Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Hermione? Hermione? Are you all right?" Hermione woke up suddenly from her sleep and heard someone calling her with concern.

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

It was only then that Hermione realized that she must have had a nightmare. She immediately covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. The scene was so real that she still had lingering fears.

At this time, the girl covered her lips and yawned, then glanced at the various materials piled up on Hermione's desk, and sighed: "You are really working hard, you are so tired from doing your homework now that you fall asleep. So, did you choose an extra class again?" Lavender deduced it for granted.

But at the same time, it's not surprising, after all, this is also Hermione's normal.

"But I still think you can relax, don't make yourself so tired, why do girls have to fight so hard? Isn't it good to find a better boyfriend who knows how to take care of yourself?" Saying this, Lavender's face climbed up A little blush, as if thinking of something.

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

Even if today is not the day of class, it is customary for this student to communicate with the divination professor. She likes to listen to Professor Trelawney's divination. She feels that with the guidance of this teacher, she will not be able to do it again in the future. Get lost.

"Yes, yes?" Hermione's expression was a little strange. If she remembered correctly, she often said this sentence last semester, but she never found a boyfriend, but Hermione was not going to refute at this time, she had already She had a complete fallout with that teacher, and she didn't go to class, so there was no need to make trouble with her roommate.

"If only Krum could be my boyfriend, tall, handsome, a Quidditch star, and a foreigner, how romantic!" Lavender said with a longing look in his eyes. There seemed to be stars twinkling, but the expression on his face quickly dimmed again, obviously this was an unrealistic and unrealistic fantasy.

They obviously won't have any intersection, and the most recent relationship may be the audience and the performer.

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

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

"Seriously, who do you like about those two?" Lavender casually pulled a stool from behind him and sat under him, with an ambiguous smile, he asked.

Sometimes the topics that girls ask are so direct.

"Which two?" Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, and she didn't react.

Lavender may not have heard Hermione's question, she counted again with her fingers: "The three of you are often together, everyone else is guessing who you will be a pair with, Mr. Savior has a good reputation, long He is quite handsome, but I don't have much contact with him, and I don't know if he has a good personality, but I always feel that there may be some problems in his heart, after all, he has no parents since he was a child."

"Oh, I don't mean anything else, it's just a matter of fact, don't tell him, I think he usually behaves very well." Lavender added quickly, suddenly realizing that he seems to be talking bad about other people behind their backs now. .

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

Hermione felt that Lavender's face was a little red at this time.

"Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory should also be good, high enough and good at learning. It's hard to believe that he will be a Hufflepuff student. It's a pity that he didn't become a warrior." Lavender Shaking his head, it began to extend,

No longer confined to their small circle.

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

"Well, I wish you a good dream." Lavender said with a smile, then glanced at the clock on Hermione's desk, his face changed greatly: "It's so late, I'm going to bed too! Staying up late is very damaging to your skin! That's what Madam Pomfrey said!"

After washing up, Hermione lay on the bed covered by the crimson flannel drapery, her eyelids closed, but she didn't feel 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, the dream just kept replaying in her mind, the fire dragon's cruel fangs were sprinkled with blood red, the boy fell in a pool of blood, and the blood flowed quietly on the stone floor, spreading, showing a A weird sense of cruelty.

Malfoy's parents screamed and fainted in the stands. There was chaos around. Madam Pomfrey rushed out from nowhere. Dumbledore walked quickly to the venue and subdued the fire dragon.

Scenes from the dream flashed in her mind.

"If he knows, then my reminder will be regarded as useless, if he does not know about it, then I will just let him stand on the same starting line with others again, this is to return his favor, this is not sentimental, It's not emotional." Hermione finally seemed to have made up her mind, but at the same time she made some excuses for herself to convince herself.

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

"Flying parchment!" Hermione whispered, trying not to wake her roommate.

A piece of parchment on the wooden table swooped through the gap in the curtain, then suddenly slowed down and swayed down to Hermione's pillow.

"Fluorescent flashing!" She whispered again, then propped up the quilt on her body with her left hand, giving her room to move, and placed her right hand in front of her with some difficulty, and began to write in a difficult posture.

If there was a chance, Harry might be able to share with her the experience of doing homework under the covers.

The handwriting looked crooked, and it didn't match her usual graceful handwriting at all. Even Professor McGonagall would not recognize it as her handwriting.

It is true that there are reasons for the irregular movements, but more, it is Hermione's intention, and she does not want to be recognized.

"It's written." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the handwriting in front of her that she didn't even know, but could still barely distinguish.

"Crookshanes?" Hermione called softly from the bed, and the ginger cat under the bed was curled up, and jumped onto Hermione's little bed with a sensitive posture that didn't fit her fat body.

Hermione began to lower her voice in her pet's ear, knowing that her cat was smart enough to understand her.

"Don't be seen, I'll give you a snack tomorrow." Hermione whispered, touching Crookshanks' docile fur.

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