Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 211: Sneak help

"Hermione? Hermione? Are you okay?" Hermione woke up suddenly from her sleep when she heard someone calling her with concern.

She looked up and saw her roommate, Lavender Brown, standing behind her at this time, staring at her silently.

Hermione realized that she should have had a nightmare, and she immediately covered her chest, relieved with a sigh of relief. The scene was so real that she still had lingering fears.

At this time, the girl covered her lips, yawned, then glanced at the various materials piled up on Hermione’s desk and sighed: "You are really working hard, now you are tired of doing homework. When I fell asleep, did I 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, don't let yourself be so tired, why do girls do this? Isn't it good to find a better boyfriend who knows how to take care of yourself?" said this, Lavender's face Climbed a little blush, as if thinking of something.

"By the way, today, Professor Trelawney said I will make a boyfriend this year!" She said excitedly at this time, eager to share her joy with her roommate.

Even if today is not a day for class, it is customary for this student to communicate with the professor of divination. She likes to listen to Professor Trelawney’s divination. She feels that with the guidance of this teacher, the future will be I won't be confused anymore.

"Yes, is it?" Hermione’s expression is a bit strange. If she remembers correctly, she often said this last semester, but she never found her boyfriend, but Hermione was not ready to refute at this time. , She has completely fallen out with the teacher, and the class is gone, there is no need to upset her roommate because of this.

"It would be great if Krum could be my boyfriend, tall, handsome, a Quidditch star, and a foreigner, how romantic this is!" Lavender said with a look of hope at this time. , There seemed to be stars gleaming in his eyes, but the expression on his face soon dimmed again. It was obvious that this was an unrealized and unrealistic fantasy.

They obviously won't have any intersection. The closest relationship may be the audience and the performer.

When Lavender mentioned the name Krum, Hermione's expression instantly froze. She suddenly recalled how she had fled from the library in a hurry today, and she also wondered why Krum would take the initiative to become friends with her.

But Hermione was not going to reveal it to Lavender, because it seemed like she was showing off.

"Seriously, who do you like these two people?" Lavender randomly pulled a stool from behind and sat under him, with an ambiguous smile, and asked. .

Sometimes the topic that girls ask is so direct.

"Which two?" Hermione's eyes suddenly widened, and she hadn't reacted yet.

Lavender may not have heard Hermione’s question, she broke her fingers again and counted: "The three of you are often together, and everyone else is guessing who you will be in a couple with, Mr. Savior's reputation. Okay, he looks handsome, but I don’t have much contact with him, and I don’t know if his character is good, but I always feel that there may be something wrong in his heart. After all, he has no parents since he was a child."

"Oh, I don’t mean anything else. I just talk about the matter. Don’t tell him. I think he usually performs well." Lavender hurriedly added, suddenly realizing that he seems to be speaking behind his back. Bad things about others.

She retracted one of her fingers, and then continued to count: "I think the one from Weasley's is pretty good. I think it's quite humorous and has a good personality."

Hermione felt Lavender's face flushed at this moment.

"Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff should be good, tall enough, and very good at learning. It's hard to believe that he will be a student of Hufflepuff. It's a pity that he didn't become a warrior." Lavender shook his head, but began to stretch out, no longer confined to their small circle.

"Slytherin's..." Hermione had already guessed what she would say later, and then interrupted: "Sorry, I'm a little sleepy, I want to go to bed."

"Well, then, I wish you a good dream." Lavender smiled, then glanced at the clock on Hermione's desk, his face changed greatly: "It's so late, I want to Sleeping! Staying up late can hurt your skin very much! This is what Mrs. Pomfrey said!"

After washing up, Hermione lay on the bed covered by the crimson flannel curtain, closed her eyelids, but was not sleepy at all.

Maybe it was because I slept for a long time before, maybe I was worried about someone.

She tossed and turned on the cot, and the dreams just now kept replaying in her mind. A blood was sprinkled on the cruel fangs of the fire dragon. The boy fell in a pool of blood, and the blood was flowing quietly and spreading on the stone ground. Shows a strange cruelty.

In the stands, Malfoy's parents fainted screaming, and there was chaos around, and Madam Pomfrey rushed out from nowhere. Dumbledore walked quickly to the venue and subdued the fire dragon.

A scene from the dream flashed in her mind.

"If he knows, then my reminder is considered useless. If he doesn't know about it, then I just ask him to stand on the same starting line with others again~IndoMTL.com~ This is just to pay him back. This is not emotional, this is not emotional." Hermione still seemed to have made some determination in the end, but at the same time she still gave herself some excuses to convince herself.

She stretched her hand out of the curtain and fumbled for a quill from the bedside table.

"Parchment paper is coming!" Hermione whispered, trying not to wake her roommate.

A piece of parchment on the wooden table "swish" and passed through the gap between the curtains, then suddenly slowed down and floated to Hermione's pillow.

"Fluorescence flashes!" She said again in a low voice, and then she supported the quilt with her left hand to give her space to move, while her right hand was a little difficult to put in front of her, and she started writing Up.

If given the opportunity, Harry might be able to share with her the experience of doing homework under the covers.

The handwriting looks crooked, and does not match her usual graceful handwriting at all. Even Professor McGonagall would not recognize her handwriting.

It is true that there are reasons for irregular movements, but more often, it is Hermione deliberately, and she doesn't want to be recognized by herself.

"It's done." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief looking at the handwriting that she didn't recognize, but could still barely distinguish.

"Crookshanks?" Hermione whispered from the bed. The big **** cat under the bed was curled up, and jumped onto Hermione's small bed with an agile posture that didn't match her fat body. .

Hermione started speaking in a low voice beside her pet's ear. She knew that her cat was smart and understood what she meant.

"Don't be seen, I'll give you an extra meal tomorrow." Hermione touched Crookshank's meek fur and whispered.

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