Chapter 211: Sneaky help

"Hermione? Hermione? Are you okay?" Hermione woke up suddenly from her sleep at this time and 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.
Only then did Hermione realize that she should have had a nightmare and immediately covered her chest, relieved with relief. The scene was too real, and she still felt terrified now.
The girl covered her lips at this time, yawned, and glanced at the various materials piled up on the desk of Hermione and sighed: "You are really hard, now you are tired of doing your homework. Now, did you take extra classes?" Lavender reasoned reasonably.
But at the same time it's not strange, after all, this is also the norm of Hermione.
"But I still think you can relax, don't make yourself so tired, why should girls fight so hard? Is it better to find a better boyfriend to take care of yourself?" Here, Lavender's face climbed up A little blush, as if thinking of something.
"By the way, today, Professor Trelawney said 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 a common practice for this student to communicate with the professor of divination. She likes to listen to the divination of Professor Trelawney. She feels that with the guidance of this teacher, there will be no more in the future Confused.
"Yes, is it?" Hermione's expression was a little strange. If she remembered correctly, she often said this sentence last semester, but she never saw her find a boyfriend, but Hermione was not ready to refute at this time, she had already It was completely overthrown with that teacher, and the class was gone, so there was no need to be unhappy with her roommate.
"If only Krum could be my boyfriend, tall, handsome, a Quidditch star, or a foreigner, how romantic this is!" Lavender said with a look of expectation in his eyes at this time. It seemed as if there were stars flashing, but the expression on his face soon dimmed again. Obviously this was an unrealistic and unrealistic fantasy.
They obviously don't have any intersections. The most recent relationship may be between the audience and the performers.
When Lavender mentioned the name Krum, Hermione's expression immediately froze. She suddenly recalled how she had hurriedly left the library today, and she was also wondering why Krum would like to be her friend.
But Hermione was not going to disclose to Lavender because it seemed that she was showing off.
"Seriously, who do you like those two people?" Lavender then pulled a stool from behind and sat under him, asking with an ambiguous smile.
Sometimes the topic that girls ask is so direct.
"Which two?" Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, and she hadn't responded yet.
Lavender may not have heard Hermione’s doubts, and she broke her finger again and counted: "The three of you are often together, everyone else is guessing who you are with. The savior is well-known and long. It’s pretty handsome, but I don’t have much contact with him, and I don’t know if his personality is good or not, but I always feel that he may have a problem in his heart. After all, he has no parents since childhood."
"Oh, I don't mean anything else, just talk about things, don't tell him, I think he usually performs well." Lavender quickly added, suddenly realizing that he now seems to be saying bad things about others behind his back. .
She withdrew her finger and continued to count: "I think the Weasley family is pretty good, I think it's very humorous, and the personality is okay."
Hermione felt that Lavender's face was red now.
"Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff should also be good, tall enough, and study well. It's really hard to believe that he will be a Hufflepuff student. Unfortunately, he didn't become a warrior." Lavender Shaking his head, he started to extend it, no longer limited to their small circle.
"Slytherin's..." Hermione had already guessed what she would say later, and then interrupted, "Sorry, I was a little sleepy and wanted to go to bed."
"Well, I wish you a good dream." Lavender said with a smile, then glanced at the clock on Hermione's table, his face changed greatly: "It's so late, I'm going to sleep too!" Staying up late is very harmful to the skin! This is what Mrs. Pomfrey said!"
After washing, Hermione lay on the bed covered by the crimson flannel tent, closed her eyelids, but didn't feel sleepy at all.
Maybe it was a long time before I slept, maybe I was worried about someone.
She was tossing and turning on the crib. The dream just played back in her mind. The brutal fangs of the fire dragon were sprinkled with blood. The boy fell in the pool of blood. The blood flowed quietly on the stone floor, spreading, showing a Such a strange cruelty.
Malfoy's parents in the stands screamed and fainted, and there was a mess around her. Madam Pomfrey rushed out of nowhere, Dumbledore quickly walked to the field and subdued the fire dragon.
Scenes in 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 let him stand on the same starting line with others again~EbookFREE.me~ This should be his return Human relations, this is not a matter of affection, this is not a matter of affection." Hermione was still as if she had made up her mind, but at the same time, she made some excuses to convince herself.
Her hand stretched out the mantle and fumbled for a feather pen from the bedside table.
"Parchment is flying!" Hermione whispered, trying not to wake her roommate.
A piece of parchment paper on the wooden table passed through the gap of the mantle with a whine, and then suddenly slowed down, drifting to Hermione's pillow.
"Fluorescent flashing!" she whispered again, and then supported the quilt on her left hand, giving her room to move. The right hand was placed in front of her with some difficulty, and she began to write in a difficult posture.
If there is a chance, Harry might still be able to share with her the experience of writing homework in the bed.
The handwriting appeared crooked, which was a bit inconsistent with her usual Juanxiu handwriting. Even Professor McGonagall would not recognize it as her handwriting.
It is true that there are reasons for irregular movements, but more of them are intentional by Hermione, and she does not want to be recognized by herself.
"It's done." Hermione was relieved to see the handwriting that she didn't know, but still barely discerned.
"Crook Hill?" Hermione whispered on the bed, and the big cat curled under the bed jumped into Hermione's crib in a sensitive posture that did not fit her fat body.
Hermione began to lower her voice next to her pet's ear, and she knew that her cat was smart enough to understand what she meant.
"Don't be seen, I will add you a meal tomorrow." Hermione whispered, touching the docile fur of Crookshank.
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