The main color at night is always as black as ink.
The red curtains, which are still bright during the day, will fade at night; the gold-rimmed tapestries hanging on the walls will also lose their luster at night.
Only on a clearer night, there will be a bright moon in the sky, casting a desolate veil-like mist. At this time, the chaotic black will be blended with a bit of silver light, making the darkness of the night slightly lighter.
At this moment, in the dormitory of Gryffindor Tower, the moonlight passed through the outer grille window, painting the window sill and walls with a layer of cool varnish.
"Harry, they are all asleep... What happened to Hermione? What did you find? It's time to talk about it, right?"
Ron stood by the dark red curtain near the mirror, looking at Harry sitting on the window sill, with a trace of depression clearly showing on his face.
"Um."
Harry leaned against the window and stared out at the night-shrouded world. The moonlight passed over his face, outlining a hazy outline of his profile.
"Of course, I will tell you..." he said, "but before that, there is something I want to ask you."
Seeing that Harry suddenly seemed a little mysterious, Ron frowned.
"What's up?"
"Of course it's about Hermione," Harry said casually, still looking out the window, "To be precise, it's about you, Maka and Hermione. As your best friend, I I think I have an obligation to ask you—"
At this point, he suddenly paused.
"Do you still like Hermione?"
Ron was stunned when he heard this, and his pupils suddenly swayed.
"How is that possible!" He felt his throat was dry for a moment, which made him swallow. "Didn't I tell you about it a long time ago? Hermione likes Maka... This is all over. It’s been so long, why are you still asking?”
"Stop talking nonsense, Ron."
Harry suddenly turned his face to look at the other person, which forced the latter to subconsciously look elsewhere.
"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" He asked again, "Isn't it enough to answer 'yes' or 'no'? Why do you need to explain?"
"I..." Ron pursed his lips and suddenly became upset, "I'm asking you, tell me what you found about Hermione? Stop asking such meaningless questions!"
Although he was very irritable, he still paid attention to his surroundings.
The other roommates in the dormitory were sleeping, so he didn't speak too loudly. It was just that some of the frustrations in his heart were gradually aroused by Harry's words, and his tone became much heavier.
To be honest, he had buried this matter deep in his heart, and even he thought he had almost forgotten about it.
However…
"You are just avoiding the problem," Harry continued leisurely, "Escape will not solve the problem - you see, as soon as I mentioned it, you immediately showed great boredom and uneasiness. Doesn't this mean... "
"No!" Ron frowned and lowered his voice, "I didn't!"
"Really?" Seeing this, Harry shook his head slightly, "In that case, then answer my question head-on like a man - do you still like her? Or don't you like her?"
"you-"
Ron seemed to want to argue or explain something, but unexpectedly, Harry stood up suddenly and grabbed him by the front.
"look at me!"
Although Harry's words were not loud, it could even be said to be deliberately lighthearted. But somehow, Ron felt as if he had been hit by magic, as if his soul was shaking.
So, Ron turned his head involuntarily and stared blankly into his best friend's eyes.
"You still like her."
Harry stared into Ron's eyes, and the words came out of his mouth almost word by word.
"I... still like... her." Ron couldn't help but repeat it again.
"In that case, what do you want to do?"
"Take back Maka's heart from her hands." Ron said slowly.
"No, you know very well that you can't do it."
"Then what should I... do?" Ron's eyes were filled with confusion.
"Give me your soul and I can help you."
"My soul..." Ron half drooped his eyelids and asked in confusion, "How can I... give it to you?"
"Open your heart to me!"
At some point, Ron's face turned blank.
"Open... your heart..." he said quietly.
"Right, that is it."
Harry said, gently letting go of Ron's shirt, and smoothing out some of his wrinkles. Then, he casually touched Ron's eyes, and the latter suddenly collapsed on the ground and fainted silently.
"The gap in the human heart will always be the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. This point will never change no matter whether it is thousands or tens of thousands of years ago."
When he said this, the corners of "Harry's" mouth seemed to curl up uncontrollably, and that smile was actually colder than the moonlight behind him.
…
At this moment, in the common room outside, Hermione was sitting on the sofa with a slight frown.
"Something's wrong..." she whispered alone, "something's wrong with Harry, and something's wrong with me... Why did I suddenly give up the idea of going to Maka? Why did Harry stop me from telling Hagrid the truth?"
In fact, in addition to these two points that she was most concerned about, there were more "something wrong" in Hermione's heart.
For example, why did the elf tie up the invisible beast Demi, and what is the use of the unfinished building? And at that time, why did the little guy take the initiative to cancel his invisibility in front of her, but he was surprisingly calm at the same time.
At that time, there were so many questions that she had no time to think about them. But now that I calm down and think about it, troubling doubts come one after another.
But to sum it up to one point, it would be - why would an invisible beast bring out so many suspicious things at once
"Also, why did Harry say 'see you later'? What did he want to tell me?" Hermione thought deeply and secretly asked herself, "Or, what did he discover?"
After thinking about it, the questions were mixed together, and it became more and more difficult to think about it.
Just when Hermione wanted to push away all the chaotic thoughts and find another angle to think about, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.
She turned around and soon saw the familiar figure.
"Harry, come here quickly, I want to ask you something."
"Oh, really?" Harry nodded in the shadow of the doorway, "What a coincidence, Hermione, I also want to ask you something!"
"What?" Hermione paused, but then continued, "Anyway, come here first, don't stay there in a daze!"
"OK."
Harry said as he slowly walked to the sofa and sat down on a chair.
"But Hermione, I think you have to listen to me first," he suddenly looked into Hermione's eyes, those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "I have a question that I hope you can answer -"
"What do you think of Luna?" Harry asked in a deep voice, "Don't say it easily, think about it... take a look at the real thoughts in your heart."
When he said these words, his voice seemed to have an indescribable magnetism, and every word was filled with immersive magic.
"... What you really want?" Hermione blinked and repeated hesitantly.
…
At the same time, the ancient magic text professor's office.
Maka sat behind his desk, leaning on her cheek and staring at the two pieces of paper on the table. One of them is the rules and rune guide sheet originally attached to the "Book of Sin", and the other one is the Scroll of Truth.
After previously reviewing the centaurs' stone formation in the Dragon Cave Cave, he had been thinking about the rule rune.
But no matter how he felt, he couldn't understand the mystery.
Although he has somewhat realized that that rune may be the key to solving many problems. But in terms of research, Muggle science and wizard magic are the same. They emphasize accumulation and gradual progress, and they are things that cannot be rushed.
In fact, Maka wasn't very anxious until Ewan Ravenclaw suddenly popped up. Even if Haierbo climbed out of the ground, it would only make him focus more on improving his strength.
But because Old Eun's words involved too many things about Rowena, and all kinds of inconsistent statements and experiences, Maka, who had always been calm, had to become anxious.
Don't forget, Rowena came back not long before the trial!
"This fatal couple..." After tapping the table, Maka leaned back on the chair and rubbed her sore forehead, "Royna... no, Rowena Mira... Are you the 'liar' that I call you in the future? Or are you the 'great witch' that everyone praises?"
"Or," he sighed, "actually, both?"
It's hard for Maka to believe something. Especially when it is always linked to your own life, necessary but excessive caution often complicates things.
What he didn't know was that just as he was troubled by these problems from before and after the millennium, some bad things had quietly spread around him.
"call-"
Maka took a deep breath again, but it couldn't relieve the exhaustion from his heart.
"Professor Dumbledore," he couldn't help but murmur to himself, "When you were faced with so many messy things, what made you really drop everything and choose to 'run away'?"