The silence in the corridor stretched for a long time.
The last rays of the setting sun have just faded away from the stone wall, the light of Second Floor has dimmed, and there is a bit of coolness of early autumn in the air.
Daiya·Rowle stopped three steps away, his light gray eyes fixed on Gavin's face, his expression determined, obviously waiting for a reasonable explanation.
Gavin was still standing by the door, with his hands in Robes's pockets, not in a hurry to continue.
Consciousness Space Deep down, he spoke first:
"Are you familiar with him?"
Gavin shrank his head, his voice was weak:
"I'm not familiar with him, I've never spoken to him before."
Never spoke?
Gavin feels confident.
Then this becomes interesting.
One is Pure-blood, a genius who is praised by all the stars in the fourth grade, and is recognized as the number one in his grade by the whole school; the other is the second to last student in Slytherin, who is ostracized in the third grade and is not found on his report card.
Usually there is not even half a sentence exchanged between them, but today the young master stopped him at the end of the empty corridor and suddenly dropped the sentence "You have changed a lot."
Then think of the trembling figure holding his knees in Seventh Floor Room of Requirement...
Gavin There was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
There is something fishy.
Since the other party took the initiative to bring the topic to the door, he didn't mind exploring the depths of this young master Rowle.
Gavin raised his eyelids, smiled slightly, and turned his back on customers:
"So what was I like before?"
Daiya looked at him.
The expression on the boy's overly delicate face was frozen for a moment.
There was a pause when he spoke:
"You used to be very-"
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
Daiya quickly changed the word:
"It's not that bad, and it's not that powerful either."
Gavin counterattacked sharply:
"Really? It seems you cared about me before?"
Daiya's face sank slightly, and he regained Pure-blood families's cold posture:
"Slytherin pay attention to every person worth making friends with."
"Oh," Gavin continued expressionlessly, "Then it seems I wasn't worth making friends with before. You didn't even talk to me."
Daiya choked hard.
The young man's brows knitted together, and all the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he didn't answer the question for a long time.
The footsteps of other students walking could be heard from the far corner of the stairs.
Gavin Seeing that he had nothing to say, he planned to change his approach.
I saw him turn sideways, let the classroom door open, and walk out.
Sure enough, the voice of Daiya came from behind again:
"You really have become different."
Gavin paused, turned around, and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"That was also forced by you."
He looked at Daiya and sneered:
"Slytherin people are so overbearing. They bully and yet don't allow the target of your bullying to resist?"
"It's not like that..."
Daiya's lips moved for a moment, and his body subconsciously moved forward for half a step, and then suddenly froze.
The fingers hidden in the wide Black Robes cuffs suddenly tightened and clenched into fists, but he seemed to have some concerns and did not finish his rebuttal after all.
Gavin waited for two seconds and saw that he was completely mute. He turned around again and walked straight down the corridor.
Just after taking seven or eight steps, Daiya's voice came from behind again:
"You like her?"
Gavin stopped, frowned, and turned around again. "What?"
Daiya stood in front of Empty Classroom's door, raised his chin slightly towards the corridor where Hermione left, and then turned his eyes back to Gavin's face:
"That Granger, you have been very close recently."
He was anxious, he was anxious.
Gavin twitched the corner of his mouth:
"What does it have to do with you?"
After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward.
Behind him, Daiya's voice turned completely cold, speaking one word at a time:
"You, no, it's him."
Gavin's footsteps suddenly stopped.
This time, he turned back and looked at Daiya much more seriously than before.
Daiya still stopped where he was, with no intention of catching up, and no further explanation of the weight of these four words. He just looked at him coldly.
The wind in the corridor caused the corners of their robes to sway slightly.
Gavin stared at him for two seconds, said nothing, turned back, and turned the corner of the stone wall in front of him.
Daiya's figure was completely blocked from view.
When we got here, Gavin slowed down his pace and became thoughtful.
What just happened was not simply jealousy or looking for trouble.
