DNF Meets Harry Potter

Chapter 512 Naiyali, please act as a bystander...

"Is it Nayari?" Harry frowned, he looked puzzled, "But why would she do that!"

"How would I know that!" Karl replied angrily, "Maybe you will know why someday when you become a girl!"

"That day may never come..." Harry gave him a sympathetic look, and then continued to read the magic book.

"Should I tell Hermione..." Harry flipped through the magic book, his eyes a little dazed, thinking about how to make Hermione more acceptable.

She has always been proud, she must not be the first to speak about things like going to the prom!

Hermione, who was sitting at another table, peeked at Carl's side and glanced again and again. She hesitated to stand up and walk over several times, and her robe was crumpled by her.

She encountered the same problem as Harry, and was hesitating and wondering whether she should muster up the courage to take this step.

The sky dimmed unknowingly, Hermione wrapped her robe tightly and went out towards the auditorium.

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

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

——Several dejected little witches walked by her side by side. They were discussing with their mouths puckered and sighed uncontrollably.

Carl rejects several more girls... so, who is he waiting for?

Thinking of this, Hermione felt a little better. She walked to the Gryffindor table to find a seat, but her eyes looked the other way from time to time.

Harry glanced at her quietly, wanting to remind her but didn't know how to say it. And Ron has long noticed that something is wrong with Hermione, which started after Professor McGonagall announced the ball.

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

"It's nothing, it's just that today's Transfiguration class paper is a bit difficult, I haven't figured out how to finish it..." Hermione shook her head, and prevaricated him with a random reason.

After listening, Ron shrugged and didn't ask any more questions. Such a lie is too pale, he has already completed the homework of the Transformation class this time. difficulty? nonexistent……

He wasn't stupid, but since Hermione didn't want to talk about it, there was nothing he could do.

"Hermione, come here!" Harry really couldn't stand it now, he was afraid that if Hermione continued like this and didn't find a dance partner, he would be so sad when he found Niari standing next to Carl.

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

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

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

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

"Okay then..." Harry's face flashed a look of unbearable, but he still told what he saw this afternoon.

"I...I see..." After listening, Hermione's face turned pale, but she still managed to force a smile to Harry.

"Are you all right, Hermione?" Harry looked at her worriedly, suddenly feeling a little regretful, he should have been more tactful.

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

Harry looked at her worriedly and wanted to catch up, but Hermione's footsteps became faster and faster, leaving him behind in a blink of an eye, and Harry had no choice but to turn around on the spot and look for Carl to see if he could persuade her. advise her.

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

Nayari! Nayari!

She kept chanting this name in her mouth, and gradually drifted away, and time always passed quickly in this state of no god.

"If you put it before, you can't keep chanting my name like this... Otherwise... your sanity value can't stand such a toss.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this, the times have changed... But I don’t regret it, but I’m glad that there is such a day..."

Some mysterious voices in the ethereal sounded behind her, and Hermione's whole body trembled, and she suddenly came back to her senses. She turned around, and Naiyali still had a calm smile on her face.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be sad for what I'm destined not to get..." Naiyali stretched out a finger and tapped on the wall next to her, and a door carved with hollow patterns was carved in an instant. on it.

She turned the doorknob lightly, and a faint purple light seeped out of it, revealing the true face inside.

Hermione looked around, and it seemed to be a simple tea room inside. The space was not too big, and the decoration was a little rough. There was only a table and two chairs, and white mist was coming from the spout of the teapot on the table. drift out.

"Aren't you going to come in? I've wanted to talk to you for a long time..." Naiyali walked in while talking, "Today, I'll tell you the truth! You will understand when the time comes!"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but curiosity finally got the upper hand, she pursed her lips and followed slowly.

"After all, my power of deviation is not as good as Karl's power of dimension..." Nayali waved her hand, and the two simple chairs were pulled out from under the table.

"But it's enough just to talk about it... Let's have a sip of tea first, so you can accept it later..."

Xian Xianyu lifted the teapot in her hand, and two small teacups appeared in her palm with the flip of her wrist.

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

Hermione slightly lowered her head to look into the cup, wisps of white mist rose from the mouth of the cup, and the light red liquid gave off bursts of fragrance.

Black tea, Naiyali's specialty, because of Karl, she often tasted it before.

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

"You like him, I know..." Nayali's violet eyes seemed to see through everything, "Next, please take a good look at our past, as a bystander...

Then you will understand why I said that before..."

Soft words sounded in Hermione's ears, and she felt her eyelids getting heavier...

"This is where I met him, Innsmouth..."