Her relationship with Ron had turned sour since the day Hermione revealed her partner at the Yule Ball, and after he briefly showed his shock, he began to make trouble out of no reason, at least in Hermione's eyes. Come is exactly so.
She couldn't understand why Ron was angry at all. Would she have to report to him who she chose as a dance partner
Ron even maliciously guessed whether Krum wanted to get close to her, and then steal information about the second project.
"He's from Durmstrang!" snapped Ron. "He's Harry's rival! Hogwarts rival! You—you're—" Ron was obviously rummaging for A powerful word enough to describe Hermione's heinous crime, "You are a friend and enemy, and this is what you did!"
"Don't think of others so dirty! I'm going to read a book, you get out of the way" she stood up from her seat and sternly reprimanded, then pushed him away unceremoniously, and walked out of the door direction.
When she was about to step out of the threshold, Hermione turned her head and retorted: "I don't know who was so excited after seeing him coming? Who wanted to get his autograph? Who put him in the dormitory?" model?" Then he left without looking back.
"Look, that person just asked her out, and she started to treat her old friend who has known her for four years like this. Now I guess she must go to find that Krum." Ron said ferociously, as if being attracted After Furong mocked and refused, the suppressed anger in her heart completely broke out at this moment.
"Oh, brother, this is really..." Ginny looked at Ron sympathetically, and hesitated to speak.
"Forget it, this kid seems to deserve it." The twins looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly at the same time.
"Little brother, you still have a long way to go when you deal with girls. It's a very unfashionable thing to quarrel with girls." George shook his head and said with a bit of resentment.
"Especially in the situation where you can't argue, let's go. If you don't mind, can you give me the model of your archenemy? Actually, I also admire him." Fred seemed to add fuel to the fire, He also patted Ron on the shoulder heavily.
"Do you all think it's my fault?" Ron blushed suddenly, and said loudly, he also squeezed through their surroundings, and walked towards the spiral staircase in the direction of the dormitory, and then a model quickly passed upstairs It was thrown, and the arm on the model was smashed to pieces.
At the same time, Hermione was walking on the road, recalling what happened today. Just a few days ago, Krum found her in the library and said that he hoped to invite her to be his girlfriend at the Christmas ball. The answer she gave was that she needed to think about it.
And today happened to be the time for her to give an answer.
She made an appointment with Krum to meet in the auditorium today and give her answer.
It was extremely coincidental that she experienced that embarrassing scene. Fortunately, Luna blocked the girl's pointing, otherwise Hermione would have no idea how to respond.
At that moment, she really thought that she was invited, but of course, this idea was quickly dispelled.
But while she was rejoicing, she also felt some unreasonable irritability in her heart.
"Who will be his dance partner?" Hermione guessed in her heart, "Is it Luna's little girl?" Although it was of no benefit to her, and even distracted her, she still couldn't help but think, Then some sour feeling flowed from the bottom of my heart.
At that time, she escaped and found a place near the corner, and then slowly calmed down her agitated mood.
"You don't look very well, Hermione, what happened?"
Krum came late, and then asked Hermione with concern in a substandard pronunciation.
"Nothing." Hermione shook her head.
"Well, how do you think about it? Can you accept my invitation?" Krum began to look around, and asked a little embarrassedly. When facing someone he really liked, he still acted a little at a loss measures.
"I want to ask you a question first, can you answer me?"
"you say."
"Why did you invite me? I think many girls should be happy to be your dance partner, right? And there must be many beautiful girls. I think I have nothing else to do except that I am a little smart and may be able to do well in my studies. It's something to brag about."
Hermione shook her head, expressing her inner doubts.
Before Krum could answer, she asked Krum again: "Besides, you are not my classmate, and you certainly don't know my study situation. In the eyes of most people who are not familiar with me, I am It should be an ordinary girl, by the way, although I really want to change my image, but my hair has always been messy and unruly, no one would invite such a girl, would they?"
"I really can't find any reason for you to invite me." Hermione had changed her defensive eyes at this time, looked at the boy in front of her, and felt that he had bad motives and impure intentions.