Being able to insist "you are not him" in front of his face shows that the number one in the fourth grade has not only been secretly staring at Gavin, but also has a very thorough understanding of the subtle demeanor and character of the owner of this body.
But Gavin clearly didn't even say a word to the other party.
Seventh Floor The sick and trembling girl, and the cold-looking young man in front of him who sees through the truth...
The scattered clues are slowly coming together, and things seem to be clear.
Gavin A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In Consciousness Space, Gavin finally couldn't bear it anymore and timidly stood up:
"Gai-ge... What did he mean by what he just said?"
Gavin was not in a hurry to answer, but asked instead:
"You really haven't dealt with him?"
Gavin blinked blankly and searched hard in his memory:
"No, I've never spoken formally."
"What about informal ones?"
"No..."
Gavin's voice paused, suddenly remembered something, and added in a low voice with some uncertainty:
"But... two or three times before, when Goyle and Crabbe blocked me at the corner of the corridor, he happened to pass by."
"Oh?" Gavin raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then what?"
"Then he stopped and took a look."
Gavin tried hard to recall the scene at that time and imitated Daiya's tone at that time:
"He said, don't do it in the corridor, it will damage the honor of Slytherin."
Gavin remembers it very clearly.
Daiya stood there so coldly at that time, with his hands in Robes's pockets, not even looking at himself.
But as soon as he stood still, Goyle and the others, who were originally grabbing his collar, let go of their hands angrily and dispersed with curses.
"He is a very arrogant person," Gavin explained honestly, "Maybe he just thinks that students from the same school are embarrassed outside. Don't Pure-blood families all pay attention to this face."
Gavin felt funny in his heart.
Not in the hallway?
Embarrassed?
Slytherin's glory?
Only this stupid boy would believe it.
This young master Rowle is clearly trying to deviate from the situation in the name of some good and bad reasons.
But this idiot in front of me actually took it seriously.
Gavin walked steadily, looking past the swaying torches on the corridor wall, suppressing his smile, and asked casually:
"Gavin, do you like men?"
My mind was so quiet for a moment that I could hear a pin drop.
Gavin was completely frozen.
He was a little dazed at first, and it took him two seconds to digest it. Then he suddenly shook his head, raised his head, and his whole face turned into extreme panic at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man covered his front with both hands, and used his hands and feet to retreat deeper into his consciousness:
"Gai, Gai-ge... Although I respect you very much, I, I still like girls!"
His voice sounded like he was about to cry.
"If you like boys... I, I..."
Gavin's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he uttered one word coldly:
"Get lost."
The next morning, Great Hall's breakfast was coming to an end.
Dumbledore stood up from the center of the staff table, his silver-white beard shining slightly in the morning light.
From the outside, he seems to be no different from Dumbledore in Gavin's world. They both look like a smiling, amiable old man.
He tapped the goblet lightly with the silver spoon, and the crisp metal sound suppressed most of the Great Hall noise.
The principal smiled as he announced a personnel change:
"Ancient Runes's Bathsheda·Professor Babbling needs to rest due to physical illness. For the next period of time, Mr. Elliott Vale, who has just arrived, will temporarily take over."
At the edge of the faculty bench, a blond man stood up in response.
He was very young, with a slim build, and was wearing a well-tailored dark gray Robes. The man only nodded slightly to Long Table in the audience, and sat back down again without saying a word.
Gavin chewed the dry toast in his mouth and his eyes stopped on the blond hair.
Another golden retriever?
Are there too many golden retrievers in this world?
Has this prosperous age finally turned out as you wished? Chuan Bao.
The professor's face was very fresh, his demeanor was restrained, his manners were decent, and there was no unnecessary emotion on his face.
From the outside, he seems to be just a passerby.
This appointment did not cause any ripples in the Great Hall. There was a burst of sparse applause, and soon the sounds of knives and forks clinking on plates and sporadic whispers resumed.
Ancient Runes Under Dark Lord and Curse, teachers have already become a consumable that needs to be replaced once a year.
