Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"Nothing, Hermione." I am not as good as you said.Hermione couldn't just sleep here like this, Zoe took care of her, temporarily forgetting the psychological awkwardness.They left the hustle and bustle of the manor and passed by several blushing and shouting tourists.

The hotel they stayed in was on the other side of the celebration venue, not far away, but they had to walk some distance.Stars hang high in the sky at night, which is different from the big cities, where the stars can be clearly seen.The wind at night is not as cool and comfortable as during the day.Hermione was a little awake when the wind blew, and stood up straight with Zoe's arm."Keep leaning on, you're almost there."

The two walked slowly, and the atmosphere was good.Halfway through, I actually slipped out a few fireflies from the flower field. I was not afraid of people, so I wandered around this area, as if the stars communicated with human nature. The slight light flickered and dimmed, connected to the flowers swinging in the wind below. As if inviting them.

How can humans not be moved by the sentimental scenery?Hermione reached out, trying to catch the light bug flying in front of her, but he staggered, Zoe grabbed her quickly, but unexpectedly too much strength, directly dragged the unsteady girl into his arms.

"Hermione..." Zoe licked his lips dryly.

"Ok?"

"We...next year can go to Egypt." In fact, she didn't understand what she was really expecting to say. She just remembered the girl's previous pair of eyes that looked forward to gleaming, so she unconsciously said it.

"Really!" Hermione's eyes lit up, and then she frowned, "Going to Egypt is not like traveling in Europe. It's too dangerous for my mother to allow, and it's too expensive. It costs a lot of money..."

"It's okay. We can go with your parents. As for the expenses, I only need to prepare for the round trip. I can arrange everything else."

The Siegel family did escape from the world, but they had a lot of accumulated wealth.She didn't want Hermione to give up what she wanted to do for some unimportant reason, not to mention the insignificant money that hindered her.If she wants to do it, then she supports her, although Zoe didn't realize why she thought so, but she was already doing it.

Hermione shook her head and said seriously, "No, Zoe, this is not a small amount of money. Even if you lend me, I will pay you back on time." Her tone was beyond doubt, and Zoe did not force her. Just nodded.

"Cough cough." At this moment, there was a cough behind her, and she turned around, her black Barbara seemed to be completely absorbed into the night, but the sleepless face looked better under the light of fireflies."Although I don't mind, how long do you plan to hold together?"

Zoe backed away abruptly, restraining her from throwing Hermione out.Her ears were red, and she stared at the ground tensely, as if there was something worth paying attention to.

"Professor Barbara, good evening." Instead, Hermione, unaware of Zoe's wavering at all, supported Zoe's shoulders and waved to the weird-looking Barbara.

*****

"Miss Siegel, although I have no reason to interfere with your friendship..." Barbara motioned to Zoe to sit anywhere, while she herself was sitting on a wooden chair with several beers on the table next to her. There is only a shallow layer of beer froth at the bottom of the cup.Hermione was asked to stay in the room because Barbara wanted to talk to Zoe alone.

This is Barbara's room in the hotel, right below Zoe and Hermione's rooms.This is not a coincidence. There is only one hotel in the entire town that has vacancies. Perhaps because of the celebration, there are an unprecedented number of tourists, almost filling every room in the town.

"But do you know what you are doing? Are you serious?" Barbara frowned upon seeing Zoe's confused face. "It looks like you haven't figured it out yet, so it's good... just like that. , Expose it, and tell me about your pain."

Zoe lowered his head like a ghost, thinking that the woman in front of him might be somewhat unreliable.Although the appearance is very mature, coupled with that sick face, I am somewhat pitiful.But in fact, the personality may be a bit rough and very emotional-just mention something that makes you careless, and then skip it.And this morning I didn't care and hung myself in the sky... If it weren't for her to be a professor in the future, Zoe really wanted to turn around and leave.

"By the way, don't hide anything from me. You should know that only cooperation can achieve the best results."

Zoe sat in a chair for a long time, thinking about where to start. Finally, she hesitated, and told the truth about Max’s past experience in her dream, and said that once she thought about Max’s related things, her mind It will sting violently.

