Hufflepuff never works overtime

Dumbledore thought of those menacing Ministry of Magic visitors who were waiting in his office, and the fine lines at the corners of the old man's eyes deepened a little.

Mr. Principal's tone is gentle, but the words can't help but make people feel convincing, "I understand that you must have a lot to say, but now is not a good time, and there is no good audience, so let's rest early tonight."

Harry, who had just struggled to sit up, was stuffed back into the quilt by an invisible force, and even the curtains on the lighted windows were half closed, so that the two boys would not be disturbed by the light.

Dumbledore didn't stay long after giving his orders, and soon left with Snape.

Madam Pomfrey, who had been busy all night, looked with satisfaction at the four little heads with different hair colors on the four beds. Without exception, all four of them closed their eyes obediently. There was only the sound of reassuring breathing in the infirmary. .

She exited the infirmary lightly, and did not forget to lock the door at the end—to prevent uninvited guests from disturbing the rest of these children, and to ensure that these little guys with excess energy would not escape with their sick bodies.

Thinking of this, Madam Pomfrey shook her head helplessly.

Hearing the sound of heels hitting the floor gradually faded away, in the darkness, three pairs of eyes opened at the same time.

At first it was Ron who turned around dawdly, and whispered in a subdued voice, "Harry?"

Mr. Savior, who was staring at the dark ceiling in a daze, also turned to face him, "What's wrong, Ron?"

"You still ask me what's wrong!" Ron's uncontrollable eagerness could be heard even in his voice, "Didn't you go after Banban with Sirius, uh... Pettigrew, what about the two of them?"

Mr. Savior, who was worried and had nowhere to confide, couldn't help it anymore. He carefully sat up and glanced at the opposite side who didn't know what was going on, but he was still not sure whether Hermione was awake.

Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to give up and look back. The boy moved his body and put one arm on the bedside table between the two beds, and lowered his voice and began to describe his experiences tonight to his friend.

Faith didn't care how the two people on the opposite side were arguing. After confirming that Madam Pomfrey had left, she immediately lifted her quilt and got out of bed.

The soles of her feet stepped on the icy ground, and the penetrating chill made Faise tremble uncontrollably. Fortunately, after walking a few steps, her thighs bumped into a soft bed.

Without thinking about it, she reached out and lifted the quilt, and quickly got into the soft quilt.

Both hands tentatively touched forward, and after her fingertips touched the moist and jade-like skin as she wished, her stiff back relaxed, her chaotic heartbeat slowly regained its rhythm, and her heavy eyelids also A little drooped down.

Faise retracted her hands to her chest, and she didn't choose to move her body forward. She just curled up on the edge of the hospital bed, her back was not fully covered by the quilt, and she might fall off if she turned over at night.

Fortunately, the deja vu experience in the last school year has trained her to sleep well. The girl yawned silently, rubbing her head subconsciously against the underside of the pillow.

At this moment, a pair of warm hands naturally encircled her waist, and pulled herself into the area that the other party had already covered with body heat. Hermione fell into a drowsy sleep with a little bit of grievance. A voice came from overhead, "Where have you been?"

Faise subconsciously wanted to break free, but when her palm touched the rough bandage on the opponent's waist, she stopped in time. The whole figure was like a cat whose claws had been pulled out, curled up in the opponent's arms motionless.

Hermione waited for a long time but did not hear the other party speak. Her head cleared up a little. She rested her chin on the hair on the top of Faise's head and patiently repeated the question.

The anger in her heart was defeated in an instant, and the reassuring atmosphere around her revealed her fragility that had been suppressed for a long time.

Faith breathed a long sigh of relief, she slowly raised her head, letting the other party's breath hit her face, staring at Hermione's blurred outline in the dark, the girl replied softly.

"Tried an adventure with only me..."

Hermione's breathing paused obviously, and she hesitated for a long time before asking, "How do you feel?"

"It's terrible..." Faise couldn't help complaining in a low voice, then hid her head next to the other party's neck, and murmured like a little ostrich, "You didn't even stay by my side."

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