Everyone is used to it.
After breakfast, on the way to the classroom of West Tower Ancient Runes, Gavin met Ron and Harley who were traveling the same way.
Ron put the heavy textbook under his arm and complained as he walked:
"Why did they suddenly change people again? I didn't even last a week this semester."
Harley straightened the broken hair scattered around her ears and continued softly:
"Didn't the principal say that he is just a temporary substitute? Professor Babbling is not feeling well."
"But this course changes professors every year." Ron sighed, looking depressed, "Who said this course was more reliable than Divination?"
"At least there is a correct answer here." Harley said.
Ron immediately ran out of words to refute.
The three of them walked into the classroom.
Ancient Runes There are several large pictures of four people studying Long Table in the classroom.
Hermione had arrived a long time ago and was sitting on the side of Long Table in the second row by the window. Neville beside him was tidying up Quill in a somewhat awkward manner.
A large and heavy dictionary is spread out neatly on the table, with two stacks of Parchment neatly arranged alphabetically.
Draco and Theodore·Nott are sitting directly opposite Long Table.
Draco's right wrist is still wrapped in a thick new bandage. Quill in his hand is aimlessly making ink dots on the draft paper. When he raises his eyes, he can see the corner of Hermione's open book.
When Gavin passed by, Hermione raised his eyes and glanced at him quickly.
The girl pursed her lips tightly, not mentioning yesterday's ridiculous transaction at all. She lowered her head and continued to smooth the corners of the dictionary.
Draco frowned slightly when he saw this scene, and his eyes stopped on Gavin for a moment.
At this time, Gavin noticed a person who shouldn't be here--
Daiya·Rowle.
He was sitting at the corner of the table in the front row by the door, with a cold look on his face. He had the roll call roll for the third grade and a stack of blank Parchment in his hand.
Ron put the book on the table, glanced towards the door, and whispered to Harley in a low voice:
"Rowle Why are you here? Does the fourth grade have no classes today?"
"I heard that Professor Babbling was in a hurry to recuperate, and the new professor couldn't even stand up to him. McGonagall specially approved Ancient Runes's outstanding fourth-year students to come over and act as assistants for two weeks to help with roll call and collection of homework." Harley whispered back.
Gavin glanced towards the door before sitting down in the back row. Daiya was flipping through the roster while holding Quill, and happened to raise his eyes.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
The school bell rang.
The blond man placed a thick stack of handouts on the corner of the podium, turned around, pulled out Wand, and wrote a line of words on the blackboard.
[Elliot Vale]
The handwriting is strong and neat, and the pen edge is tightened very tightly.
"You can call me, Professor Vale."
The man turned around and his voice was low and so steady that no fluctuation could be heard:
"For the next period of time, I will be in charge of your Ancient Runes."
There are no unnecessary politenesses, no bragging about qualifications, and even self-introduction is just that.
He raised his hand and waved Wand, and the handouts were divided into neat pages and landed lightly on each student's desk.
"Because I took over temporarily, I'm not sure what progress Professor Babbling has made."
Vale stood in front of the podium, looking across the class.
"This is a partial Rubbing inscription on the lintel of an old house from the seventeenth century. Everyone, try to translate the above sentence."
The tip of Wand is at a point on the blackboard, and the rune symbol cut out from the center of Rubbing is clearly projected on the stone wall without any unnecessary building outlines around it.
"Two questions." Vale raised two fingers, "What does this sentence mean? Who is allowed to enter?"
The classroom immediately resounded with the sound of books being turned and the sound of Quill scratching across the paper.
Draco was the first to raise his hand.
Vale nodded.
Draco leaned on the back of the chair, his right wrist slightly stiff due to the bandage, and his left hand rested on the edge of the table. His voice contained the unique confidence of Pure-blood:
"He who is called should enter."
Vale did not immediately decide whether it was right or wrong, but just looked at him. "Based?"
