Hogwarts Homecoming

In the end, Harry didn't find the person he wanted to wait for. After sighing in disappointment, he and Hermione rushed into the Forbidden Forest.

They had been with Hagrid when they entered in the middle of the night, and they were still on that amazing motorcycle, but this time when Harry and Hermione entered the Forbidden Forest alone, they didn't feel so good.

Following the footprints left by Sirius and the previous memories, it is not too difficult to identify the direction, but the surrounding darkness seemed to come alive, they desperately suppressed the fluorescence of the magic wand, trying to swallow everything up, Moreover, the howling wind in the forest also brought the howling of magical animals. Even though the two of them had experienced enough terrifying things tonight, they were still terrified.

The most important thing is that they missed one thing.

Harry and Hermione's previous clothes were already in tatters. After entering the school hospital, they wore the hospital clothes that Madam Pomfrey prepared for them. Dumbledore didn't remind them to change their clothes before time travel to make it easier to move. clothing.

In the middle of the night in late January, the severe cold in the Forbidden Forest was not so easy to deal with. At the beginning, Hermione could use her magic to help them resist the cold, but as they went deeper, the consumption of physical strength and magic power, especially Mental repression, Hermione's method can play a weaker and weaker role.

After wading through a shallow puddle with the help of each other, two teenage boys stood on the bank and stamped their feet to dispel the cold.

"I'm a little envious of Ron, Madam Pomfrey said he was surprised, it's best not to wake him up early—"

Hermione breathed into her palms, her slender body swaying.

"Yeah, his luck has been good."

After Harry bent down to remove the weeds from his boots, he pulled Hermione's wrist and tried to climb up the slope.

Hermione glanced at Harry's hand holding her wrist, and before she knew it, a warm smile appeared on her lips. She raised her eyebrows and said suddenly,

"Speaking of which, Harry, when I was chatting with Ginny earlier, she seemed to be asking me if you have a girl you like!"

Harry slipped, staggered, and almost fell to the ground, but after he stabilized his body, he turned his head in surprise, and found that Hermione was pursing her lips and suppressing a smile, and her expression suddenly became awkward.

It was no secret that Ron's sister was insanely obsessed with Harry, after all, Ginny didn't really hide it.

"What did you say, Hermione?"

Harry cleared his throat, turned his head away, and asked seemingly unintentionally.

"You never told me that, Harry—"

Hermione tilted her head, looked at Harry's profile, and said solemnly,

"Actually, apart from Ginny, many girls have asked about this, isn't it surprising, isn't it, Harry, you are very popular among girls."

"Ahem!"

I don't know why, but Harry suddenly had a sassy figure of a girl in his mind. She played Quidditch very well. Thinking of her, Harry suddenly felt that the night wind lingering around him was no longer cold, and even his cheeks were cold. Still steaming.

At this moment, Harry was very grateful to the dark Forbidden Forest. If it was daytime, he still didn't know how to explain his embarrassment to Hermione.

There were a few more crisp chuckles like silver bells behind him, and Harry finally pulled Hermione up the small slope. He strode forward, as if trying to get rid of Hermione, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped. live,

"And you, Hermione?"

Harry turned his head curiously, and shot back,

"What kind of wizard would you like?"

So far, Harry only knew that Hermione was once obsessed with Gilderoy Lockhart, but unfortunately, that guy was just a big liar who committed an unforgivable crime.

Now, it was Hermione who had the steam on her face, and she forced Harry's curious gaze back with her powerful gaze, ending this abrupt and inappropriate topic.

As they hurried on, Harry was so focused on catching Peter that the topic just now was thrown out of his mind in a blink of an eye, but Hermione's eyes kept shining behind him.

Most of the little wizards in the third grade are now preoccupied with how to show off in school, how to turn the tide in the Quidditch match like Harry, but the topic of discussing the favorite little wizard is actually very common among girls .

Lavender and Parvati are very interested in this topic. In fact, it is almost a topic they must talk about before going to bed. Of course, they will not let Hermione go. Parvati once tried to inquire about her and The intimacy of the relationship between Harry.

She didn't bother to answer such questions.

It's so stupid, with that skill, why can't they read more books and make themselves better?

However, Harry's question did make waves in her heart.

Every little witch hopes that their partner will be an excellent wizard, and Hermione is no different, but the fact is that among the current Hogwarts wizards, there are not many outstanding wizards, and there is only one in Gryffindor College. , that is Ron's brother - Percy Weasley.

Of course, she didn't narrowly think that only those who read well can be excellent, but at least, Hermione hoped that her partner would be someone with a thirst for knowledge.

Not knowing what to think of, Hermione's expression was slightly gloomy, and then, she took a deep breath and hid the question in her heart.

In order to save energy and attract the attention of the beasts living in the Forbidden Forest, Harry and Hermione did not talk much for the rest of the journey, but when they were exhausted and half a mile away from the battlefield, the werewolves led by Greyback had already They fought with Hagrid.

"Put on the Invisibility Cloak, Harry."

Hermione grabbed Harry, who was slumped, and pulled him into the Invisibility Cloak.

The two walked forward step by step, bowing their waists, for fear of making any noise and attracting anyone's attention.

On the battlefield, Remus kept throwing spells to try to force Greyback back. Professor Snape showed great power and used the powerful cutting curse to slaughter wave after wave of werewolves. Sirius also used the Anima Gus' form desperately sniped the werewolf.

Even though they had personally experienced it, Harry and Hermione were still shaken by watching this scene.

"We didn't help at all, did we?"

Harry, who was hiding behind a leafy maple tree, stared at himself on the field, and said a little lonely.

"We're just little wizards, Harry, and not many wizards, even grown-up wizards, can fight against werewolves—"

Hermione's eyelashes fluttered, and she was also looking at herself, who was standing with Ron at this moment, bewildered by fright.

"But when Professor Brian was in the fifth grade, he fought off a powerful dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest alone, and even fought against Dumbledore."

Harry said unwillingly, but in fact he knew in his heart that this is something that cannot be compared.

Just like Ron has always been envious of his talent in Quidditch, Neville is also envious of Hermione's intelligence when she was studying. Everyone has something they are good at, and Professor Brian may be better at fighting.

"That green light."

Hermione muttered, her eyes wandered around, then settled in one place,

"If I remember correctly, it should have been shot from that direction. We have to lean over there, Harry, but be careful, if we are discovered, the consequences will be disastrous."

Harry nodded, and he and Hermione crawled forward on their stomachs.

The rustling sound of the body rubbing against the fallen leaves on the ground was completely hidden in the roar of the battlefield, and no one heard it.

They finally stopped at a place with a better view, and at this time, the ear-severing werewolf was pounced on Harry, and Sirius desperately threw off the werewolf who was entangled him, and rushed forward to finish the werewolf with the ear-severing.

"He loves you very much, Harry."

Hermione muttered quietly.

Harry silently watched the scene where Sirius rushed back to rescue him, and felt a sudden warm current in his chest, warming his heart. Immediately, he clenched his fists, looked away, and looked at him with firm eyes. The direction of the green light that Hermione pointed out.