She looked up and saw her roommate, Lavender Brown, standing behind her at this moment, staring at her silently.
Only then did Hermione realize that she must have had a nightmare, she immediately covered her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief, that scene was so real that she still has lingering fears.
At this time, the girl covered her lips, yawned, glanced at the various materials piled up on Hermione's desk, and sighed: "You really worked hard, and now you are so tired of doing homework that you fell asleep." Did you take extra classes again?" Lavender inferred naturally.
But at the same time, it's not surprising, after all, this is Hermione's normal state.
"But I still think you can relax and don't make yourself so tired. Why do girls work so hard? Wouldn't it be better to find a better boyfriend who knows how to take care of yourself?" Lavender's face climbed up when he said this. A little blush, as if thinking of something.
"By the way, today, Professor Trelawney said that I will get a boyfriend this year!" She said excitedly at this time, eager to share her joy with her roommates.
Even though today is not the day of class, for this student, communicating with the divination professor is also a routine. She likes listening to Professor Trelawney's divination. She feels that with the guidance of this teacher, there will be no future Get lost.
"Yes, is it?" Hermione's expression was a little strange. If she remembers correctly, she often said this sentence last semester, but she didn't see her find a boyfriend, but Hermione was not going to refute at this time, she had already Totally falling out with that teacher, missing class, no need to mess with her roommate.
"If only Krum could be my boyfriend, tall, handsome, a Quidditch star, and a foreigner, how romantic it is!" Lavender said with a look of longing at this time, eyes It seemed that there were stars twinkling, but the expression on his face quickly dimmed again. It was obvious that this was an unrealistic and unrealistic fantasy.
They obviously won't have any intersection, and the closest relationship may be audience and performer.
When Lavender mentioned the name Krum, Hermione's expression froze immediately. She suddenly recalled how she escaped from the library in a hurry today, and she also wondered why Krum would take the initiative to become friends with her.
But Hermione wasn't going to reveal it to Lavender, because it would look like she was showing off.
"Seriously, who do you like among those two people?" Lavender randomly pulled a stool from behind at this time, placed it under his body, and asked with an ambiguous smile.
Sometimes the topics girls ask are so direct.
"Which two?" Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, before she could react.
Lavender probably didn't hear Hermione's question, she counted with her fingers again: "The three of you are often together, and everyone else is guessing who you will pair up with, Mr. Savior has a good reputation, long He is quite handsome, but I haven't had much contact with him, and I don't know if he has a good personality, but I always feel that there may be some problems in his heart, after all, he has no parents since he was a child."
"Oh, I don't mean anything else. I'm just talking about the facts. Don't tell him. I think he usually behaves pretty well." Lavender hurriedly added, suddenly realizing that he seems to be talking bad things about others behind his back .
She withdrew one finger, and then continued to count: "I think the one from the Weasleys is pretty good. I think it's quite humorous and has a good personality."
Hermione felt that Lavender's face turned red at this moment.
"Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory should be pretty good too. He's tall enough and studies well. It's hard to believe that he will be a Hufflepuff student. It's a pity that he didn't become a warrior." Lavender shook Shaking his head, it started to spread out, no longer limited to their small circle.
"Slytherin's..." Hermione had already guessed what she would say next, and then interrupted, "Sorry, I'm a little sleepy and I want to go to bed."
"Well, I wish you a good dream." Lavender said with a smile, and then glanced at the clock on Hermione's desk, his face changed drastically: "It's so late, I'm going to bed too! Staying up late is very harmful to the skin! This is what Madam Pomfrey said!"
After washing up, Hermione lay on the bed covered by the dark red flannel curtain, closed her eyelids, but didn't feel sleepy at all.
Maybe it was because I slept for a long time before, maybe I was worried about someone.
She tossed and turned in her little bed, the dream just now kept replaying in her mind, the cruel fangs of the fire dragon were sprinkled with blood red, the boy fell into a pool of blood, the blood quietly flowed and spread on the stone floor, showing An eerie sense of cruelty.
Malfoy's parents screamed and fainted in the stands, and the surroundings were in chaos. Madam Pomfrey rushed out from nowhere, and Dumbledore quickly walked to the field and subdued the dragon.
Scenes from the dream flashed in her mind.
"If he knows, then my reminder is useless. If he doesn't know about it, then I just let him stand on the same starting line with others again. This should be regarded as returning his favor. It's not just a matter of emotion. It's not sentimental." Hermione finally seemed to have made up her mind, but at the same time she still made some excuses for herself and convinced herself.
She stretched out her hand from the curtain and fumbled for a quill from the bedside table.
"Here comes the parchment!" whispered Hermione, trying not to wake her roommate.
A piece of parchment on the wooden table passed through the gap in the curtain with a "whoosh", then suddenly slowed down, and fluttered down to Hermione's pillow.
"Fluorescent flashes!" She whispered again, and then supported the quilt with her left hand to give her room to move, while she placed her right hand in front of her body with some difficulty, and began to write in a difficult posture.
If given the chance, maybe Harry could share with her his experience of doing homework under the covers.
The handwriting looked crooked and did not match her usual graceful handwriting at all. Even Professor McGonagall would not recognize it as her handwriting.
It is true that there are reasons for this irregular movement, but it is more because of Hermione's intention, and she does not want to be recognized.
"It's finished." Looking at the handwriting that she didn't recognize but could barely make out, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Crookshanks?" Hermione called softly from the bed, and the big ginger cat under the bed, which was curled up, jumped onto Hermione's small bed with a sensitive posture that didn't match her fat body.
Hermione began to whisper in her pet's ear, knowing her cat was smart enough to understand her.
"Don't be seen, I'll give you an extra meal tomorrow." Hermione whispered as she stroked Crookshanks' docile fur.