Draco pointed to the third symbol on Rubbing:
"The prefix carries a subordinate mark in old-style grammar. The 'call' here refers to the owner's formal invitation. This writing style often appears in the old-style Contract of ancient families and land deeds."
The argument is very solid. Apparently he has seen such documents in Library at home.
However, Hermione raised his hand.
Vale turned his eyes and looked at the girl.
Hermione didn't even wait to stand up straight. He pointed at the back half of Rubbing and raised an objection.
"But it cannot be translated as 'should enter'."
Draco raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at her.
The girl looked serious and spoke quickly:
"The modifier at the end of the sentence is not a mandatory imperative structure. It represents 'permission' and 'exemption', which is a type of admission symbol Transfiguration."
Draco lowered his head and looked back at Rubbing on the table.
He stared at the tail symbol pointed out by Hermione for a few seconds, then rubbed his fingers on the edge of Parchment. He actually did not refute, and simply changed his words:
"Invitees may enter."
"Yes." Hermione answered quickly.
The Quill in the girl's hand moved quickly, and she jotted down the use case of the old-style family document that Draco just explained in the blank space of the note.
Gavin was sitting in the back row, and he could clearly see Hermione's pen tip flying, and he could also see Draco's eyes lingering on the ink marks she made for half a second.
Vale nodded in front of the podium.
"Keeping observation, two points for Miss Granger, Gryffindor."
Then, he wrote the complete translation on the blackboard:
[Entry is open to invitees.]
After finishing writing, Vale turned around and his eyes fell on several students in the classroom who were busy correcting their notes.
"Don't just look up the meaning of a word and rush to make an intuitive decision about the entire sentence."
"First look at where it is engraved, and then look at who it allows to do what."
Ron just wrote "should enter" with a big stroke of the pen. Now he could only grimace and use Quill to blacken it out, creating a large black ink pimple on the rough Parchment.
Next to him, Harley silently moved his handout three inches to the side.
Vale tapped Wand on the edge of the blackboard and continued to ask:
"Since it is an admission talisman. If the person who receives the invitation does not come, what will this magic do?"
Hermione answered without hesitation:
"Can't do anything."
The girl thinks very clearly:
"It only allows the door to pass. It does not have tracking or detention functions and cannot force invitees to attend."
Draco looked down at Parchment on the table and answered casually.
"The person who received the invitation can at least give a reply."
Hermione's breathing stagnated, and he heard the meaning of this sentence.
The girl turned her head suddenly and looked straight at Draco's side face:
"What if there's no time on the invitation?"
Draco The fingers holding the pen were slightly stiff.
Gavin in the back row heard the meaning of Hermione's words and secretly nodded in agreement.
Yesterday afternoon, before Empty Classroom and Draco slammed the door and left, they left the words "I will go to the library tomorrow, if you are free." Indeed, they did not even mention the specific time and left without waiting for Hermione's reply.
This is because I am afraid that people will really agree to it.
On the podium, Vale gently turned the half piece of chalk in his hand on his fingertips and pressed it firmly into the groove of the podium.
The blond professor neither scolded nor warned him, he just crossed his arms in the morning light coming in from the window and turned his eyes half a circle on the two confronting faces:
"Time is not within the scope of the discussion. First try to write the translation completely, exchange it with your desk mates, and check whether there is any omitted content that will affect understanding."
After hearing this instruction, Gavin turned his head casually and glanced around him.
When he looked at it, he realized that the unlucky guy sitting next to him at the table was Goyle.
This burly and muscular Slytherin was now clinging to the outermost edge of Long Table. His thick neck was desperately shrinking into his collar, and he wished he could stuff himself into the crack of the stone on the spot.
Sensing the gaze directed at Gavin, Goyle trembled violently with all his fat body.
His eyes were tilted upwards to the ceiling, staring at the stone beams above his head, pretending to be studying profound architecture, but his two fat hands were silently covering his draft paper on his chest, not even daring to take a breath.
Obviously, rather than "exchanging homework corrections" with Gavin, he was more afraid that his roommate would take it out on him if something went wrong.