"Well, your spirit should have been invaded by a foreign body, I don't know what it is. And it is gradually fusing with your soul, which is causing your pain..." A smile appeared on Barbara's face, "Although I I hate Max Siegel, but she always surprises people."

"Are you saying that I am doing this all because of my mother? Is she doing things to me?" Zoe looked ugly, his fists clenched.

"No, I'm not sure. Just because you said you would dream of Max and experience what she experienced, I will use her as a suspect... now let's try if we can separate the abnormal part."

"But what are you going to do? Could there be a spell that I don't know can manipulate the soul?" Zoe asked suspiciously.

"Spells can't be done. I will use things other than spells to implement them. Do you know what I am holding?" She drew a mysterious symbol with her fingers, and a blue rune floated in her palm.

"Ancient magic text, right? You said you were the professor of this class."

"One of the ancient magic texts is also a language that any wizard may not be able to thoroughly study in his entire life-runes, of course, you can also say that it is a rune of Rune. According to legend, Odin was in order to obtain the ultimate Wisdom, first loses a right eye, and then hangs himself on a tree for nine days and nine nights. The words he created are runes, a kind of words that can even communicate with God." Barbara said. He spoke with each other, and then the conversation turned, "But these are not important, because it is impossible for modern wizards to use all the power of runes, so they are used to interpret ancient books, and they can fool the Ministry of Magic or do not know how to do it. Stupid wizard, to the extent that I usually cheat two free butterbeers to drink at the bar." She opened her eyes with extremely dark circles, and naturally said jaw-dropping words.

Chapter 8 The Girl Who Pursue X (2)

Love is possession, love is plunder.No matter how many romantic romances are depicted in the scrolls of the past and present, it's all because they haven't felt it. They haven't felt the feeling of strong stimulation flowing through the spine and exploding in the brain.As if the shallow people became vivid immediately, the sketches were colored with an overwhelming sense of presence and clarity.Even if a certain part of her heart is clamoring, trying to convey the pain, it doesn't matter, it's proof that she lives here, it's proof of being alive.

Is giving death such a pleasure?Or just because that is what she likes.Combining it, giving death to the one you like will actually bring such a violent feeling to yourself.She never felt that she was really alive, because she couldn't find the sense of reality, but was forcibly dragged into the world by a symbol in an abnormal way, and she started thinking almost as soon as she opened her eyes.She actually understood that she was an absolute heresy, but she didn't understand what her father thought of her.The world is gray and white to her, it doesn't matter what color, can you count on a false ghost to paint color?

But death is extremely splendid, both dazzlingly burning crimson, and quiet and steady deep black.To be alive, indeed to be alive, when she lost a life in her hand, she really felt this way.His brain was chaotic, his hands trembled, and an unidentified liquid slipped from his eyes.

Her hands trembled, and she closed her slender neck.While the chaotic turbulence has not subsided, why not enjoy more of the reality of being alive?She injected strength into her arms, not for jokes, but for really wanting to kill herself.Her eyeballs are protruding, her mouth is slightly open, panting faintly, and twitching subconsciously.The air was thin, her eyes were dark, and the shackles in her throat were sad, making her want to cough a little, but she couldn't make a sound.She could feel her body gradually weaken, and a drop of water leaked from the corner of her eyes, and she could still remember the way Florence was before his death.

"Miss! My goodness!" There was a horrified, piercing scream in the distance, and she heard that voice ringing in her ear countless times, whether it was to wake her up or have her dinner.Paluru's eyes opened wide, as if trying to squeeze out the eyeballs wrapped in the eyelids.

It snapped its fingers, and she felt her hands being separated by an irreversible force. She lay on the lawn, breathing heavily, coughing constantly, and her body trembled from the near-death experience.

"Miss! Paluru... Paluru will send you to rest..." She was picked up by the house elf and looked at the panic on the ugly face in a daze. Her brain was unable to perform effective due to lack of oxygen. Thinking, Orlando's face flashed from the depths, she slowly squeezed a smile, and then wept again from the turbulent sadness.

It turned out that she could not be her own coffin.

******

"Did you hear the celebration over the hall? The Gryffindor team won again."

"Gryffindor has been showing off their full eugenics, huh, our Max is no worse than her!"

