Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

"I..." He pulled out his fingers in panic, "I...I can't do this, Hermione, I'm sorry..."

Hermione stared at Crow blankly for a long time, then her lips moved: "You regret it... don't you?"

Crow opened his mouth and clenched his teeth again. His forehead was covered with sweat and his body was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

There was silence in the room for a long time, and they still maintained their embrace. Crow's hands clenched the hem of his clothes tightly, and his heart was aching, one after another, like a knife.

"I'm sorry..." Crow said hoarsely, "I really don't want to do this..."

Hermione looked at Crow quietly for a while, then suddenly turned around, her back straight, her eyes filled with anger and grievance. Without saying a word, she threw off the quilt and ran out of bed barefoot.

The door was slammed, Crow's body shook, and he fell on the bed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Crow!"

Malfoy's voice came from next door.

Crow rolled over and faced the wall.

"Hermione, what's wrong with Crow?" Malfoy knocked on the door and asked.

"I don't know, he's sick," Hermione said coldly.

"Crow? What's wrong with you?" Malfoy called worriedly, "Should I go in and see him?"

"No," Hermione interrupted, "please leave, thank you for helping me take care of Crow.

"Okay, since you insist, I'll leave first," Malfoy hesitated, but finally did not insist on entering the bedroom to investigate the situation. He told Hermione a few words and left.

Peace returned to the bedroom. Crow got out of bed. He looked blankly at the empty room. He didn't know what he should do next.

"Crow? Crow? Are you still there?" Hermione's cautious voice reached her ears.

"I'm here," Crow replied, getting up. "Why don't you continue to rest?"

"No," Hermione shook her head, "I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back to the dormitory to take a rest."

"Oh, you really should go back and have a good rest. Shall I take you back to the dormitory?" Crow said hurriedly.

"No," Hermione refused with a smile, "I will go back to the dormitory myself." She glanced out the window and saw that the night was getting darker. "

"Good night, Hermione."

Crow watched Hermione leave, what Hermione had said over and over again in his mind. He knew he shouldn't reject her, but his reason told him, no... Hermione would die, she would die!

"What should I do...Hermione?" Crow covered his head in pain.

"Are you thinking about her?" A male voice sounded with sarcasm.

Crow stood up warily. He turned around and saw a strange wizard sitting behind the long Slytherin table. He had long hair, soft facial contours, and eyes as bright as gems. His left elbow rested on the back of the chair, and he held a tea cup in his right hand. A strand of golden hair fell on his shoulders. 290 His body was leaning on the bench, looking lazy and casual, and it seemed that he could not arouse Crow's attention at all. focus on.

"Who are you?" Crow asked.

"You don't need to know who I am," Snape took a slow sip of tea and said, "What you need now is to think about how to save her."

"Save her?" Crow looked at Snape confused.

"Didn't I make it obvious enough? You must marry her, otherwise she will die sooner or later. Even if you don't kill Blaise Weasley, he will expose your adultery sooner or later." Snape said.

"Our affair? What nonsense are you talking about!" Crow retorted, "Stop slandering Crow!".