There was silence on Long Table for a moment.
After about ten seconds, Goyle probably felt his neck was stiff, and finally couldn't help it. He carefully tilted his eyes to the side, trying to use his peripheral vision to confirm whether the crisis was over.
However, this glance made his whole heart freeze.
Gavin didn't look away at all, still looking at him so leisurely and half-smiling.
Goyle The white hair on his back suddenly burst into sweat, and he wanted to turn his head back in panic.
Just when he was about to look away, Gavin moved.
The black-haired boy raised a very kind smile on his lips, slowly raised his right hand and gave him a thumbs up.
Goyle Before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the thumb turned down in front of him and slowly passed across his throat.
He made a gesture of cutting his throat.
Goyle The fat all over his body trembled violently.
The huge body instantly lost its center of gravity in extreme panic, and the whole person slid down the bench with a shudder, and half of his buttocks hit the stone floor heavily.
Even the scream was stuck in his throat. He grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and hurriedly shrank himself into the shadow under the table. His whole face was as white as a layer of white dust, but he didn't dare to say a word.
Looking at the surprised eyes of several Slytherin around him, Gavin took back his hand with satisfaction.
He suddenly discovered--
Is it interesting to be Slytherin?
Front row seat.
Draco pushed Parchment forward reluctantly. Hermione hesitated and looked down, but decided to follow the professor's arrangement.
Hermione lowered his head and glanced twice, and put his finger harder on one line of writing:
"The subject here cannot be omitted."
Draco glanced at it and meant something:
"You will know who it is after reading the previous article."
"You think if others know, they must know?"
The flames of war ignited.
Draco suddenly looked up at her with a bad tone:
"Then she could at least ask."
Hermione was originally pointing at the translation, but when he heard this sentence, he immediately turned back:
"If I ask you, will you answer?"
Draco just moved his lips, and before he could make a sound, Hermione had already stopped the conversation:
"The last time you asked me to stay away from you, you didn't give me a chance to ask clearly."
The two of them completely forgot about class and didn't even bother to use the pretense.
Gavin, who was thinking about how to torture Goyle in the back row, was a little surprised when he heard this paragraph and looked up.
It seems that what I did yesterday was not completely ineffective?
Are the feelings between the two starting to heat up?
Red temperature--
It should also be considered as warming, right?
Draco Originally just tilted his head, but now half of his body was twisted, and the veins on the back of his hands were slightly stretched.
"So yesterday I took the initiative to find you, and you had to make me stand there waiting for you?"
Hermione slapped Quill on the table:
"I just asked you to wait until I finish practicing Spell! I'm so tired--"
"I changed those two places and brought them here to show you--"
"And then fell in front of me?!"
Hermione pointed at the edge of the table between the two of them, just like the Parchment that was thrown away yesterday was still lying there.
"Do you have to throw things when you hand them over?"
Draco subconsciously glanced at Diary at hand, then raised his head suddenly:
"Didn't you answer the call?"
"If I answered it, you think it's okay?"
All the movement in the classroom stopped unconsciously.
The originally rustling Quill tips were suspended in the air, and dozens of ears stood up in unison.
On the adjacent Long Table, Blaise·Zabini hit the Crabbe next to him with his elbow, raised his chin towards the second row, and twitched the corners of his mouth and grinned upward; Crabbe even opened his mouth half-open, and the pencil in his hand fell on Parchment and rolled around without realizing it.
The "Ancient Runes Compendium" that Ron originally used to cover his face had already slipped under his chin. His eyes were wide open, as if he didn't understand what was going on. The Ink pen tip spread a large black stain on the draft paper.
Next to her, Harley held Wand in the palm of her hand and looked at Hermione nervously. It seemed that as long as she spoke, Harley would give Malfoy a blow.
The two parties involved were completely unaware and were still immersed in their own world.
Draco gritted his teeth and tried to find an excuse for his anger yesterday, but his words were still stiff:
"You didn't take what I said seriously at all."
