Chapter 150

"Dong Dong Dong"

"Hermione - little Hermione? What's the matter with you? Come out and let Dad see -"

Outside, he kept knocking at the door, time and time again. Hermione felt sorry for this. She knew that her parents were really worried about her.

But she really didn't want to move, not at all.

She lay on the bed that had been with her for nearly 12 years and buried her face in the soft pillow with a pillow.

It must be mom. She must have washed the pillow when she was not at home. A smell of soap poured into her nose.

The familiar fragrance gradually blurred Hermione's thoughts. She vaguely thought that the day of entering Hogwarts was September 1, 18 days before her birthday.

The first birthday at Hogwarts is definitely the least worth celebrating in her life. Because everyone is not too familiar, and most of the freshmen's attention is attracted by the novel magic courses.

Unfortunately, no one knows her birthday, let alone someone to celebrate her.

To tell the truth, as a sensible girl, Hermione didn't care too much about it. But what she couldn't bear was that the red haired monkey named Ron Weasley... Said that everyone couldn't stand her!

What's worse, he said he was like a nightmare!

The birthday passed half a month earlier. The mood that had gradually recovered due to the passage of time suddenly fell to the freezing point again.

Although it was not very interesting, she had to admit that she was really angry and cried.

"Well -"

Hermione buried herself in her pillow and whispered out her shame. After all, crying or something, I'm sorry to think of it.

However, when she kept wiping her tears in the girls' bathroom in the basement, she didn't expect a giant monster to rush in.

She was really scared!

She swore that she had really read it in the book and remembered it all at once - an average height of twelve feet, a weight of more than a ton, boundless strength, but stupid and stinking.

But she didn't know what she should do when she faced such a huge monster.

She didn't know, she didn't know anything - all she could do was scream and scream.

She didn't even know the meaning of screaming. Was it a cry for help? But at the time of Halloween dinner, who would notice a little girl screaming in the girls' bathroom in the basement?

In Hermione's scream, the troll raised his stick and saw that it was about to hit her. She was sure that even if she was hit, it would kill her.

She doesn't want to die!

But who knows, at the most critical moment, the white and smart looking hutchpatch boy actually appeared!

Two spells! He used two powerful spells in a row and knocked down the troll easily!

Then... Then she subconsciously jumped into Marca's arms.

"Well -"

Hermione simply pressed her head with a pillow and kicked the mattress with her feet. At this moment, the talented girls who have always been full of pride and carelessness really show the appearance of some girls.

After venting again, Hermione finally calmed down a little, and she continued to recall the days after that.

What's next?

Yes, it was a time when Maka gradually revealed his unparalleled magic talent.

He is active in almost all aspects. He has become the object of everyone's eyes, whether in learning or Quidditch.

Maybe he hasn't noticed it yet, but everyone sees it, and someone is secretly talking about him from time to time.

But Hermione always felt that the distance between her and Maka was getting farther and farther

Although there was no change in Maka at that time, she was still so easy to get along with. She often smiled and occasionally played a little humor.

But Hermione only saw the growing gap between him and herself.

Hermione knew that she was an unyielding person, but when she faced Maka, her heart was only admiration.

However, until the last moment of the Sorcerer's stone event, Maka's image in her mind collapsed.

It turned out that he was just an ordinary person, and he would show such a gloomy expression for some reasons. Among them, Hermione felt the vulnerability hidden deep in Marca's heart.

Although Marca's expression was terrible at that time, Hermione felt a little relieved inexplicably.

"So... He's just an ordinary person."

It was such a small awareness that Hermione always trusted Maka. Even if Maka suddenly became indifferent after that, even if Maka was often silent, she was secretly at ease for the gradually narrowing distance between herself and Maka.

But even she didn't notice it. There was a little green feeling in her heart.

Until recently, when she was still unable to watch the Quidditch World Cup for Maka, a sudden surprise made her fully understand her heart.

No, it was a complete shock!

She doesn't understand, really really doesn't understand at all, why does Maka

He was put in prison by fudge? Dumbledore didn't save his life? Maka became a fugitive from Azkaban?

She didn't believe it. She didn't believe it at all. Even if the facts were clearly in front of her, she just wanted to escape.

She wants to think about it. There must be something wrong here! But she couldn't adjust her messy mood at all.

Oh, poor Maka, he must have suffered a lot in Azkaban! Those terrible Dementors——

"Dementors?" Hermione suddenly sat up and threw the pillow aside. "Will Marca be afraid of Dementors? Will he 'shiver' in Azkaban?"

She widened her eyes, angrily climbed out of bed, stood in the room with her waist crossed, and angrily said, "he... How can he do this! He's lying!"

Hermione paced back and forth in the room, stamping the floor.

"Yes... That's right! He must have another plan! Hum! He always does!" Hermione muttered angrily. "Moreover, it seems that Professor Dumbledore is still cooperating with him in acting! I'm worried..."

She paused, a blush flashed on her face, and immediately changed a word.

"... hum! I'm so angry! I can't spare him!"

When a girl understands her mind, the changes in her mood and behavior seem to begin to become unpredictable.

Hermione clattered to the door, slammed the door open, opened the door, and hurried downstairs to the living room in her father's stunned expression - she hadn't eaten two meals for this. She was so hungry!

"This bad guy makes me hungry!"

Hermione's list of the 100 unforgivable crimes of Maka seems to have added another crime for no reason.

Just then, a clear bell rang at the door

"Oh - Hermione, you - are you okay?"

It was Ron and Harry who came. While Harry was still politely greeting Hermione's father, Ron had hurried to Hermione's side.

But Hermione just ate and didn't even look at him.

After Hermione filled her stomach, she said hello to her father and went to the yard outside the door with Ron and Harry.

"I've got a general idea of what's going on!" Hermione explained hastily before they spoke. "I think Marca is lying! He must be planning something with Dumbledore..."

Under Hermione's sudden and passionate explanation, Harry and Ron nodded in surprise and strangely.

Yes, Hermione's conjecture is very reasonable.

How could Marca McLean, who could grip the Dementor's face with his bare hands and drag it around, tremble in azkabanser? If so, where should they put the faces of the "poor" Dementors they practice?

With this thought, it seemed that things became clear when Maka smiled at them.

Marca must have remained the same, but he must have something important to do again - just like the previous times, although he was always mysterious in these things, he never missed them.

Harry and Hermione both believed in Marca, and even Ron quickly accepted Hermione's inference this time.

But Ron's eyes were strange. He frowned and looked at Hermione faintly. He seemed to have something on his mind. Harry and Hermione focused on the conversation and didn't have time to pay attention to Ron's careful thinking for a moment.

"... so what exactly are Hermione, Marca, he and Dumbledore planning?" Harry hesitated. "It can't be..."

"You can see the symbols of the mysterious man that night!" Hermione said immediately. "Although I can't guess Maka's plan, it must be and ambush -"

"Hey, don't talk here!" Ron whispered, suddenly recovering from his meditation.

"I know what you mean. I just remembered when you said that," followed Harry. "My scars hurt again that night when those strange skeletons appeared in the air!"

"Oh --" "are you okay?"

Harry waved his hand to make sure they didn't worry. He then said, "Marca reminded me again before that he asked me to learn the book of brain closure he gave me as soon as possible - remember? Marca gave me a Christmas present in our first grade!"

"Yes, I remember, I received a lion puppet..." Hermione said excitedly, but she immediately found it wrong and quickly pressed down her jumping mood.

"Yes, that's when... You know what? I tried, and the scar didn't hurt!"