Chapter 600

In our every day, the sunrise is always wonderful and short. It symbolizes vigorous vitality and makes people want to pick up their energy and face a new day.

And the corresponding, of course, is that particularly long and loose sunset. Compared with the sunrise that will speed up the pace of life for you, the sunset is like a bent old man, sharing the aftertaste of the whole day with you in the faint afterglow.

When the little Wizards of Hogwarts spent this chaotic day, the part still left in Hogsmeade village was bathed in the golden sunset, laughing and walking on the way back to school.

Logically speaking, there should be no fifth grade and seventh grade students among these groups. Because they will face a major exam that can be said to be related to their life in the near future, but they don't have much time to waste.

However, there is no absolute thing in the world. At this time, there are really several Hogwarts fifth graders who "don't do their jobs".

Harry, of course, is one of them.

In his mind at the moment, it was the first priority to accompany Ginny to enjoy the beautiful dusk. In order to have enough confidence to stay in Hogsmeade, he spent the boss's effort to finish most of his homework in advance. Er, yes, it's just more than half - if you go back later, I'm afraid you'll have to stay up late tonight.

"Harry, the sunset is so beautiful." Ginny walked gently on Harry's side, allowing him to hold his hand and feel the warmth from his palm. "To tell the truth, when Voldemort came several times, I thought I couldn't enjoy such a beautiful sunset in my life!"

Harry turned his head at the sound and stared quietly at Ginny's side face. In the soft evening light, the fine hairs on her face reflected light, outlining a golden outline of her side face.

"Yes!" Harry looked at her. "The so-called Dark Lord was really terrible. At that time, although we all believed that we would defeat him, we also believed that it would be a tragic duel. Let alone us, even everyone in the order of the Phoenix resisted with great determination. Who could have thought that the final victory would come so suddenly..."

As they chatted casually, they strolled through the streets of Hogsmeade village, experiencing the last trace of warmth brought by today's sunshine to the world.

"Harry... You say, Neville, is he all right now?"

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Harry must not know whether Neville is good or not.

In the previous afternoon, Mr. Longbottom, who was well questioned by lavender, said a big truth deeply buried in his heart, which suddenly stimulated the hearts of the two girls at the same time. That sentence "I like Hannah" not only hurt Lavender's self-esteem, but also made Miss Hannah Abbott tremble as she stood silently watching.

In fact, Hannah and Neville are very similar - they are both unspeakable people, shy, timid, forgetful and rash, just like a pair of long lost twins. From this point of view, it's not incredible that Neville might like Hannah.

But the key is here. After all, Neville has never revealed his love for Hannah. Now he is forced out by lavender, and the cowardly boys and girls naturally become more and more embarrassed.

After that, no matter what Lavender said, Neville never answered again. He just lowered his head and didn't dare to lift it up at all, for fear that he would see the possible dislike on Hannah's face.

Hannah was even more embarrassed.

Her little face hidden in her long hair was red as if it were bleeding. A pair of delicate hands were folded together. For a moment, they fastened on their chest and covered most of their face. It seems that it is good not to escape on the spot.

Finally, lavender, who constantly harassed Neville, seemed to be tired of tossing. She finally gave up her persistent questioning and left the three broom bar angrily with her good sister Pavati.

When Harry and Ginny left there together, they remembered that Neville and Hannah were the only people left. As for whether there will be any further development in the end, I'm afraid it depends on whether Neville can summon up his courage again - at least Harry thinks so.

Of course, if the future will be deduced without deviation according to one person's expectation, it will not be the "future", but the "past" of another person.

Well, probably right now! Right now, at the three broom bar, Hermione and Luna are walking down the stairs from the second floor. What they talked about today was not heard by anyone; As for some of the results of the conversation, no one knows.

Not to mention what the two girls who stood together with some sense of discord talked about, now the most worth mentioning is Neville and Hannah sitting on both sides of a small round table.

Their expressions looked strange: one put his hands between his knees, shrunk his neck and stared at the table, as if he wanted to refine the wood grain on the table several times; The other is holding a cup of hot drink. The heat in the cup has already dissipated, but it hasn't been drunk even a mouthful.

If you don't know what happened between them, it's hard to understand why they were so silent.

"Neville? And Miss Hannah Abbott of hatch patch college?"

At this time, the three brooms were much empty. Hermione, who had just come down the stairs, glanced casually in the store and found the two students with surprisingly similar faces and gestures.

"What are they doing? Is it longer than anyone who doesn't talk?" Luna nearby said curiously.

Hermione shook her head in silence.

"Hermione, let's go! I want to join them too -"

Luna said, grabbed Hermione's arm and was about to pull her over, but Hermione stumbled when she suddenly reacted.

"Hey, don't go there!" she whispered hurriedly. "I think they must have something to do. Let's not go there and make trouble."

Pure Luna may not see the wonderful atmosphere over there, but Hermione is so smart that she is naturally aware of some situations soon.

"Eh?" Luna said regretfully, "how do you know? Maybe the winner will have small gifts... Really can't go?"

"No!" Hermione dragged Luna's wrist angrily and went straight to the door. "Stop it. It's almost time. We should go back."

However, perhaps it was because the movement on their side was so big that Neville and Hannah soon noticed their presence.

"Uh --"

Hannah's face turned red again. She glanced at Neville quickly, then stood up and hurried to the door. It seems that she might want to escape here before Hermione and Luna.

Hermione saw that it was wrong, an idea flashed in her mind, and the next moment she ran without hesitation.

"Wait, Miss Abbott!"

Hannah is actually one of the members of R.A., and it is probably for this reason that Neville has the opportunity to have feelings for her. However, with Hannah's character, she really didn't have much sense of existence in R.A.'s previous training, so even Hermione didn't communicate with her deeply.

But even if the friendship is still shallow, even if she doesn't know much about the situation here, Hermione also wants to take care of it. A girl who will take care of herself even if she keeps a house elf. Her sense of responsibility is obvious. How can she allow the situation to change badly because of her own appearance?

Yes, because of her and Luna's appearance, Hannah raised her legs and ran away - she could still see it.

"Oh! I... Miss Greg and Granger, please... Please let me go..."

Hermione moves very fast. In terms of distance, it's natural that she is closer to the bar door and can stop Hannah's footsteps.

"Sorry, I don't think I can put --" Hermione looked at her face and said seriously, "Miss Aibo, if I disturb you, please let me say yes..."

"No, no... no bother." Hannah interrupted her with a blush. "You don't have to apologize, we didn't... nothing happened."

After hearing this, Hermione blinked gently, and then glanced casually at Neville.

As she expected, Neville was still standing next to his chair. He looked at it from a distance, his face full of embarrassment and anxiety, but he refused to move half a step under his feet.

About Neville's temperament, as Hermione who had been together since she first entered school, it was clear. Therefore, she had more guesses about the situation between Neville and Hannah.

"Miss Abbott, we can talk alone if you like." Hermione looked back, lowered her head slightly and whispered to Hannah, who was a little shorter than herself. "Come on, please come this way - Luna, please wait here."

"Oh... OK?" Luna nodded dreamily, but her attention had already slipped to the kitten lying in the window.

On the other hand, Neville vented when he saw that Hannah finally walked out of the bar with Hermione. He flopped again, threw himself back into the chair, and lay down feebly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Ron..." he murmured listlessly, putting his face on the cool table. "I screwed up everything you asked. I'm really... I'm really sorry."

Neville knew that what he really wanted to say was not sorry. But even in his own words, he still didn't have the courage to complain about his feelings for Hannah, and could only hide them deeper and deeper silently.