At this time, Hermione had the same idea as Ron later.
"I don't care about that! And I think you are beautiful, and they didn't know how to appreciate it at that time! Also, I swear, I have absolutely no other intentions, just simply want to invite you to be my dance partner." Krum looked flustered He explained, wanting to show his sincere side as much as possible.
"When you rushed into the library that day, I felt that this girl is not ordinary. You have an independent temperament around you, which is rare." Krum continued.
It was only then that Hermione remembered that their first real meeting and conversation was in the library. She searched for information about fire dragons for Harry that day, and then met this star Quidditch player and
"You are very confident! I noticed you when you kept looking for those books on the bookshelf. I have never seen such a temperamental girl!"
"Yes, is it?" Facing such a straightforward compliment, Hermione froze and stammered.
Her intuition told her that this boy was not malicious.
"Don't regret it, many people may laugh at me for inviting me, and they may say in private - oh, look at which Durmstrang warrior, is he blind to find such a humble man?" girl."
"Who dares?" Krum slammed the table in front of him fiercely with his strong fist, and looked around fiercely. The long square table trembled a few times, and the delicate silver plate on the table seemed to be about to jump up, making a crisp collision sound, which spread from one end to the other end. Many students who secretly looked at the two of them closed their mouths tacitly, keeping silent.
Only at this time did people from extremely cold regions show the sturdy atmosphere that symbolizes them.
"It seems that I have no reason to refuse. I am looking forward to this dance, thank you for your invitation, and I am sorry for the suspicion of you just now, I hope you will not be displeased by it." Hermione said slightly at this time He smiled apologetically, then stretched out his hand and said.
"Of course not!" Krum said hastily, and then hastily stretched out his powerful palm. The irritable mood just now disappeared without a trace.
Of course, Hermione still underestimated the speed of the rumors and the maliciousness of others afterwards. Just on the way back to the Gryffindor lounge, she heard such words more than once—
"I bet she definitely used a love potion on Viktor! Otherwise, why would Vikki take the initiative to invite such a featureless girl?"
"I'm going to go to Professor Snape and tell him that students who use doping are his specialty, and he must be very interested in Gryffindors who make mistakes."
On the way back, Hermione heard all kinds of discussions like this. She thought her heart was strong enough, but she still couldn't control her emotions and became a little depressed.
And the depressed mood quickly turned into anxiety. In the end, Ron's questioning seemed to completely ignite the last fuse on the powder keg in her heart. .
This farce brought the relationship between Hermione and Ron into an impasse again, but her relationship with Harry was not affected. She was still actively advising Harry, and still trying to crack the secret hidden by the golden egg. But she read a lot of information, but did not find a clue about it.
Until the advent of the Christmas holiday, this semester ended in the blink of an eye.
"Harry, aren't you in a hurry?" Hermione stared at Harry with a strange look, as if Harry would understand her painstaking efforts.
"It's Christmas, Hermione," said Harry lazily. He sat in an armchair by the fire and read "Flying with the Cannon" for the tenth time.
"Aren't you going to do your homework? We still need to make time to study the golden eggs!"
"Hermione, don't worry, it's too early to hand in the homework, isn't this the first day of the holiday." Harry leaned back on the chair, put the book on the coffee table aside, and said lazily.
"As for the golden eggs, we still have plenty of time until February 24th, don't we?" Maybe it was because the first project passed without any risk, which made him a little slack.
There are so many friends who help him, his godfather is still staying in Hagrid's hut, according to Sirius, his working hours are very flexible, and the location is also the same, it seems that he is staying in Hogwarts now, too Part of his job, it made him more emboldened.
"Harry, if you are pursuing something, you should be mentally prepared to endure hardships. Don't tell me you just want to go through the motions after getting this hard-won opportunity? You don't want to get the first place** ?"
Forced into desperation, Hermione could only resort to aggressive methods. Of course, in her heart, she still felt that Harry only needed to be safe.
"I don't know if Malfoy has already solved this problem." Such a thought suddenly popped up in Hermione's mind, which startled her.
