Chapter 2573: distance

69 net 69, the fastest update of Harry Potter's book of evil! Maybe it was because he had slept so long last night that Maca didn't sleep at all on the first night after waking up.
After spending the first half of the night chatting casually with Sarah, he spent almost all the rest of the time watching the magic sand table and sorting out his thoughts.
Then, as the water vapor in the air gradually thickened and faded, the night passed like that.
Rain, in the end is not falling. It's just that the weather is still unpredictable, and it looks like the faces of those wives sitting in the living room waiting for their husbands to return late.
Until the early morning of the next day, when the first rays of light from the morning sun cast aside the dark clouds to the coast, the familiar figure finally appeared beside the flagpole outside the central tent.
Sarah, who was sitting not far from the door, actually found out when the man approached.
However, she didn't move immediately, but after waiting for the other party to stand outside for a while, she raised her head slightly from her busy work and glanced at Maca in the tent.
At the sand table, Maca nodded at Sarah, who then walked out with half of the doll.
...
"Sarah."
Hermione had been here for a while, but even though she had come to the entrance of the tent, she still couldn't really go in. When she saw Sarah coming out, she couldn't help but say hello to the other party, although she knew very well in her heart that the person inside would definitely have noticed whether she was coming or speaking at the moment.
To be honest, although she was reluctant to admit it, when she saw the ice coffin melt away and "that person" woke up from the distance yesterday, her heart was actually more "at ease" than "resistance". "of.
Maybe it was precisely because she wanted to escape the peace of mind that made her feel numb, that she chose to stay away from that place for the first time after confirming that it seemed that it was really "him".
However, after that, the other party came to them in a hurry, and even said a lot... a lot of things that would probably never have been told to them before. Even though he still didn't answer the question she most wanted to know, it was clear that he had explained to them the reasons why he couldn't say it.
Then there was a whole night of silence, which gave Hermione enough space and time to cool down her mind. She thought about it for most of the night under the dim light, and it was not until late at night that the feeling that hadn't completely dissipated. All the peace of mind fell asleep.
She won't realize it until she wakes up before dawn. Since "he" left her and others, including herself, everyone may have been waiting for this day to come - even after experiencing hardships and challenges, interrogating the body and mind, in self-doubt, The determination to grow and the occasional abandonment wandered forward, and even in the end, in the Buckingham Palace incident, he gritted his teeth and split his heart.
But even so, it seems that there is no longer any nostalgia for it, and when it comes to the end, it seems that after all, it is impossible to completely give up that feeling.
Not only herself, but Ron, as well as Neville, Hannah, Ginny... Of course, there must be Harry who seems to have made up his mind and won't look back.
After all, isn't this the ending everyone has been waiting for? Everything that happened before must be hidden inside! Instead of believing in the "he" who looks like a devil from the outside and inside, why don't you believe in the more kind and gentle him now?
Even in retrospect, she still can't find any flaws in that "devil Maca" that can prove that "he" is not Maca...
"Miss Granger," Sarah, who appeared at the entrance of the tent, pouted at the entrance behind her, "Aren't you going in?"
Hermione, who was looking sideways at the eastern sky, heard the words, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the tent subconsciously. Only from this angle, it is difficult to see his figure.
Hermione only glanced at her, then quickly retracted her gaze and looked back at Sarah in front of her. She paused, and said softly as if to change the subject:
"I remember you've been calling me 'Hermione' lately."
After getting along for so long, Sarah, who was still petite as before, raised her head slightly and looked at her fixedly:
"I thought that using the previous name might help you get used to it more quickly... Or is it that I'm a bit of a nosy?"
Hearing Sarah say that, Hermione couldn't help being stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, she pursed her lips, and finally cast her gaze to the depths of the camp behind the other party again.
Seeing this, Sarah took a step aside and let the door open.
"Then I'll go first...and, thank you."
And at the moment when Hermione lifted her foot and walked into the entrance of the tent, two figures happened to appear in the shadow by a tent in the distance. One of the shorter ones was supporting the taller one. When he saw this scene, the expression on the taller figure's face seemed a little complicated.
After a moment of stagnation, the figure who was being supported swayed slightly, seemingly taking a half step back. Then, a very faint voice sounded.
"Go, go back."
"Harry!"
The girl who was supporting him seemed to be unwilling to leave like this, refused to move her footsteps, and called out to him softly.
Originally, with the strength of a boy, even if the injury has not recovered, he can easily pull away the girl who supported him. However, at the girl's soft call, he still stopped the momentum of turning around again.
^0^, the footsteps hesitated and stayed in place.
Then the girl said again~EbookFREE.me~ just hugged his arm and said seriously:
"Hermione must have been in the same mood as you these days... no, she must have suffered even more. But even so, she still chose to face 'him' again. What happened yesterday night Lupin They've all talked about it, and needless to say, it must have been Hermione's decision after much deliberation... No matter what 'he' is, at least Hermione is a good friend we never doubted, and this time, I think We should still trust her, shouldn't we?"
The girl's voice gradually settled, and the surroundings returned to silence. The boy held the sword that never left his body, and pursed his lips in silence for a long time.
Maybe he thought about something, or maybe there was nothing left to think about. He just let his head down and calmed down. The boy spoke again, looking at the tent over there and said:
"Is that...'he', or, in other words, which is the real 'he'?"
"I don't know either." The girl shook her head. "Perhaps Hermione already knew that! You know...she's so smart."
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