No matter how many surprising things happened yesterday, the sun will still rise the next morning.
In the few hours before she fell asleep, Maka traveled from the Hog's Head Bar to the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban, a journey that many people would never complete in their lifetime.
But it doesn't matter, because only a few people know it from beginning to end.
In this world, various things are happening every minute and every second. Some are ordinary and some are bizarre. Except for the person involved, no one else needs to care... because they have no way of knowing.
And there is no doubt that Harry and Ron are among those who don't know.
"Oh! Ahem... Who..."
The genius had just dawned, and Harry, who was still sleeping soundly in bed, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as if he had been punched by a troll, dragging him directly from his dream to reality.
But before he could open his eyes with difficulty, he heard another cry of pain similar to his just now from the direction of the bed opposite, dull and tragic.
These two groans must have woken up all the other roommates except Neville. At this point, Harry could easily guess it even without opening his eyes to observe.
But he still had to open his eyelids and take a good look, because now he really wanted to know which guy would actually wake him up in this way.
To be honest, he felt like he was going to get angry. He must make people understand that although he is always polite to others, it does not mean that he is easy to bully, right
"Get up! Now!"
When Harry opened his eyes and looked forward vaguely, under the dual influence of not wearing glasses and just waking up from a dream, he found that he could only see haziness and drowsiness.
At the same time, a color block that looked like a back was dangling in his field of vision, making people curious about who the culprit was
But Harry no longer cared whether he could see clearly, because the familiar voice had already allowed him to identify the true identity of the person coming.
"Oh - Hermione? You, you... why did you come in!"
Very good, Ron on the bed opposite had already asked for him in very concise words, which undoubtedly gave him enough time to fumble for the presence of glasses on the bedside table.
right!
The glasses are in their usual place within arm's reach...
That's right!
Picking up the glasses and putting them on, he could have a panoramic view of the world he was in.
That's it!
Even if it was Hermione, he should have given her a stern reprimand and let her know it was wrong to break into the boys' dormitory early in the morning and punch her friend in the stomach.
And now, it's time for him, Mr. Harry Potter, to show his majesty!
"Hermione!"
Harry shouted, the sound was so loud that he felt it was deafening. This is great, a good start indeed.
Then, Hermione, who had her back turned to him, suddenly turned around and glared at him with her hands on her hips.
"What's wrong, it's so loud? I wonder if it will wake up other students?" She said angrily, "Why don't you get up quickly? I still have a lot of things for you to do before class time comes today!"
"H-Hermione?"
When Harry heard this, he couldn't help but find that most of his aura had been wiped out by habit.
"You told me why you called me?" Hermione said impatiently, "Forget it, it's not important! Anyway, get up and get dressed quickly. I'll give you two five points... no, three minutes! Hurry up!"
After saying that, Hermione glared at Ron who was sitting on the bed with a confused expression, and then walked out of Harry's dormitory carrying her big book bag.
So, just as Harry had expected, there were only four boys left sitting on the bed and staring at each other - they had all been mercilessly awakened.
"How did you two mess with her?"
Roommate Seamus grinned and asked in surprise, but the only answer he received was Neville's gentle snoring.
After a short while, Ron finally couldn't help but said: "Harry, I think we should get up first and then talk..."
Hermione did mention the "three minutes" time limit before going out, but that little time was obviously not enough for Harry and Ron.
Fortunately, Hermione seemed to be just urging him and didn't get angry again, which was a blessing.
"Harry," Ron suddenly whispered while getting dressed, "I just noticed that Hermione seems to have dark circles around her eyes. I'm worried whether she is..."
"Who knows? But what you said made me start to worry -" Harry said softly while putting socks on his feet, "But at least she came to call us. Even if something happens, I I guess it won’t be like last time.”
Ron couldn't help but nodded after hearing this.
"Well, that's best!"
…
"Crack-"
Hermione didn't wait long outside. As the handle of the dormitory door turned slightly, Harry and Ron, who had tidied themselves up, appeared in front of her from behind the opened door.
