HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 119 Disappointment

Another week passed, during which neither Harry nor Ron nor Hermione came to see Ann nor Fanny, much to Ann's relief, in fact, after that day, when Ann thought about it again, it seemed that it was really It was a stupid thing, because she was only targeting Harry at the time. If Hermione really wanted to ask, she didn't know what to do, but she really couldn't speak harsh words to Hermione.

Afterwards, the inner thoughts she said to Fanny made Ann feel a lot better. It feels great to have a good friend like Fanny.

This time, it may be possible to avoid it for a long time, An optimistically thought, at least avoid this semester, it is best to wait for the OWLs exam to pass.

On Sunday, Ann was happily arranging things on the workbench in a corner of Greenhouse No. [-]. Professor Sprout had agreed with Ann to place a small workbench in the greenhouse last semester, but she didn’t do much work this semester due to her arm injury. came.

Cleaning a glass bottle, Anzheng was about to put it away, when a very familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"install!"

It was Hermione's voice.

The glass bottle in An's hand slipped and shattered on the table. She was a little flustered, or rather confused for a second, and An wanted to reach out to grab it.

Hermione quickly grabbed Ann's hand, "Hey~" she said, she pulled out her wand and cast a spell on the test tube, "It's back to normal."

Ann picked up the intact glass bottle and placed it on the wooden shelf, then turned to look at Hermione, "Uh... good morning."

Hermione looked at Ann with a smile on her face, "Good morning, Ann, I like the birthday present you gave me very much, and the cake is also delicious—"

Ann suddenly remembered that during the summer vacation, she had prepared a birthday present for Hermione, put it on the bookshelf, and asked Al to post it on the night of September 9, so that Hermione could wake up early in the dormitory You can see it, and about the cake, it's what she asked Dobby to do on the second night of school.

But she forgot these few days. Originally, during Hermione's coming-of-age birthday, she still had plans for a birthday party. After all, the messy things hadn't happened at that time, and after the messy things happened, she also forgot Tell Al and Dobby to cancel this stuff.

Of course, it also had something to do with Ann trying to avoid thinking about Hermione and the three of them this week.

Escaping is a choice, yes, but it doesn't mean the matter is over, no!Now there are consequences.

"Well—" An stammered a few words, and then said, "As long as you like it...ah! Happy birthday——"

Hermione gave Ann a sweet smile, and then said, "It's not just for this reason that I came to see you."

"Ah? What else is there?" Ann asked nervously. She was a little afraid of what Hermione would do later. If Hermione really said it, she wasn't sure what would happen then.

Hermione looked at Ann and said cheerfully, "I see—"

An's heart beat faster, what did Hermione know?What is she going to say?Can you not be so close to me?

"Ann, what you said to Harry was so right!"

"What?" Ann looked confused.

"I now know your intentions at the time. Since then, Harry has never had any conflicts with Umbridge, and what you said about not confronting us is also very reasonable. Since she is unwilling to teach us, then We'll just learn by ourselves-"

"Uh-huh? Learn by yourself?"

Hermione nodded seriously, "That's right! Just learn by yourself and let Harry teach us. I told him about it, but he hasn't figured it out yet, but I think it's very useful. Outside Hogwarts There's danger, and we've got to be ready for what's waiting for us out there. I mean, we've got to make sure we can actually protect ourselves. If we don't learn anything for a whole year, then Harry can come and be us my teacher, teach us how to use spells—”

An put her hands on the workbench, and tried to keep herself as far away from Hermione as possible. Being too close put her under a lot of psychological pressure. After thinking about it, she understood what Hermione was saying.

"If I understand correctly, you mean to set up a... er... organization for Harry to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yes, that's right, isn't that a great idea?" Hermione leaned closer to Ann, looking into Ann's eyes.

"Yes—" Ann felt her blood start to surge, and Hermione was almost on top of her.

Hermione seemed very happy when she received an affirmative answer, and she withdrew her slightly protruding body, "Great, how about you?"

"What? Uh—me?" Ann frowned, and reason and some memories began to fill her previously blank mind. After thinking for a while, she said slowly, "Harry agrees to establish this organization?"

"He agreed this morning. I think it's because everyone really needs this organization. After all, Umbridge can't teach us anything, and the mysterious man has become stronger outside. We must learn how to deal with black magic. And the impending danger—" Hermione explained.

"But—" Before Ann finished speaking, Hermione approached Ann again.

Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement, just like the frantic passion she showed for SPEw, "I've figured out that if we're going to have a party, it'll be at Hogsmeade's Saturday next weekend." What do you think of the Hog's Head?"

An Weiwei leaned back, "It's good——" Both her ears were red, but she still had a little reason left, and she said very quickly to avoid being interrupted, "But I can't join this organization, Absolutely not."

Hermione was suddenly disappointed.

"I, I—it's not that your thoughts are bad, but at this time, I can't—" Ann struggled with her choice of words.

Hermione shook her head, and she didn't intend to be embarrassed.

"I'm sorry—" An finally had to say this.

Hermione gave Ann a hug, which made Ann freeze in place.

"Ann, you have given me great encouragement." Hermione said softly, then let go of her hug, and smiled at An, "I'm back to the library, and there is still a lot of work to do, goodbye !” After speaking, he waved to An and ran out of the greenhouse.

Ann watched Hermione's figure disappearing into the greenhouse before regaining her senses.

After regaining consciousness, An felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. On the one hand, a rational voice was complaining loudly, and on the other hand, Hermione's disappointed eyes were still lingering in her heart.

When it was time for lunch, Ann sat down next to Fanny in a dull manner.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you go out this morning all right?" Fanny gave Ann a strange look.

"I think I should have done too many stupid things, and I got retribution—" An replied with a depressed face.

Fanny raised her eyebrows without making any comment.

For the next week, every time An glanced at Hermione or accidentally saw Hermione, An would immediately avoid the other party's eyes, but the disappointed look in Hermione's eyes in the greenhouse that day always appeared in his heart.

It was Friday night quickly, and tomorrow would be the weekend in Hogsmeade village. Everyone else in the dormitory was asleep, but An was lying on the bed, tossing and turning for the first time in a long time.

The next morning, Fanny came to call Ann, and Ann covered her head with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "I haven't slept enough, so I won't go today—"

"Okay." Fanny replied, and then went out with Pansy and the others. Anyway, this was not the first time Ann had done so.

After Fanny and the others left, Ann hugged the quilt and rolled twice on the bed, finally lifted the quilt, rubbed her hair vigorously, and cursed in a low voice, "I'm absolutely crazy!"

Although he said so, An quickly sat up from the bed, washed up quickly, got dressed, and dragged out a wooden box from under the desk, glanced at it, and quickly dug out the box. An all-black robe and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a mask.

Stuffing these three things into her schoolbag, Ann put her schoolbag on her back and ran to the fourth floor of the castle. She looked around, but there was no one there. Ann drew out her wand at a statue of a one-eyed witch, and said in a low voice, "Left and right separation."

The statue of the One-Eyed Witch immediately parted, and a dark hole appeared, just big enough for a cat to crawl in. Anne carefully climbed in, and when she climbed in, the statue closed immediately.

"Fluorescence flashes." An whispered, and the tip of the wand held in his right hand glowed white.After climbing in this winding stone passage for about half an hour, a larger space suddenly appeared in front of it. It was a stone arched passage, but it was very old, and many stone surfaces were uneven. The place exposed the soil.

After walking for about half an hour, an upward stone step appeared.

"It's finally here!" Ann muttered dissatisfiedly, tightened her clothes, and climbed up. When she was almost at the top, Ann stopped, searched for a while with a bright wand, and found a ring handle.

With a twist of the round handle, Ann pushed the floor door open.This is a small cellar filled with wooden boxes and large wooden barrels. There are more than a dozen boxes with signs that Ann is very familiar with, because these candies are her creation. This is the cellar of Honeydukes in Hogsmeade Village .

"Huh, it's finally here." An sighed in a low voice, bypassed many boxes, went up a few more steps, and knocked on the wooden door.

After a while, Mrs. Froome opened the door, and then she exclaimed, "Oh? Ann! Why are you here today? Or through a tunnel? Isn't today Hogsmeade weekend?"

"Mrs. Froome, good morning. Uh--I have something else to do today, can you keep it a secret? Let me borrow your back door casually?" Ann said.

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Froome nodded and didn't ask anything else.

"Thank you." Ann said gratefully.

Pushing open the iron-covered back door, Ann was completely changed when she came out. She was wrapped in a long black robe, the brim of the hat was very low, and only half of the mask was exposed. Only when she raised her head did she reveal her eyes. But under the black-rimmed eyes, her pupils are no longer the striking amber, but black.

Looking up at the clear and cloudless sky, Ann pushed the black-rimmed glasses, looked around to identify the direction, and walked towards the Pig's Head Bar.

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