Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Hermione? Hermione? Are you okay?" Hermione woke up suddenly from her sleep when she heard someone calling her with concern.

She looked up and saw her roommate, Lavender Brown, standing behind her at this time, staring at her silently.

Only then did Hermione realize that she should have had a nightmare, and she immediately covered her chest, relieved with a sigh of relief. The scene was so real that she still had lingering fears.

At this time, the girl covered her lips, yawned, then glanced at the various materials piled up on Hermione’s desk, and sighed: "You are really working hard. Now you are tired to fall asleep doing homework. Yes, did you choose an extra course again?" Lavender inferred naturally.

But at the same time, it was not surprising, after all, this was Hermione's normal state.

"But I still think you can relax, don't let yourself be so tired, why do girls work so hard? Isn't it good to find a better boyfriend who knows how to take care of yourself?" said this, Lavender's face climbed up. A little blush, as if thinking of something.

"By the way, today, Professor Trelawney said I will make a boyfriend this year!" She said excitedly at this time, eager to share her joy with her roommate.

Even if today is not a day for class, it is customary for this student to communicate with the professor of divination. She likes to listen to Professor Trelawney’s divination. She feels that with the guidance of this teacher, there will be no more in the future. Perplexed.

"Yes, is it?" Hermione’s expression was strange. If she remembered correctly, she often said this sentence last semester, but she never found her boyfriend, but Hermione was not ready to refute at this time. I completely fell out with the teacher, and the class did not go. There is no need to upset her roommate.

"It would be great if Krum could be my boyfriend, tall, handsome, a Quidditch star, or a foreigner, how romantic this is!" Lavender said with a look of hope at this time, in his eyes There seemed to be stars twinkling, but the expression on his face quickly dimmed again. It was obvious that this was an unrealized and unrealistic fantasy.

They obviously won't have any intersection, the closest relationship may be the audience and the performer.

When Lavender mentioned the name Krum, Hermione's expression instantly froze.She suddenly recalled how she had fled from the library in a hurry today, and she also wondered why Krum would take the initiative to become friends with her.

But Hermione was not going to reveal it to Lavender, because it seemed like she was showing off.

"Seriously, who do you like about those two people?" Lavender asked at this moment, randomly pulling a stool from behind and sitting under him, with an ambiguous smile.

Sometimes the topic that girls ask is so direct.

"Which two?" Hermione's eyes suddenly widened, and she hadn't reacted yet.

Lavender probably didn’t hear Hermione’s question, she broke her fingers and counted it out: "You three are often together, and everyone else is guessing who you will be with. Mr. Savior has a good reputation. It's pretty handsome, but I don't have much contact with him, and I don't know whether his personality is good, but I always feel that there may be something wrong in his heart.

"Oh, I don't mean anything else. It's just a matter of fact. Don't tell him. I think he usually behaves well." Lavender hurriedly added, suddenly realizing that he seems to be speaking bad things about others behind his back. .

She retracted one of her fingers, and then continued to count: "I think the one from Weasley's is pretty good. I think it's quite humorous and has a good personality."

Hermione felt Lavender's face flushed at this moment.

"Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff should be good, tall enough, and very good at learning. It's hard to believe that he will be a student of Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, he did not become a warrior." Lavender He shook his head, but began to stretch,

"Slytherin..." Hermione had already guessed what she would say later, and then interrupted: "Sorry, I'm a little sleepy, I want to go to bed."

"Well, I wish you a good dream." Lavender smiled, then glanced at the clock on Hermione's desk, his face changed a lot: "It's so late, I want to go to bed too! Staying up late is very harmful to the skin! This is what Madam Pomfrey said!"

After washing up, Hermione lay on the bed covered by the crimson flannel curtain, closed her eyelids, but was not sleepy at all.

Maybe it was because I slept for a long time before, maybe I was worried about someone.

She was tossing and turning on the cot, and the dreams just now kept playing back in her mind. The fiery dragon's cruel fangs were sprinkled with blood red, and the boy fell in a pool of blood. Kind of weird cruelty.

In the stands, Malfoy's parents fainted screaming, and there was chaos around. Madame Pomfrey rushed out from nowhere. Dumbledore walked quickly across the court and subdued the fire dragon.

Scenes from the dream flashed in her mind.

"If he knows, then my reminder is considered useless. If he doesn't know it, then I just ask him to stand on the same starting line with others again. This is to pay back his favor. This is not emotional. It's not emotional." Hermione seemed to have made some determination in the end, but at the same time she gave herself some excuses to convince herself.

Her hand stretched out the curtain and fumbled for a quill from the bedside table.

"Parchment is flying!" Hermione whispered, trying not to wake her roommate.

A piece of parchment on the wooden table "swish" and passed through the gap in the curtain, then suddenly slowed down and floated to Hermione's pillow.

"Fluorescence flickers!" She whispered again, and then she supported the quilt with her left hand, giving her space to move, while her right hand was somewhat difficult to put in front of her, and she began to write in a difficult posture.

If given the opportunity, Harry might be able to share with her the experience of doing homework under the covers.

The handwriting looked crooked, and did not match her usual graceful handwriting at all. Even Professor McGonagall would not recognize it as her handwriting.

It is true that there are reasons for irregular movements, but more, it is Hermione deliberately, and she does not want to be recognized by herself.

"It's done." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief looking at the handwriting that she didn't recognize before her, but could still barely distinguish.

"Crookshanks?" Hermione whispered from the bed. The big ginger cat under the bed, curled up, jumped onto Hermione's small bed in a sensitive posture that didn't match her fat body.

Hermione began to speak in a low voice beside her pet's ear. She knew that her cat was smart and understood what she meant.

"Don't be seen, I'll give you an extra meal tomorrow." Hermione whispered, touching Crookshank's meek fur.

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