"If Max and Margaret were at the same level, Slytherin would not have been crushed by Gryffindor last year..."

"Oh, the Gryffindor House team is very strong, they have too much advantage over Quidditch..."

"I heard that Max went to Hogsmeade on a date with Heather yesterday, and they seem to have kissed..."

"What?! That bastard Heather, I swear to smash that playboy's face!"

"Heather was unlucky enough today. He received at least three anonymous roaring letters during breakfast, and one with a triggering curse attached to it. You should really see his face become like the back of a toad. it's so funny……"

"That's because he doesn't know what he can do. He can date anyone, but with Max? The hostility of the people around her can tear him apart."

When the few Slytherin students disappeared across the corridor, Max walked out of the bathroom blankly.Their voices are loud enough to reach downstairs, gossip and choreographing others have always been human supreme entertainment.

There is no one next to her, which is very rare, because usually they will be like insects attracted by nectar, around Max.Max needs his own personal time to complete his daily routine experiments.Fortunately, her influence is absolute. You only need to talk to those followers gently, and they will be immersed in the pride of their idols speaking to them, thinking they have been taken seriously, and then obediently responding to Max’s request. .

Max raised his hands, those hands were white and clean, and he couldn't tell that his hands were full of blood ten minutes ago.She went to the Forbidden Forest to get something, then practiced spells on those creatures as usual, and killed them all after they were useless.Today the heart of that Rubran (a kind of magical canine creature) beats outside for a minute.

For those who were still gossiping about her and Heather, although she didn't care, she was uncomfortable.She does not want to draw a relationship with someone who has been eliminated by her qualifications.Although Heather was tall and handsome, he couldn't even read a heart-wrenching bone, let alone the scarred face when she offered him the terms of the relationship.In the end, she had to clear part of his memory and plant the ending that he was rejected by her.

But she really didn't like Heather. She didn't even say a few words between the two. She didn't like Quidditch either. The star players weren't a bonus point for her.But he suddenly ran over to invite her to play in Hogsmeade. Max could read the lust in his eyes, a kind of emotion necessary for creatures to multiply.

Among the people around her, there is no shortage of Heather fans, so she agreed to Heather, and she was also quite curious.

While thinking about other things, she threw the water off her hand. Her handkerchief was soiled during the experiment, but she didn't want to wipe the water on the robe.Neither she nor the other person in a hurry could notice each other, until the moment they faced each other at the corner, it was too late to avoid them.

Max just staggered, but the opponent was knocked down directly. The man was originally a thin body, and even the smallest size robe looked a bit bigger.She sat directly on the ground, the book she was holding fell aside.Max picked up the book and found that it was densely recorded with ancient magic texts.

She turned her attention to the girl who was knocked down by her, the Slytherin student, and must be younger than her.The reason why she can be so sure is because she has seen the girl go to class with Narcissa.She also met her at the time, and chatted with her because of Narcissa's retention.

"Barbara, are you okay?" Naturally speaking the girl's name, Max remembered almost everyone's name that had crossed her with her, even if it was just one side.This is one of the reasons why she is so popular. She has always been able to face the people she wants to face in the most appropriate way, and on the surface she is very friendly to them.

"No, it's okay, senior sister." Barbara muttered and got up from the ground. She didn't accept Max's support, and she didn't look at her directly. Her eyes just kept rolling on the ground, which was very rude, "Yes. Did something drop?" Max asked with a good temper.

"No, I'm just... sorry, senpai. I didn't look at the way." Max noticed that Barbara's ears were reddening quietly, and her hair was too much and long, and she was messed up because of the fall. The face was covered.

"Look at you, why don't you tidy up the front hair?" Max ignored her resistance, went straight up and lifted her forehead, and with a wave of her wand, her hair seemed to have got one. Instructed, neatly returned to the place where they should go, "This looks pretty good, except for those two dark circles... stay up late?"

Barbara nodded silently and hesitated, maybe because Max's eyes and movements gave her an intimacy, she finally talked to Max about her thoughts.She said that she liked ancient magic texts, but other people would laugh at her as a nerd, and her roommates were the same, and deliberately put out the candle when she returned to the room, warning her not to create other light sources to affect their sleep.