Hermione has also been busy calculating something recently, coupled with the increasingly heavy schoolwork as Christmas approaches, Harry can only speak a few words with Hermione at night—

Not to mention Tierra who has been busier than Hermione from the very beginning. Except for Professor Tierra who came out to barely maintain the most basic appearance these days, the other Tierras—

Even the student Tierra has disappeared.

If it hadn't been learned from Hermione that there are forty or fifty Tierras doing all kinds of calculations and experiments in the secret rooms of various conditions in the Room of Requirement, Harry would have thought that all Tierras would be Abandoned Hogwarts and even abandoned the Ministry of Magic that he worked so hard to occupy.

Harry usually meets Hermione in the library, because Hermione needs the library to search for information, and uses Tierra's recently purchased one in the black magic classroom and the library to assist in complex calculations and magic. A three-dimensional alchemy machine.

Even in the face of the relaxed and fiery atmosphere before Christmas, Hermione was unwilling to relax a little bit. She didn't want to sit with a book next to the fire in the Gryffindor common room and read while holding a book like Christmas in previous years. Harry, Ron, and Tierra chatted first, and they didn't want to sit in the hall of the auditorium. They looked at various books on magic knowledge as if they were competing with Tierra, and at the same time criticized Harry and Ron for playing Solitaire, Hermione's reluctance to relax means they don't have any of these, Harry can only accommodate Hermione to meet in the library—

This meant that conversations between them could only be conducted in whispers.

Fortunately, Harry also has a book he likes to read now. Harry sat next to Hermione, took out the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potions Course" and read it, then noticed that Hermione's calculation was over, and briefly raised his head to relax The emptiness of his neck hastened to talk to Hermione.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered, "the Ministry of Magic is not very peaceful right now..."

"Hmm..." Hermione said perfunctorily, then put a hand around the back of her neck, supported herself vigorously, then frowned, as if she was a little old lady, she looked down With the calculation formula and process I just made, the look in my eyes seemed to see a hole in the paper in front of her.

Seeing Hermione's expression, Harry sighed helplessly.

Harry guessed that Hermione wasn't listening carefully at all. God knows how much he misses the old Hermione now. Harry even felt that Hermione's high-pitched, adult-like lecturing tone was much cuter than the current one. .

This made Harry feel a little alienated and lonely.

It seems that something in life is changing silently.

Seeing that Hermione seemed to be raising her head and closing her eyes to rest, Harry also had no choice but to lower his head, ready to continue reading the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potions Course".

"You have to be careful," Hermione said suddenly just when Harry thought Hermione would not answer him.

"How many times have I told you?" Harry didn't know why a small unexplained anger suddenly sprang up in his heart, and he said impatiently, "I can't return this book, I learned more from this book Much from Slughorn or Snape."

"I'm not talking about your so-called Half-Blood Prince...Of course, this Half-Blood Prince is the same thing, you should be careful with this book..." Hermione said, opening her eyes to make her feel ashamed. Glancing uncomfortably at the book, as if it had been rude to her, "I'm talking about everything. …"

"Like?" Harry asked.

"It's about learning what's in it first... I went into a girls' bathroom before I came here, and there were a dozen girls in there, including Romilda, trying to decide how to give you the love potion, and they all Hope they'll let you take them to Slughorn's party, they seem to have bought Fred and George's love potion, which I think might work—"

"Then why didn't you confiscate them?" Harry asked rhetorically, and Hermione was a prefect, and it seemed odd that Hermione, being a prefect, hadn't used her zeal for enforcing school rules in this matter.

"I don't think they had them in the bathroom," said Hermione contemptuously, "and they were just discussing strategy. Since I'm suspicious of the Half-Blood Prince..."

After finishing speaking, Hermione glanced at the book contemptuously, "I can't teach you how to make the antidote to the love potion right away, so if it were me, I would ask others to go with you, and it would kill all their lucky ideas , that is, tomorrow night, they will definitely be desperate..."

After speaking, Hermione suddenly let out a chuckle, and Harry felt as if he hadn't seen Hermione smile so happily for a long time, "The disappointed expressions on their faces must be wonderful... definitely better than my direct Confiscating their love potion makes them even more desperate!"

Harry looked at Hermione strangely, as if for a moment Hermione didn't even recognize him.

"But I don't want to invite anyone!" Harry muttered unhappily. "If I hadn't accidentally agreed to Horace Slughorn's party before, I wouldn't even want to go to his party..."

"Okay then... if you don't want to go it's perfectly fine...but just be careful with your drink, Romilda doesn't look like she's joking," said Hermione, smiling.

"Wait a minute." Harry said slowly, "I think Filch is strictly forbidden to take anything from Weasley's Wizarding Shop."

"Pfft - since when did anyone care about what Filch was forbidden to carry?" Hermione asked rhetorically, focusing her attention back on her calculations.

"But Filch..." Harry wanted to retort, but suddenly Hermione stopped smiling and put on a serious face_

Harry heard it too, someone approaching them from the dark bookshelf behind them.

They waited, and a moment later Mrs. Pince, who looked like a vulture, appeared around the corner, her cheekbones sunken, her skin like parchment, her long hooked nose underwhelmed by the lamp she held. set off.

"The library is closing. If you don't mind put back what you borrowed - oh my gosh! Merlin! What did you do to that book, you nasty boy!?" Pince Madame suddenly screamed.

"That's not a library book, it's mine!" Harry said angrily, grabbing his "Advanced Potions Course" from the table, as if Mrs. Pince stretched out a claw to it hands.

"You rascal!" she hissed.

"It's just a book that was written!" Harry said, pulling the book out of her hand.

She looked like she was about to have a seizure ~lightnovelpub.net~ Hermione had packed her things quickly and grabbed Harry by the hand to force him out of the library.

"If you're not careful she'll ban you from the library! Why do you have to bring that stupid book?" Hermione whispered after leaving the library a long way away.

"It's not my fault that she's barking like a mad dog, Hermione." Harry complained dissatisfiedly, and suddenly Harry froze, turning his head to look at Hermione—

Hermione was stared at by Harry.

"Um... Hermione, did you have a partner for Horace Slughorn's Yule Ball?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Ah? Oh...I, I promised someone else." Hermione said helplessly, and then patted her smooth forehead vigorously, "Oh, yes, Harry, why didn't I think of it!"

Then Hermione also stared at Harry with burning eyes: "Yes, Harry, so you are also a boy!"

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