see Hermione?"
"She has to go to hospital," Ron replied.
He looked the same as usual, but he was quite complicated inside.
"I hope this will give Hermione the courage to speak out... If it goes on longer, she will only be more sad..." Ron's expression was a little bitter, "Everyone can see that Maka only has eyes for Lovegood lately. ”