Hermione looked straight at him, his eyes full of absurdity:
"If I really didn't take it seriously, why would I still read those things for you?"
Draco was choked and had to change the question:
"Then why can't you tell me properly?"
Hermione sat up straight suddenly:
"I should ask you this!"
The sound was loud and clear, almost hitting the stone wall and ceiling.
A few students in the front row shrank in fear.
Hermione didn't even look around, and Draco didn't pay attention to the eyes of others. At this moment, the two of them only had eyes for each other.
The girl's grievances that had been accumulated for too long came flooding back:
"I don't care about you, you think I'm nosy; I don't care anymore, and you blame me again." She paused for half a second, her eyes slightly sore, "Malfoy, what on earth do you want me to do?!"
Draco The veins on his neck are bulging, and his voice is hoarse:
"You know that's not what I meant!"
"Then tell me, what exactly do you mean?!"
The whole classroom became silent.
Draco opened his mouth, breathing rapidly, all the rebuttal words were stuck in his throat, and fell into a brief silence.
There were some words he really wanted to say that were stuck in his throat, and Hermione just stared at him, not intending to give in at all.
Gavin in the back row had no expression on his face after watching this scene.
A relationship between these two people is like a quarrel between elementary school students. It is a completely unnutritious conversation.
Too childish.
Gavin At this moment, I hope someone will come out and do something to put an end to this farce.
So, he raised his eyes and looked towards the podium.
However, he discovered that the seemingly indifferent professor was now holding his arms across his chest, with a smile on his face, looking at the two people arguing in the front row with a smile on his face.
Gavin is a little speechless.
I'm asking you to take over my class, not to take CP.
As if he noticed Gavin's gaze, Professor Vale coughed lightly and finally put down his arm.
"Ahem."
Vale Professor cleared his throat, put his hands on the edge of the podium, looked at the two faces that were about to smoke, and his tone returned to coldness.
"If the differences between two people on each other's translations have reached the point of being completely irreconcilable..."
Hermione was already holding back his grievances and anger, but when he heard the professor speak, he thought he was going to correct classroom discipline.
The girl took a deep breath, got ahead of Draco, straightened her body and spoke loudly to the podium:
"Sorry, Professor Vale! But I have to apply to change my partner--Mr. Malfoy can't listen to others at all!"
Draco turned around suddenly, and the veins on his neck bulged with anger:
"Just because I didn't translate the way you meant?!"
"Because you can't communicate at all!"
"Is there anything I haven't changed?!"
The two voices' voices echoed in the quiet classroom, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong that it seemed like it would explode at any moment.
In front of the podium, Professor Vale's expression did not change at all this time.
The blond man lowered his head, reached out and opened the copy of Third-Year Ancient Runes Elective Register at hand, and his slender fingers paused on the yellowed Parchment.
"Application rejected, Miss Granger."
Hermione was stunned. "Why?"
Vale raised his head flatly, with a smile, and looked over Hermione's thin shoulders:
"Because my instruction is to 'exchange with the tablemate next to you'. According to the roster, your partner is Mr. Longbottom next to you."
The air in the entire classroom was completely frozen at this moment.
A few students in the front row turned their heads to watch the show and burst out laughing.
Hermione suddenly froze in his position.
She turned her head mechanically.
Neville, who was sitting next to her on the same Long Table, was pitifully holding a densely written Parchment in his hands, and he wanted to shrink back into the back of the chair.
Facing Hermione's dull gaze, Neville's whole face turned into a ripe tomato, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito:
"...Hermione, my translation... was actually written fifteen minutes ago, but I never dared to hand it to you..."
Hermione's brain went blank with a bang.
Vale on the podium shifted his gaze and landed on Draco opposite, who was still twisting his neck:
"Mr. Malfoy, you too. Mr. Nott sitting next to you, Parchment Ink in hand has been completely dried. Before exchanging next time, please find the person you are responsible for first."
