Chapter 787

The main color of the night is always as black as ink.

The red curtains that are still bright during the day will be dim at night; The Phnom Penh tapestry hanging on the wall will also lose its luster at night.

Only on a clear night, there will be a bright moon in the sky, sprinkling a cold, gauze like fog. At this time, the chaotic black will be mixed with some silver light, which will make the night black a little lighter.

At this moment, in the dorm of Gryffindor tower, the moonlight passes through the grid window on the outer edge, painting the windowsill and wall with a layer of cool varnish.

"Harry, they're all asleep... What's the matter with Hermione? What did you find? It's time to talk about it?"

Ron stood by the dark red curtain near the mirror and looked at Harry sitting on the windowsill. A trace of depression clearly appeared on his face.

"Yes."

Harry leaned diagonally against the window and stared out at the world shrouded in night. The moonlight swept over his face and outlined his side face in a hazy outline.

"Of course, I'll tell you..." he said, "but before that, there's something I want to ask you."

Ron could not help frowning when he saw that Harry was suddenly mysterious.

"What's up?"

"Of course it's about Hermione," Harry still looked out of the window, seemingly casually. "To be exact, it's about you, Marca and Hermione. As your best friend, I feel it's my duty to ask you --"

At this point, he suddenly gave a meal.

"Do you still like Hermione?"

Ron was stunned when he heard the speech, and a pair of pupils suddenly shook.

"How could it be!" he felt that his throat was a little dry for a moment, which made him swallow his saliva first. "Didn't I tell you about it long ago? Hermione likes Maka... It's been so long. Why do you still ask?"

"Don't say it's useless, Ron."

Harry suddenly turned his face and looked at each other, which forced the latter to subconsciously look away.

"I'm asking you, do you still like Hermione?" he asked again. "Don't you just answer 'yes' or' no '? Why explain?"

"I..." Ron pursed his lips and suddenly became upset. "I'm asking you, tell me what you found in Hermione? Don't ask such meaningless questions again!"

Although he was very upset, he still paid attention to his surroundings.

Other roommates in the bedroom were sleeping, so he didn't speak too loudly. It was only because some of the depression in his heart was gradually provoked by Harry's words that the tone had increased a lot.

To tell the truth, he had already buried it in his heart. Even he thought he was about to forget it.

However

"You're just avoiding the problem," Harry continued leisurely. "Avoiding can't solve the problem - you see, as soon as I mention it, you immediately show great boredom and uneasiness. Isn't that equivalent to saying..."

"No!" Ron frowned and lowered his voice. "I didn't!"

"Really?" Harry saw this and shook his head slightly. "In that case, you answer my question 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 Harry suddenly stood up and grabbed his front.

"Look at me!"

Although Harry's words were not loud, they could even be said to be deliberately light. But somehow, Ron felt as if he had been hit by a magic, as if his soul trembled.

So Ron involuntarily turned his head and looked into the eyes of his best friend.

"You still like her."

Harry stared into Ron's eyes, and the sentence jumped out of his mouth almost word by word.

"I... Still like... Her," Ron couldn't help repeating it.

"In that case, what do you want to do?"

"Take back her heart from Marca's hand." Ron said slowly.

"No, you know very well that you can't do it."

"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, as if wondering, "how can I... Give it to you?"

"Open your heart to me!"

I don't know when Ron's face has only been numb.

"Open... Your heart..." he said quietly.

"Yes, that's it."

Said Harry, gently loosening Ron's skirt and smoothing out some wrinkles. Then, he casually wiped it in front of Ron's eyes, and the latter collapsed to the ground and fainted silently.

"The gap between people's hearts will always be the most perfect breakthrough in the soul. This will never change in the past millennium or ten thousand years."

When he said this, the corners of Harry's mouth seemed to tilt up uncontrollably, and the smile was colder than the moonlight behind him.

……

At this moment, Hermione was sitting on the sofa with a slight frown in the public lounge outside.

"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 looking for Marca? Why did Harry stop me from telling Hagrid the truth?"

In fact, in addition to these two points that she was most concerned about, Hermione had more "wrong things" in her heart.

For example, why do elves tie up the invisible beast Demi, and what is the use of the unfinished building? 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 that time, there were so many problems that she had no time to think. Now, when I settle down, a lot of perplexing doubts will come.

Instead of summarizing it into one point, that is - why does an invisible beast bring so many messy suspicious places at once?

"And why did Harry say 'see you later'? What did he want to say to me?" Hermione thought intently and asked herself secretly, "or what did he find?"

After thinking about it, questions are mixed up, and thinking becomes more and more difficult.

Just when Hermione wanted to push all the chaotic thoughts down and think from another angle, there was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the boys' bedroom.

She looked back 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 door opening. "So coincidentally, Hermione, I have something to ask you!"

"What?" Hermione paused, but then said, "anyway, come here first and don't be stunned!"

"OK."

Harry said as he walked slowly to the sofa and sat down in a chair.

"But Hermione, I think you must listen to me first," he suddenly looked into Hermione's eyes. His deep eyes seemed to see through people's hearts. "I have a question. I hope you can answer me -"

"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 idea in your heart."

When he said this, his voice seemed to have some unspeakable magnetism, and every word was full of magic that made people immerse themselves in it.

"... the real idea?" Hermione repeated hesitantly with a wink.

……

At the same time, the office of the professor of ancient magic literature.

Maka sat behind his desk, leaning on her cheeks and staring at the two pieces of paper on the table. One is the guide table of rule runes originally attached to the book of sin, and the other is the volume of truth.

After reviewing the stone array of the horse people in the Dragon Cave, he has been thinking about the regular rune.

But no matter how he feels, he can't understand the mystery.

Although he was more or less aware that the rune might be a key to solving many problems. However, in terms of research, Muggle science is the same as wizard magic. They pay attention to accumulation and gradual progress, which is not urgent.

In fact, Marca was not in a hurry until Eun Ravenclaw suddenly jumped out. Even if Haier Bo climbs out of the ground, it just makes him focus more on improving his strength.

But because the old Eun's words involved too many things about royna, all kinds of contradictory statements and experiences, Maka, who has always been calm, had to be anxious.

Don't forget, not long before royna's trial, but he has come back!

"This deadly couple..." after knocking on the table, Maka leaned back on the back of the chair and rubbed her sour forehead. "Roy Na... No, loina, Myra... Are you the 'liar' in my mouth in the future? Or the 'great witch' praised by everyone?"

"Or," he sighed, "both?"

It's hard for Maka to believe something. Especially when you are always connected with your life, necessary but excessive caution often complicates things.

What he didn't know was that when he was trapped by these problems around the millennium, some bad things had quietly spread to him.

"Call -"

Maka breathed again, but it was difficult to alleviate his heartfelt fatigue.

"Professor Dumbledore," he couldn't help muttering, "when you were faced with so many messy things, what made you really put down everything and choose to run?"