There was one thing Su Er found deeply puzzling: Voldemort had remained quiet, rather than immediately unleashing a storm after Dumbledore's death.
He had disappeared.
Or was he, like everyone else, mourning Dumbledore's death?
Heh. Su Er could not help shaking his head at the thought. How could I have such an absurd idea?
Anyone might mourn him, but not Voldemort.
Perhaps the suspicious Voldemort did not believe Dumbledore was truly dead. He was still watching, waiting to see how things developed.
"What are you thinking about?" A pair of hands slipped around Su Er's waist, and he could feel a soft cheek pressed against his back.
The sixth school year had ended, and Su Er had become one of the few Professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts to resign successfully, something destined to leave a significant mark on Hogwarts' history.
It was now the transition between the sixth and seventh school years-summer vacation-and nearly half a year had passed since Dumbledore's death.
Su Er and Hermione had returned home as soon as the summer holidays began, to their home on Lily Street.
Yes, Hermione had moved in. During this time, she and Su Er had spent their days and nights together under the same roof.
"Nothing." Su Er turned around and gently embraced Hermione's soft, slender waist. "I was wondering when we should set off."
"Mmm." Hermione buried her face in Su Er's chest, her reply muffled. "I never imagined Professor Lupin would marry Tonks."
"Neither did I," Su Er said with a soft laugh.
"When will we get married?" Hermione looked up and gently stroked Su Er's face. "I'm a little scared."
"When everything has settled." Su Er tightened his arms around Hermione's waist. "Don't worry. It'll all be over soon."
Hermione gave a soft, nasal hum,