"Well, it's okay, let's leave quickly..." "Wait a minute!"
This was such a mindless toss-up that everyone wanted to find out what happened, and Harry and Ron were no exception.
"What's wrong?" Hermione waved her hand and said, "I know you want to hear an explanation, but we'll talk about that later - I'm in a hurry! Let's go first!"
As she spoke, she had already taken steps and walked excitedly to the common room.
"You have to tell me where you are going first, right?" Ron hurried two steps to catch up with Hermione and asked as he walked.
After hearing this, Hermione knew that she had to calm these two guys down. After all, although it was still early, it was not necessarily impossible to run into anyone. We had to be careful not to let anyone notice the three of them.
So, she had to slow down her steps slightly, and waited until the two of them were closer before whispering:
"The Room of Requirement."
Since the day RA was established, that place has always been like a secret base. Everything that needs to be done there must be kept as secret as possible.
Therefore, Harry and Ron immediately shut their mouths silently and followed Hermione closely.
However, they stopped talking, but when they thought of Hermione in such a hurry, neither of them could calm down.
"Tell me, what happened?" Harry glanced at Ron beside him and stared at the other person's face, trying to find Ron's opinion.
Unfortunately, it turns out that talking with eyes may not exist in reality.
"Oh, Harry, are you sleepy too?" Ron whispered, "I can't help it, we finished our homework too late last night... Just bear with it for now! I still care more about Hermione, I hope not... "
"Shut up!"
Hermione seemed to have heard Ron's words, and immediately turned around and glared at him again. Ron had no choice but to purse his lips and stop making any sound.
It wasn't until the three of them turned two corners and entered the Room of Requirement in the correct way that Hermione, who had been walking with her head buried all the time, turned around and looked at Harry and Ron.
This room had always been RA's training room. Hermione didn't bother choosing another room. Maybe she thought this was enough.
The furnishings of this place have not changed - a large number of bookcases leaning against the wall, dummies for spell training, and anti-dark wizard props for everyone to use and learn, all are still in their original places.
But among the original members, those who should have graduated have graduated, and those who feel they are not needed have gradually stopped coming.
Only a small number of members will come here when they want to practice spontaneously, and redo the training they have done in the past with those personal improvement projects.
Sometimes Harry could not help but secretly lament: It was clear that the pressure that Voldemort brought to everyone at that time was still very close, but once he saw the desertedness in the training room, it felt like many years had passed.
"Harry? Ron?" Hermione looked at them doubtfully and asked, "What's wrong? I gave you time to ask, but you didn't say anything?"
"Ah, there are just some..." Ron scratched his scalp, unable to finish what he was thinking.
In fact, he really wanted to say that he had been working hard every day these days, but the harder he worked, the more he felt that his surroundings were gradually becoming a little empty.
Even Lavender Brown, who once chased him closely, now barely speaks.
"Okay! It's okay not to ask, you will understand in a while..."
Seeing that neither of them spoke, Hermione simply ignored them. Instead, she took off her book bag and put it on the floor, and continued to take out things from inside.
Her actions quickly attracted Harry and Ron, who were still in a trance. But as there were more and more things on the floor, both of them looked puzzled.
However, they had already missed the best opportunity to ask, and if they forced themselves to ask again now, they would probably have to accept Hermione's cold glare again.
So the two of them had to wait in continued silence for Hermione's next move.
However, while Hermione was still preparing, Harry and Ron slowly saw some clues.
Although they still didn't know what Hermione was going to do, let alone why they would be "smashed" out of the bed.
However, it can be seen from the scratches on the surface of the pieces of paper, wooden boards, metal sheets, and carapace blocks on the floor that there is a high probability that they are related to ancient magic literature.
Currently, there are not many students who formally study ancient magic texts with Maka, and the leader among them is undoubtedly Hermione.
"Did Maka teach her some new practical knowledge?"
At this moment, Harry and Ron, who thought of this almost at the same time, immediately began to look forward to it. They wanted to see if Maka had brought them another wonderful surprise.