On the other side of the table, Theodore·Nott expressionlessly turned over the Parchment that he had written long ago and moved it a little, as if he was a little disgusted.
Draco's pale face burned with a bang, and the blood spread all the way to the roots of his ears.
The boy's entire arm retracted from the center line of Long Table like an electric shock, and he wanted to forcefully regain his respect.
"She looked at me first--"
Hermione turned his head suddenly, his whole face burning red with embarrassment:
"You were the one who moved the paper over first!"
"Pfft--"
On the other side of Slytherin table, Blaise·Zabini finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and threw himself on the edge of the table, shaking violently, and the table was shaking constantly.
Ron in the back row buried his whole face in the textbook, his shoulders were shaking, and a sullen smile escaped from his mouth.
Harley helplessly covered his face, feeling that Hermione was completely hopeless.
The entire classroom was filled with suppressed laughter.
The two people who had just been quarreling realized how ridiculous their behavior just now was.
Hermione pushed back the Parchment that originally belonged to Draco on the corner of the table, grabbed the homework in Neville's hand and pulled it in front of him. He moved so quickly that he almost broke it.
Draco also buried his head tightly, grabbed Parchment that Nott pushed over, the pen tip hanging in the air shook twice, but he didn't dare to write a word.
Long Table Neither of the two people opposite raised their heads.
Gavin in the back row shook his head, not knowing what to say.
What a great show.
On the podium, Vale closed the roster, and Wand tapped Runes Rubbing on the blackboard.
"Ancient Runes's first rule is to clearly identify the target of the spell."
The blond professor's eyes slid over the two faces on both sides of Long Table that were about to drip blood, and he slowly added the final blow.
"If you can misread whoever is sitting next to you, the two-foot-long translation is obviously too easy for you. But well--"
The professor paused for half a second, but there was a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes:
"I am very pleased that the level of concern the two of them have for each other's 'grammatical errors' has obviously gone far beyond the limitations of this desk."
"Next time, if you plan to continue 'academic guidance' to each other across the entire table, I suggest you write each other's names into the formal cooperation application in advance, and I will consider approving it."
"Now, get out of class is over."
Upon hearing this, Hermione and Draco buried their heads even lower.
The get out of class bell rang at the right time.
The professor packed up his lecture notes and walked out of the classroom neatly without looking at anyone again.
After class, the students in the classroom walked out sparsely.
Gavin walked out of the door first and leaned against the raised Stone Pillar in the corridor, waiting for Ron and Harley who were still busy packing their schoolbags.
Daiya was counting the notes Rubbing had brought up next to the podium, put the roster into a leather briefcase, and was about to step out.
In the open space in front of the corridor, Draco quickly called out to Hermione who was walking in front:
"Granger."
Hermione stopped and turned around, the anger from the class still lingering between his brows.
Draco's fingers tightly grasped the edge of Diary, and he threw out two words:
"Four o'clock, library."
Hermione stared at him for a while and did not refuse immediately.
She pressed the strap of her schoolbag and spoke in a cold tone:
"At five o'clock, I want to practice for a while Patronus Charm."
She actually just wanted to practice by herself for a while. Gavin had taught herself all the skills yesterday. All she lacked now was practice.
She wanted to master this Spell as soon as possible, otherwise she would have to ask Gavin for advice after she forgot the feeling.
But Draco obviously misunderstood something, and his originally slightly soothing expression suddenly turned cold.
"Didn't you spend the entire afternoon with him yesterday?"
"Patronus Charm can't be learned in an afternoon." Hermione frowned and didn't notice the problem.
"So you are still going to find him today?" Draco's voice became tight.
"What--no, you misunderstood." Hermione then understood what Draco meant.
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Draco smiled coldly, "I only believe what I see."
Hermione was still explaining nicely at first, but Draco's unabashed hostility also made her a little angry.
"I'm just asking him for advice Spell."
"Haha, would you like to ask Spell, the last one?" Draco's face was full of disbelief.
