Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

The time before bedtime is ultimately limited. By the time Qin Yu finished explaining the fifth question related to herbalism, it was time to go to bed.

Hermione had no choice but to leave the remaining questions for tomorrow.

"Goodnight, Qin." The little girl picked up her book and waved to Qin Yu.

"Goodnight, Hermione," Qin Yu said, casually tidying up a few strands of hair that were draped near her mouth.

Hermione shrugged, pouted, and exhaled a long breath through her nose.

The girl felt that time was passing quickly, as if the two of them hadn't spent much time together. Then, she felt that time was passing slowly, as it would be a whole night before she could see Qin again.

Although Qin once said that if the friendship between two good friends is long-lasting, then there is no need to care whether they are together every moment, day and night.

Qin said it was a line from an ancient Eastern poem, and he even taught her the original pronunciation. However, she could never pronounce it well and Qin even mocked her for having a lisp.

How can you blame her? It's just that Eastern languages ​​are so difficult, completely different from her native English. The most difficult part is that every word has a tone, and heaven knows why the same pronunciation can have such complex tonal changes.

Qin, kinship, affection, king...aren't they all the same?

Of course, she believed that given enough time, she would definitely learn the language well, provided that Qin, as her "teacher," would teach her patiently. So, the responsibility still lay with Qin!

"The poems of the two Qin states have been tried for a long time..." Hermione silently recited the difficult pronunciation of the poem in her mind, feeling that the verses were indeed quite beautiful and made a lot of sense.

However, she still felt that it would be nice to be together every moment.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts' dormitory rules separate boys and girls, so he can't sneak off to see Qin at night like he does at home and chat with him in bed all night, even though he might fall asleep in the middle of it...

Feeling Hermione's gaze, and with such clear and pure emotion conveyed in it, Qin Yu could easily understand what she was thinking.

"Alright, let's go back. Early to bed and early to rise is essential for healthy growth," Qin Yu said, rubbing her head.

Okay, growing up, that phrase again.

Hermione felt she really should grow up quickly, so she could do whatever she wanted.

"Well... goodnight, Qin." The little girl said goodnight again.

"Goodnight, my dear princess," Qin Yu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this title, Hermione couldn't help but smile, and her mood improved considerably.

And so, the two said goodnight to each other twice, lingered for a while, and finally returned to their respective dormitory areas right on time.

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Shortly after Qin Yu and Hermione said goodnight and parted ways, the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed to fall into a deep sleep and became quiet.

About 45 minutes later, a slender figure left the Slytherin rest area.

Upon seeing this figure, readers should immediately recognize him as our familiar face, Draco Malfoy, the young master of the Malfoy family mentioned earlier.

The boy was different from the one who went out at night the first time. He was less apprehensive and furtive, and his steps were much more relaxed.

He navigated the corridors with practiced ease, bypassing obstacles and avoiding the gaze of Argus Filch, the cat lover on night patrol, and quickly made his way out of the castle.

Of course, while he appeared calm, he also carried an undeniable anxiety, which could be seen from his occasional pauses to unconsciously scan his surroundings—as if he were searching for some goal, but without any success.

His thoughts at this moment were just as anxious and chaotic as he appeared.

Several days had passed since he encountered that mysterious pile of fallen leaves in the secluded corridor. During these days, Malfoy would go to "under the oak tree between the greenhouse and the vegetable garden" at midnight every night, as instructed by the "leaf message," to await his own magical encounter.

However, things did not go as he expected, and he did not see anyone that night.

There was one squirrel that seemed to have become familiar with him, so bold as to snatch the acorns from right in front of him—though it still seemed a little panicked.

Carefully hiding in the shadows, patiently waiting for Filch, who was on night patrol, to go far away, Malfoy once again gazed aimlessly at the brick and stone walls of the castle under the night sky.

"What am I doing in the middle of the night?"

A strange sense of unreality suddenly arose in his heart, as if he were dreaming, and he couldn't figure out why he was here in the middle of the night.

Yes, he was going to keep an appointment, an appointment that was probably destined to be empty-handed.

He quickly gave himself an answer.

But knowing that no one will come, why do I still go?

Perhaps it's because of... anger?

"Yes, I'm furious, I'm so angry! I want to see that person and confront him about why he tricked me! Even if he's ten or a hundred times stronger than me, I'll get to the bottom of this!"

However, considering the opponent's strength, he was actually a little intimidated. Faced with absolute power, he felt so weak.

"Perhaps I don't need to question them. They might genuinely have something on their mind. If they explain their reasons, I can understand..."

Moreover, he didn't show any malice that day; he even kindly tried to comfort me...

Of course, even if he never shows up again, I have nothing to resent, after all, he doesn't owe me anything..."

Thinking about this, Malfoy's mood inexplicably improved a lot.

Since we can't change the situation itself, let's change our mindset.

He felt like a philosopher at that moment—well, life had made him full of philosophical thoughts!

Before long, Filch's footsteps and the light of the lantern had faded into the distance, and Malfoy emerged from the shadows and continued walking out of the castle.

This time, he no longer looked around blankly; his steps became firm.

If Qin Yu knew Draco Malfoy's inner thoughts at this moment, he would probably be deeply moved by his "self-pranking."

Soon, Malfoy followed his familiar route, passing the greenhouse managed by Professor Sprout, stepping onto the flat meadow, and arriving once again under the tall oak tree.

The little squirrel had already gathered some acorns, and as soon as it saw Malfoy arrive, it grabbed the largest acorn and ran away quickly.

Upon seeing this, a smile appeared on Malfoy's pale, handsome face.

Little did anyone know, this was the first time he had smiled in several days, though probably no one saw it.

After composing himself, he sat down on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a large oak tree, quietly waiting for the person who might never appear.

The night was as still as water, and the moonlight filtered through the leaves, dim and cold, just like the boy's mood at that moment.