DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Is it Naiyari?" Harry frowned, he looked puzzled, "but why did she do that!"

　　 "How do I know this!" Carl replied irritably, "You may know why when you become a girl!"

　　 "That day may never come..." Harry glanced at him sympathetically, then continued to read the magic book.

　　 "Should I tell Hermione..." Harry flipped through the magic book, his eyes trembled, and he thought about how to make Hermione more acceptable.

　　 She has always been proud, she must not be the first to speak of things like participating in a prom!

　　 Hermione, who was sitting at another table, peeked at Carl and glanced at him. She hesitated several times to get up and walk over, her robe was crumpled.

　　 She encountered the same problem as Harry, and she was hesitant to think about whether she should muster the courage to take this step.

　　 The sky dimmed unconsciously, and Hermione wrapped her robe tightly and went out toward the auditorium.

　　 As Christmas approaches, the weather is gradually getting colder. The bitter cold wind blew by, and the little witch couldn't help wrapping her robe tightly and her pace suddenly accelerated.

　　 When the warm and soft candlelight shined on her again, her mood got worse for no reason.

　　——A few dejected little witches walked by her in a group, they talked with their mouths closed, and couldn't stop sighing.

　　 Carl rejected several more girls... So, who is he waiting for?

　　 Thinking of this, Hermione feels better. She walked over to the long Gryffindor table to find a seat, but occasionally looked to the other side.

　　 Harry glanced at her quietly, trying to remind her but didn't know how to speak. Ron had already noticed something wrong with Hermione, and this situation began after Professor McGonagall announced the news of the prom.

　　 After he swallowed the steak in his mouth, he asked curiously: "Hermione, what are you thinking? Why do you seem absent-minded? It has been for several days..."

　　 "It's nothing, it's just that today's deformation course paper is a bit difficult, I haven't figured out how to complete it..." Hermione shook her head, and said casually with a reason.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 After listening, Ron shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. Such a lie is too pale, and he has already completed the transformation class homework this time. difficult? nonexistent……

　　 He is not a fool, but since Hermione doesn't want to say he can't help it.

　　 "Hermione, come here!" Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He was afraid that if Hermione kept going on like this, he wouldn't go looking for a dancing partner until he found out how sad Nayari would be standing next to Carl.

　　 "What's the matter, Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione turned her head in a daze.

　　 Harry didn't answer, he just pointed to the empty hallway above and slammed her, then put down the knife and fork in his hand.

　　 "Do you want to go to the prom with Carl?" Harry took a deep breath and said word by word.

　　 "How is it possible!" A flash of panic flashed across Hermione's face, and then quickly retorted, "Don't think so much!"

　　 "Okay..." A hint of intolerance flashed across Harry's face, but he still said everything he saw this afternoon.

　　 "I...I understand..." Hermione's face was a little pale after listening, but she tried to squeeze a smile at Harry.

　　 "Are you okay, Hermione?" Harry looked at her worriedly, suddenly feeling regretful, he should be more tactful.

　　 "I'm fine! You go back to dinner first, I'll go back first after I have eaten it!" Hermione shook her head slightly, turned and disappeared into another corridor.

Harry looked at her worriedly and wanted to catch up, but Hermione's pace was getting faster and faster, and he was left behind in a blink of an eye. Harry had no choice but to turn around and look for Karl to see if he could persuade her. Advise her.

　　Hermione didn't return to the girls' dormitory, but wandered in the castle alone with a book in her arms.

　　 Naiyari! Naiyari!

　　 She kept chanting the name in her mouth, drifting away, and time always flies quickly in this state of apathy.

　　 "If you put it before, you can't keep chanting my name like this...or else... your sanity won't be able to withstand such a toss.

　　 Forget it, let’s not talk about it, the times have changed...but I don’t regret it, on the contrary, I am glad that there is such a day...

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Some mysterious voices in the ethereal sounded behind her, Hermione shook her whole body, and suddenly recovered. She turned around, Naiyali still had a leisurely smile on her face.

　　 "If I were you, I wouldn't be sad for what I was destined to not get..." Naiyali stretched out a finger and tapped it on the wall next to her. UU reading www.uukanshu. com an exquisitely carved door with a hollow pattern is instantly imprinted on it.

　　 She gently turned the doorknob, and a faint purple light oozes from it, revealing the true content inside.

Hermione looked around. It seemed like a simple tea room inside. The space was not too big, and the decoration was a bit crude. There was only a table and two chairs. The white mist was flowing from the teapot spout on the table. Floating out.

　　 "Don't come in? I wanted to talk to you a long time ago..." Naiyali said and walked in, "Today, I will tell you the truth! You will understand in time!"

　　 Hermione hesitated, after all, curiosity had the upper hand, she pursed her lips and slowly followed.

　　 "My deviating power is not as good as Carl's dimensional power in building space after all..." Naiyali waved her hand, and the two simple chairs pulled out from under the table.

　　 "But it's enough to talk about it... Take a bit of tea first, so you can accept it later..."

　　 Slender Jade held the teapot in her hand, and two small teacups appeared in her palm between the flip of her wrist.

　　 "Please!" Nai Yali made a please gesture, and then took a sip of her own teacup.

　　Hermione lowered her head slightly and looked into the cup, wisps of white mist rose from the mouth of the cup, and the light red liquid emitted bursts of fragrance.

　　 Black tea, Naiyali's special skill, because of Carl, she often tasted it before.

　　 Hermione raised the teacup, her eyes were a little dazed, the warm black tea swirled in her mouth, and her thoughts became extremely clear after swallowing it.

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