Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands, and even in early spring, the temperature is still somewhat chilly.
Hermione sat on the steps Headmaster's Office, pulling her robes tightly around herself.
She placed a large book on her lap, occasionally extending two fingers to turn a page before quickly tucking it back into her robe.
She was holding a glass bottle with flickering blue flames in her arms to keep warm, and she was reading very intently.
Miss Granger is a serious little witch who is always good at managing her time and can always find something to do.
Even while waiting for Silan, this was no exception.
After finishing the thick book in her hands, Hermione let out a long sigh, jumped up from the steps, and clenched her fists tightly.
"Yay, I've finished another book!"
This is already the third book this week.
Hermione raised her chin with a touch of pride, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw Silan looking at her with a smile.
"You've finished another book? That's amazing." Silan clapped for her and said earnestly.
Hermione glanced awkwardly at her raised fist, blushing slightly, and gently bumped Silan's shoulder as she walked down the steps.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming?
"Seeing you so engrossed in your reading, I didn't dare disturb you."
Hermione glanced at the Headmaster's Office door. "Are you finished talking?"
"Yes." Silan nodded and asked, "You waited for me here specifically?"
Hermione nodded somewhat shyly.
After Dumbledore and Silan left, she quietly followed them and became engrossed in reading.
She didn't realize it until Silan was right in front of her.
Silan glanced at the fine snowflakes drifting down from the window. "It's too cold in here, let's go back."
Actually, Hermione didn't feel that cold.
Ever since Silan appeared before her, Hermione felt a fire burning in her heart and her whole body warming up.
The two walked side by side toward the Room of Requirement.
Because they were so close, their adjacent arms occasionally touched and rubbed against each other, and their fingers moved closer and closer to each other.
When I occasionally run into them, I always feel a bit unsettled.
Hermione held the book in her left hand, her bright eyes darting around, while her right arm, which was close to Silan's, became somewhat stiff.
"If we get any closer, will we be able to meet?"
Miss Granger couldn't help but think to herself.
Just as she was in a state of great distress, she suddenly felt her right hand being touched by Silan's fingers, and then he grasped it.
Your hands are so cold.
Silan frowned, took the large book from her arms, and shoved the glass bottle with blue flames that Hermione was hanging from her waist into her hand.
He then used his own hand to warm Hermione's hand.
"Is this better?" Silan asked.
Hermione felt like she'd drunk Madam Pomfrey's Pepperup Potion; her ears were practically steaming.
She held the warm, flaming glass bottle in her hands, and with the back of her hand warmed by Silan's hand, she felt not cold at all, but rather a little feverish.
Nodding haphazardly, Hermione secretly hoped this moment could last forever.
Unfortunately, footsteps came from the stairs next to us, and two almost identical people poked their heads out from above.
This is terrible.
Hermione saw them and thought with a hint of despair, "Why are Weasley everywhere?"
"Cough cough."
George and Fred stood on the stairs, coughed twice with grins, and skipped down the stairs.
"What a coincidence, what are you doing here?" George asked.
Fred nudged him with his elbow and winked at Hermione, "That's a very unnecessary question."
Hermione blushed and gently bit her lip.
Silan calmly released Hermione's hand, adjusted the large book in his arms, and asked curiously, "Where are you two? What happened to you up in the tower?"
"Ha ha!"
George and Fred burst into laughter, remembering how they had just thrown Dungbomb at that old bastard Walton.
"We're going to try out our new toy," George and Fred said in unison.
After saying that, the two of them proudly presented their newly made puppet birds to Silan.
"Don't let their rough appearance fool you, they're incredibly useful." George chuckled, patting Silan on the shoulder, and whispered, "We just used them to teach Walton a good lesson."
"Who told them to bully you?" Fred said with a laugh. "Oh, right, look. The Dungbomb is stuffed inside the bird's belly."
George and Fred enthusiastically showed Silan their latest product.
Wooden puppet bird.
The body is made of ash wood, which is cheap and easy to use. It has crooked feathers painted on it with ink. The abdomen is hollow so that small Dungbomb can be stuffed inside.
Silan stared strangely at the hole in the puppet bird's rear end.
He had initially thought that George and Fred were just joking when they said they wanted to be a bird that could throw Dungbomb.
Surprisingly, they actually made it not long afterward.
Is Dungbomb the primary productive force?
"Although it's a rather simple design, it's still quite useful. You should really see what happened to Walton when he got Dungbomb."
"Hey, that old bastard can't be arrogant anymore."
George and Fred started chatting away, one after the other.
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "You attacked Ministry of Magic employees?"
"Yeah," George and Fred shrugged. "We both heard it. That old bastard dared to bully our brother."
After tilting her head and thinking for a moment, Hermione said, "Well done!"
The school rules don't seem to mention anything about attacking Ministry of Magic staff.
George and Fred both gave a thumbs up. "Miss Granger is one of us!"
The two men patted Silan on the shoulder and winked at him, saying, "We'll discuss the puppet bird later."
"We need to go back and write to our father now, so we won't bother you any longer."
After they left, the snow outside started falling even harder.
Hermione and Silan went downstairs and suddenly suggested, "This is probably the last snowfall. How about we go to the Black Lake and take a look?"
It snows in foggy London, but the snow in the city gets dirty as soon as it hits the ground.
There weren't many beautiful sights to be found.
But Hogwarts was different; snowflakes, like silver sand, leaped down from the clouds, swirling gently in the air and wind as they fell.
It quickly transformed into a layer of soft, silvery cloth, covering the rooftops, courtyards, and lawns.
When snow is falling heavily, people naturally want to get closer together.
"If you don't feel cold."
Silan did not refuse.
"Let's hurry up and go!"
Hermione smiled, her eyes crinkling.
The two walked through the corridor and courtyard, their footsteps leaving winding curves in the snow.
The two curves run parallel, close together; their bodies are close together, and their hearts are close together...
The curves behind them signify the time they spent together, always so closely intertwined.
Snape, who was passing by, noticed the footprints in the fresh snow. His gaze followed the footprints forward and he saw Silan and Hermione. He couldn't help but stop and stare at them.
Harry and Ron, who were walking around the corner, saw the smile on Snape's face and immediately turned around and fled in terror.
"Snape must have given himself Cheering Potion!"
Afterwards, the brilliant detective Ron made his own judgment on the matter.
Silan and Hermione walked to the edge of the Black Lake, quietly watching the last snowfall.