Complicated Relationships

Bell stared at Hermione for a long while. He felt that she had probably transmigrated; otherwise, why did he have absolutely no memory of the things she was talking about? It couldn't be that he had transmigrated again, could it?

So there was only one truth! That was...

"Um, Hermione, why did you suddenly drag me out here?"

Driven by his instinct for survival, Bell wisely chose to skip over the previous topic.

"Today is the Quidditch House Cup finals. You have to come watch with me!"

Bell had not gone to watch any of the previous matches. For this final match, Hermione refused to let him escape again, no matter what.

Life was so wonderful—how could he keep hiding underground all day? Magic was not the entirety of life. He needed to balance work and rest!

"All right, then I'll take the day off."

After giving it some thought, Bell readily agreed to Hermione's request.

He also felt that he had spent too little time with Shanna and Hermione lately. Since Hermione had asked him to watch the Quidditch match with her, he had to agree no matter what.

"That's more like it."

Hermione wrapped her arm around Bell's with satisfaction.

"Come on, Shanna and the others have already gone to save us seats. We should hurry over too."

Taking a deep breath and bathing in the spring sunlight, Bell, who had been underground for so long, found himself somewhat unaccustomed to it.

But the sunlight was warm against his body, soothing both mind and spirit, and it quickly erased that slight sense of discomfort in Bell's heart.

Following the bustling crowd, the two soon arrived at the Quidditch pitch. At the very top of the stands to the right of the entrance, Bell spotted his little sister and