Chapter 247: Late Night Library (modified)

Only Hermione and Alan were in the library late at night. Tomorrow is the day to go to Hogsmeade, and the excited little wizards have already gone back to prepare for their outfits.
Alan put down the "Curse You Didn't Know" in her hand, and looked thoughtfully at Hermione's slightly sunken eyes, dark circles under her eyes—she looked exhausted and exhausted.
"You and Harry are in a quarrel," Allen said affirmatively.
Hermione scratched her head anxiously. "How can I say it, Ron has always been awkward these days." She glanced at Alan, and then held back the bad things Ron had said about Alan.
But how keen Alan is, seeing Hermione's tangled expression, you know it must be related to him.
Allen smiled and continued, "What about Harry?"
"Wood is almost crazy, pulling him to train every day." Hermione suddenly felt as if she had revealed Gryffindor's secrets and stopped talking.
The atmosphere is a little bit awkward.
Allen looked at the messy tables, looked at the long paper on arithmetic and divination before the ink was dry, looked at the longer Muggle research paper ("On Muggle Travel Tools"), and then looked at Hermione’s Rune translation with intensive research.
"So much homework, are you going to finish tonight?" Allen picked up a very complicated digital chart.
"Well, I want to finish all my homework before the holiday." Hermione unconsciously bit her pen with her front teeth, which was pitiful and helpless, but cute.
"Maybe we can finish part of it together." Allen blinked and picked up the rune materials from Hermione.
In the quiet library, there are only two people talking and the rustle of the pen.
At the time when the library should be closed, Mrs. Irma Pins, the Hogwarts librarian, fell asleep cuddling on the bench. Alan used a magic wand to command a thick cloak to cover her body silently.
What he didn't know was that under the cloak, Mrs. Pince's fingers moved slightly.
"Arithmetic divination is really amazing. Tomorrow, oh no, today, we will have a pleasant and exciting day." Hermione stretched out contentedly.
Alan rubbed his temples and looked at the parchment piled high beside him in disbelief. Although the curfew was past early, they actually did all their homework!
With his help, Hermione has been fighting until late at night. It is conceivable that in normal times, how Hermione can endure fatigue and loneliness and complete her learning tasks alone.
No wonder her face was so pale, and she was so haggard that she could compete with Professor Lupin.
"Are you going to Hogsmeade today? Why don't you have a good rest in the dormitory." Allen felt that Hermione desperately needed enough sleep.
"No, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester. I must go." After all, Hermione is still a young witch who is only in the third grade. She is still very yearning for the lively and magical Hogsmeade.
"As far as I know, Harry didn't get the permission of the guardian, and Ginny is not too old...then, you go by yourself?" Allen asked-Hermione and her roommates and the girls in the same grade are still in a bad relationship. To be able to travel together on vacation.
"Yeah, but it's okay!" In the middle of the night, Hermione's trembling voice concealed a trace of fragility.
"Hermione," Allen said suddenly, and Hermione looked at Allen after hearing it.
The emotion in Allen's light blue eyes made her heart pound, is it what she imagined?
"Hermione, if you treat me as a friend, you will find that I am a very good travel companion." Allen stared at Hermione earnestly, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
"Okay." Hermione agreed altogether. She felt a little frustrated, but she was also relieved.
"We can buy everything we need for Christmas there!" Hermione said, "My dad likes the sugarless pepper urchins of Duke Honey! I have to mail some back to him as gifts, although I Mom was very annoyed that he ate this last time, causing fire from his nose to ignite her coat..."
Talking Hermione noticed that, under the dim light of the library, Allen's long and narrow shadow fell diagonally to the ground. In such a cold winter night, he smiled and nodded, making him look extra warm.
"Ah, it's already so late, why are you still in the library? Go back, go back soon, it's closed!" Mrs. Pins stood up from the bench and picked up a raven feather duster erected on the ground. , Waving menacingly.
But Allen wasn't afraid at all. He and Hermione tidied up the things on the long table, put all the books and materials back in place, and then politely bid farewell to Mrs. Pince with his hands on his waist.
Saying goodbye to Allen and secretly returning to the dormitory, Hermione did not go to sleep immediately after washing. Instead, with the help of the light of the magic wand, she rummaged in her cabinet for a long time-putting some bottles and cans on the bedside After ironing a few more clothes neatly on the table, Hermione returned to the comfortable and soft bed with a satisfied smile.
Hermione, lying on the bed, tossed and turned. In the library, Alan's words and demeanor kept turning in her mind.
It took a long time for Hermione to fall asleep with a smile on her lips.
In this snowy morning, the castle was quiet, but Hermione, who fell asleep late at night, woke up first.
Allen stood alone on the marble staircase leading to the hall. The little wizards in the past greeted Allen one after another. Allen did not have any impatience, but smiled and nodded to each of them. Compliments.
Harry walked over with Ron, who was wrapped in a cloak and scarf. Ron watched Harry and Ellen greet him blankly without saying a word.
Just as Harry and Alan said goodbye, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor.
The three of them all looked in the direction of the sound.
Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise; Ron looked dull, his eyes unblinking; A gleam of light flashed in Allen's eyes, and the smile on his face softened.
It was Hermione, Hermione who was totally different from usual.
The shaggy, untidy long curly hair that she usually wore was exquisitely placed on top of her head. She did not wear heavy winter clothes, but a lavender self-cultivating woolen coat. The snow-white fur collar made her slap-sized face appear. Extraordinarily delicate.
Her face did not know what was applied, it looked fair and delicate.
And somehow, her temperament is different-maybe it's just that she has finally straightened her back by removing the more than twenty thick books she usually carries on her body.
She also smiled and looked at Ellen—a little shy in her unnatural expression.
Harry really didn't understand how he hadn't noticed before—it turned out that Hermione was so beautiful.
Ron on the side was in a daze and stood completely in place.
After saying hello to Harry, Hermione walked towards Allen, walking gracefully.
Allen bid farewell to Harry again gentlemanly, and took Hermione to the foyer guarded by Filch.
Ron suddenly slapped the railing beside him severely, muttered in his mouth, and left Hogwarts in Filch's dissatisfied gaze.