"You don't understand. His Patronus Charm is very powerful. He is not what you think at all."
"What kind of thing?" Draco smiled coldly, "I don't see how a person who is bullied all day long can be so powerful."
Hermione is a little angry.
"That's a the East's cultivation method!"
"How to practice? Haha--"
The Parchment in Draco's hand was pinched with a deep crease.
"Do you believe this kind of nonsense? You just listen to him now."
Hermione looked at his face that was getting paler due to gloominess, and his tone became completely cold.
"At least he's willing to talk to me nicely."
Draco's chest rose and fell, and he blurted out:
"Then why did you come to me?!"
Hermione did not flinch, but faced his gaze directly, with a clear and piercing voice:
"The person who comes to me now is you, Malfoy."
Draco was choked and speechless. His eyes passed over her red eyes, over the girl's shoulders, and suddenly he saw Gavin standing by the pillar next to the door.
Yesterday afternoon in the abandoned classroom, the image of Hermione standing next to the black-haired boy with a smile flashed through his mind without warning.
The boy's reason was momentarily unbalanced by the sting.
He didn't beat around the bush anymore, stared at Hermione, and asked very directly:
"You like him?"
The air in the corridor suddenly became cold.
Hermione looked at the young man in front of him steadily, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips were slightly open, and he could hardly believe his ears.
She waited for a full second, waiting for him to take back his words or show even a hint of regret.
But Draco does not.
The young man's eyes only contained an almost pathological questioning, and an undisguised suspicion after being stung.
The mud beside Black Lake, the fear of being almost deprived of her soul by Dementor last night, and her original intention to put aside her usual pride and seek advice from Slytherin...
All the grievances turned into a surge of bitterness at this moment, and rushed up to the nasal cavity.
The girl's eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, her chest heaved violently, and she was trembling even while breathing.
So this is how he sees himself?
The energy to explain was completely drained in this second.
The knuckles of the fingers that were holding on to the strap of the schoolbag turned white. Hermione looked at the boy in front of him who was becoming more and more unreasonable. Tears flashed in his eyes, but a self-defeating sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
She raised her chin suddenly, and shouted at him hoarsely with trembling determination and revengeful anger:
"Yes! I just like Gavin!"
"Are you satisfied now?!"
After saying that, she ran away without looking back.
The last two sentences were spoken in a sharp and high-pitched voice, penetrating the entire corridor.
Several students passing by with textbooks in their arms stopped suddenly and looked around in confusion.
At the door of the classroom, Ron and Harley, who had just packed their schoolbags and were stepping out of the threshold one after another, froze in place.
Ron The book he was holding in his arms almost slipped out of his hands. The red-haired boy's mouth was so open that he could fit a fist into it, and his entire face was filled with incredible sluggishness.
Harley beside him was even more stunned.
After a brief moment of astonishment, those emerald green eyes suddenly lit up.
A look of extreme surprise suddenly appeared on the girl's face. Her eyes were round and round, and the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed and turned upward. Her eyes quickly moved back and forth between the direction where Hermione ran away and the face of Gavin by the door.
Right in front, Parchment in Draco's hand has been crushed into a ball of waste paper in an instant.
He didn't even look at Hermione's running back. His red eyes were almost cold and pierced the face of Gavin who was leaning against Stone Pillar by the door.
Before Gavin could digest the weird atmosphere around him, another line of sight pierced him from the side.
Daiya·Rowle One foot had already stepped over the threshold, but now the whole person was frozen there.
There was also an undisguised chill in those light gray eyes, which were also staring at him motionless.
Two eyes, also from Pure-blood families, also of light gray color, looked at the same target in the dim light of the corridor.
Gavin looked at Ron next to him who was stunned, and then looked at Harley next to him with a face full of surprise and eyes shining.
Then he looked at Draco, who had a murderous look on his face, and Daiya, who looked unpredictable.
Finally, he looked at the end of the corridor where Hermione ran away.
"..."
This time he didn't say a word.