Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

“Alright, Hermione, you can rest now,” Mrs. Granger said to her daughter in the living room.

"Hehe, I'm going back to my room now, Mom!"

Hermione put down the rag in her hand, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then skipped back to her room.

Today was a big house cleaning, and she was in charge of wiping the furniture in the living room.

It took me ages to wipe down the tables, chairs, sofa, and cabinets. Now I can finally rest.

After sitting down at her desk, Hermione paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, when a smile unexpectedly appeared on her lips.

Then, she opened the drawer, found a notebook with a brown cover, took it out, and laid it open on the table.

Then, she found a pen and began writing in her diary on the blank page, something she hadn't done in a long time.

—The handwriting fell on the paper—

August 26, Sunday, sunny.

It's been a long time since I wrote in my diary. I remember the last time I wrote in my diary was...

Okay, I must have been influenced by Qin. He talks like that all the time, and now I'm unconsciously adopting his style when I write this diary entry.

But isn't that interesting?

Yes, every day I spend with him is meaningful.

I still can't imagine if one day we were separated for another year like before (even if he came back for a few days in the middle), could I bear the days without him by my side?

Like those two days at the end of July, he wasn't home, and I was waiting for him to come back. Especially after my parents went to work, I felt like the whole house was empty.

At that time, I really wanted to know where he was and what he was doing. However, I could only wait foolishly at home, and even talk to Crookshan like an idiot, sulking.

Looking back now, poor Crookshank must have been driven crazy by me, his mother.

There's nothing we can do about it; his father isn't home.

(Hermione smiled as she wrote this, picked up a quill pen from the table, and teased Crookshanks, who was dozing on the table, with the feather end. Upon noticing the feather, the little yellow cat immediately perked up and reached out a paw to pounce on it. After playing like this for a while, the girl continued writing.)

Qin once said that in the future, when the technology of the ordinary human world has developed to a certain level, people will be able to conduct video communication through a device similar to a telephone.

Imagine it this way, it's a kind of amazing technological magic.

Qin also said that the Weasley twins were researching something similar. If that magical device were connected to the Floo Network, then no matter how far away he was from me, we would be able to see each other clearly.

But... why do we have to be so far apart? I wish we could always be together, every day, or at least not be apart for more than a few hours.

For example, he's not home right now; he's gone with his dad to the hardware store in the next block to buy some tools and materials to repair the fence outside the house—I know he'll be back soon.

(Here, Hermione paused again, looked up at the crooked wooden fence outside, and then continued writing.)

Oh, I forgot to mention, there was a really, really big storm in London last night.

It was pouring rain at the time, with thunder and lightning, and the attic where Qin was staying was leaking.

So I suggested that he could squeeze into my room.

After careful consideration, Mom and Dad agreed to the proposal.

After all, I used to occasionally stay overnight in Qin's room, so it wasn't too strange for him to go to my room.

However, he seemed very nervous and insisted on putting a pillow between us to separate us, saying that he would never sleep beyond that pillow.

Qin was right; he did not go beyond that pillow.

However, he did not require me not to exceed it.

So I went over to it.

Last night's storm was so terrifying, how could I possibly sleep if I didn't stay close to him?

(Hermione touched her cheek as she wrote this, feeling a little hot. She went to the living room to get a glass of water, took a few sips, thought for a moment, and then continued writing.)

In short, just like my mother said, I don't need to deliberately keep my distance from Qin, nor do I need to be nervous. As long as I don't do that thing, it's something I can only do when I'm older.

My mother also said that I was probably only close to Qin because I was used to his presence.

However, I don't think so. I feel that Qin's appearance was not just about keeping me company, but about showing me a new world and helping me find another version of myself.

Moreover, I want to see more of the world with him and hear more of his stories.

I wonder if he thinks the same way?

—If he doesn't think that way, I'll cry!

Qin is most afraid of seeing me cry. If I cry, he will agree to anything.

(Hermione paused again, stared blankly for a moment, then shook her head.)

No, I can't use crying to blackmail him; that's not right.

But what can I do?

(The pen nib lingered on the notebook for a while, the ink spreading across the white paper.)

Harry Potter? Elvis?

(Hermione frantically crossed out those two names and continued writing.)

Elvis's letters arrive on average once a week, all asking questions about magic, especially potions, with not much else.

As for Harry Potter, he seems to have just learned how to deliver messages with an owl. His owl, Hedwig, almost crashed into the ceiling of his living room, which was quite clumsy.

However, Trigg seemed to really like the owl, which was also entirely white like him, and it often flew around her.

In short, the Harry Potter guy's writing was very unfocused, constantly complaining that the holiday wasn't over yet, and writing things like "looking forward to seeing you soon" in every letter.

If I ever meet him, I'll definitely take a good look at what kind of person he really is...

Okay, let's not think about that anymore, let's write about something else.

(Hermione glanced at the calendar on the wall; September 1st was circled in red.)

There's less than a week until school starts.

Thinking about going to that magic school soon, I was actually a little nervous... but I didn't tell Qin about it.

I'm worried that, like at my previous school, nobody will like me there.

However, at least Qin is there. Even if no one else pays attention to me, it's enough that he's there.

Well, if I told Qin this, he would definitely say I'm useless, because in his eyes, I can overcome any difficulty.

He always said he believed I would become the best wizard in the world.

I don't know where he gets such confidence from.

However, looking into his eyes, I felt as if I could truly gain a great deal of strength.

So, if difficulties arise in the future, I'll think of his eyes, and maybe that will instantly fill me with strength.

(“Hermione, come out and do me a favor!” Mrs. Granger’s voice rang out. “Yes, Mother, just a minute!” Hermione replied.)

I'll stop writing here; my mom is calling me.

Moreover, Qin should be back soon, and I'll go see if I can be of any help.

By the time I write in my diary next time, I should already be at Hogwarts.

So, I hope that the next time I write in my diary, I'll be by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common area, and Qin will be there too.

——Dimensional wall——

This is a different perspective on writing, and an explanation of some things.

Yes, summer vacation is almost over.

感谢张累大大的1个完结66、10封情书、6杯奶茶和6个赞，刚发现有这么大一波礼物，多谢多谢！

Thank you to every reader who sent a gift. Due to space limitations, I can't thank everyone individually. Your support is my motivation!

Um, the next chapter will probably be posted tomorrow morning. I'm really stuck for a bit, let me sort it out.