"I'm so stupid, so stupid to copy so many useless things and secretly give them to him. It seems that he didn't use any of them." Hermione's thoughts stretched out, thinking of the "enemy" she made before. things.
Ron's nonsense before was generally correct, but the target was wrong.
"Okay." Harry sighed, then stood up from the chair, ready to go back to his dormitory, take out the golden egg and study it, the golden egg was quietly staying in the box under his bed, except for the last time Harry hadn't tried to study the egg, except that it had been opened while they were celebrating.
That ear-piercing scream was really awful.
"Let's go to another place, Harry, this is not suitable for research." Hermione said, and then offered her own suggestion: "Is Sirius in Hagrid's cabin? It should be a good place to go, and he should also You can give us some advice."
Harry quickly agreed with the proposal, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly asked, "Is Ron not here? What should I do?"
"I don't mind if he goes with him, but if he wants me to communicate with him, he must apologize to me first." Hermione's expression turned cold at this moment.
"Oh, well." Harry sighed, and decided not to discuss the matter any more. Ron happened to be out of the lounge at this time, which saved him a little trouble.
There was a bleak and chilling atmosphere outside. The leaves on many trees had already returned to the earth and turned into dust. Occasionally, a few withered and yellow leaves were still hanging on the intertwined branches. When the wind blew, they fluttered from among them. fall.
Harry and Hermione trudged along the leafy path, and soon, a patch of orange and yellow came into view
After Hagrid left, the land next to his hut was completely deserted at this time, and the pumpkins that hadn't been picked seemed to grow bigger and bigger in the land without restraint, and were not affected by the seasons.
"Harry, nice to meet you!" Sirius seemed to have seen their arrival through the window, then he opened the door proactively, walked out of the room, and gave Harry who was standing on the threshold a big hug.
Sirius is wearing a black fur coat today. I don’t know what kind of animal fur it is made of, but at first glance, it feels quite warm. His lower body is wearing a pair of brown tights, which looks very energetic, haha Leigh has no doubts that if his godfather is paired with a set of bows and arrows at this time, he can completely pass off as a hunter.
"Stop standing, come in, it's warm in the room." Sirius said with a smile, and then led Harry into his room.
By this time, the cottage had taken on a new look, similar to the one in Grimmauld Place, with all the bacon hanging on the ropes removed, and the bed replaced with a real bed (previously Hagrid used several spliced together.)
Soon, Harry and Hermione explained their purpose.
"Interesting." Sirius touched his chin and said, the faint stubble was rubbed by his slender fingers, and he fell into thinking.
"Let's open it first." Hermione gave her own suggestion, and at the same time took out four earplugs from her delicate purple leather bag, and then put one back.
"We can keep the noise to a minimum first." Hermione suggested, while Sirius nodded in agreement and took the earplugs.
After the three of them were ready, the moment Harry snapped the golden egg away with his hands.
A hoarse and desolate cry came from within, but after being weakened, it was no longer so unacceptable.
Just when they were about to take a closer look at the golden egg, Harry suddenly felt his scar start to ache like it was being burned.
Deep into the bone marrow, it hurts a lot more than that night during the holiday.
"Surrender, or die." A hoarse voice suddenly entered his ears.
Such a picture suddenly broke into his mind——
A middle-aged man was curling up his body and fell on a black marble floor, moaning in pain, as if he was undergoing extremely cruel torture.
From Harry's own perspective, he seemed to be the sadistic one.
"Don't think about it." The man said disdainfully, then raised his head, ready to meet "Harry", he was fighting, he didn't want to give in.
"For me, death is the scariest thing, but for you, there may be something more terrifying than death. Want to die? It's not that easy." Harry heard a snake-like neighing tone, which made him He couldn't help getting more and more horrified.
A more piercing pain came from his forehead at this time, the severe pain made him no longer even have the strength to moan, and he passed out directly, and fell straight backward as if he had lost his strength.
All he heard was Hermione's scream, Sirius' cry, and the still-continuous noise of the golden egg before he lost consciousness.
"Can you close the golden eggs first?" was Harry's last thought before he lost consciousness and passed out completely.