Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 349 Love

Hermione?

When the beauty spoke, her voice was hoarse from just waking up, so soft it melted one's bones.

"...You're not asleep?!"

Hermione is not a man; in fact, she is an extremely meticulous woman.

"How was it discovered?"

Seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, Thea simply dropped her sleepy look.

"In your eyes..."

Hermione even gestured, "It's full of blood, how could it look like she just woke up!"

"is it?"

Thea suddenly realized, then glared angrily at the room, muttering, "It's all because there's no mirror in the room..."

Hermione's lips twitched slightly, clearly speechless at Thea's focus.

"Oh right...you just...know..."

Hermione struggled to find the words, but when she saw Thea's eyes, she suddenly couldn't continue.

What could she possibly ask?

Hermione couldn't bring herself to ask, but Thea could.

Before Hermione knew it, she was pulled into the small house. Before she could react, Thea bombarded her with a question.

"What exactly is this so-called 'love' that you believe in?"

Seeing Hermione frowning and looking troubled, Thea continued:

"I asked Dumbledore, but he looked at me like I was a clueless child, and in the end he just mumbled something incoherent:"

Thea, I'm so glad now, because when you asked that question, you touched on it.

Hearing Thea vividly interpret Dumbledore's quotes, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, and even felt a pang of heartache in her eyes.

What grade were you in when you asked this question?

Hermione asked very carefully, as if she were protecting a fragile dream.

"Around the Easter break in second grade?"

Thea didn't understand why Hermione asked that, but she still tried to think it through carefully.

Upon hearing the answer, Hermione's joy became even more genuine.

That's wonderful. My friend, you've touched the most beautiful thing in the world so early on.

But Hermione's joy was not something Thea could truly empathize with.

Seeing that the other person was still waiting for her answer, Hermione could only rack her brains to give a brief overview:

"Love...it is the greatest magic, capable of making cowards brave and clumsy people quick-witted..."

Seeing Thea's increasingly strange gaze, Hermione remained calm, glanced at the doorway, and said again:

"In my opinion, love is like coffee at eight in the morning, and the fearlessness of fighting side by side."

"But I've also heard another version of the story."

Hermione's tone softened:

Love is the hand that wants to touch but then pulls back.

Thea's eyes widened in shock, and Hermione took Thea's hand in return.

After a long silence, Hermione slowly leaned closer to Thea, her voice incredibly low: "Thea, time waits for no one..."

Like an electric current flowing from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, Thea suddenly snapped out of her daze and became fully awake.

Unfortunately, Hermione didn't see the clarity in the other person's eyes.

The door slowly closed, leaving Thea alone in the room once again.

She stared blankly at her hands, which seemed to still retain Hermione's warmth.

God knows that when she heard the line "love is the hand that reaches out but then pulls back," the first image that popped into her mind was Theodore on the day their engagement party was ruined.

So much time had passed before she realized it.

Theodore... should "love" her.

But... "time waits for no one."

time………

There's no time left.

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Hermione returned to her room, feeling smug.

She's starting to love herself for being so loyal!

God knows what a reliable companion I am:

Not only was she tricked into becoming a thief for a night by her bad friend, but she even went so far as to give her bad friend and his white moonlight a good helping hand!

God!

I'm so awesome!!!

Hermione mentally gave herself a thumbs up, and when she turned around, Ron, grinning foolishly, appeared in front of her.

"Um... I... um..."

When Ron met Hermione's gaze, his face turned bright red with nervousness, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"I...I'll go buy you coffee!"

"Fool!"

Hermione laughed and scolded.

"Where can I find coffee in this humble abode?!"

"Then...then I'll go heat up some milk for you!"

Ron's mind was working quickly at this moment.

In the end, Hermione didn't get to drink Ron's hot milk because she dragged him out to watch the sunrise.

After a few lighthearted banter, Ron frowned and voiced his doubts.

"Thea... what she said last night..."

"Everything was fine during the meeting. For a moment, I thought we were back in second grade, working together to catch the snake monster..."

"The way she commanded things up there... I thought I had long forgotten..."

"Who isn't?"

Hermione's tone gradually shifted from感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion) to 舒舒 (shūshū

Do you know?

“I thought the way Harry was giving orders looked familiar until last night, when I realized that he and Thea are so alike.”

"Do you remember how he suppressed that group of people yesterday so they dared not voice their opposition?"

“Of course I remember,” Ron replied. “Indeed, besides the sun, the human heart is equally unbearable to look at…”

"So I still agree with the saying: judge by actions, not intentions..."

Their voices gradually lowered.

Finally, all that was heard was Ron asking one question:

"Do you think Thea... is trustworthy?"

The wind rustled.

"I have no idea……"

"But if she's not believable... Harry would be very, very sad—"