HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 190 Nine Stories

"Okay, don't read these materials about the Order of the Phoenix, aren't you going to Godric's Hollow tomorrow?"

Ann, who came out of the bathroom, pulled Hermione away from the desk and came to the bed.

Hermione raised her hand and glanced at her watch, "But it's too early to go to bed now? Besides, we'll be going at night tomorrow."

"I didn't ask you to sleep now." An said as a matter of course, "I also know that you are going at night, but I can't accompany you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I found out that after all, the Death Eaters there are also focused on monitoring, and I will definitely deal with these news tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"So, um, what are we doing?" Hermione asked, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

"One thing I want to do but haven't found a chance to do it." An replied casually, looking around the bedroom.

"Did I put my backpack in the living room?" Ann murmured, then turned to Hermione and said, "I'm going to get something, Hermione, you go to bed first."

After speaking, Ann turned and walked towards the bedroom door.

"install?"

"I'll be right back, don't peek at the files anymore!"

An said without looking back, open the door, close the door.

Hermione watched the bedroom door slam shut, looked at the bed and then at the papers on the desk.

With red ears, Hermione threw off the blanket and lay on the bed. Lying upright, she stared at the crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling.

Is it too bright?

Hermione stood up slightly on her arms, reached for the wand on the bedside table, and stopped when she was about to turn off the crystal chandelier.

Holding the wand, Hermione lay down on the bed with her head on the pillow, and her face began to flush a little.

Is this going a little too far?

But, it is indeed a bit bright, and you can see everything in the room clearly.

The wand was raised, then lowered, and finally Hermione extinguished the crystal chandelier.

In the bedroom, it was suddenly much darker, only two small warm yellow lamps by the bed were on.

Hermione gripped her wand tightly, her palms were a little sweaty, and her face was even redder.

Is it a bit hot?

click.

The door was opened, and Ann walked in with a backpack.

"Wow, the atmosphere is quite good." Ann said, hanging the backpack on the coat rack by the door, and walked towards the bed.

Hermione quickly put the wand back on the bedside table and got under the blanket.

When Ann walked to the bed, she saw that Hermione only showed a pair of eyes outside the blanket, and her hands were still holding the edge of the blanket tightly.

Feeling strange, An asked, "Hermione, are you cold? But it's only the beginning of September—"

"I—" Before Hermione finished speaking, Ann rubbed off her slippers and climbed onto the bed.

Hermione moved to the other side of the bed.

"It's okay, just cover yourself with a blanket when you're cold." Ann said, "Anyway, I'm not cold after taking a shower."

After Ann climbed onto the bed, she took the pillow and patted it, stood upright at the head of the bed, and then leaned against the pillow.

"Uh, Ann, what are you going to do?" Hermione asked, as the blush quickly faded from her face.

Turning sideways and lifting the book on the bedside table, An Xian said like a treasure, "Reciprocity, last time you told me "The Tales of Beedou the Poet", this time it's my turn to tell you a bedtime story."

"..." Hermione blushed again.

Ann opened the book she was holding, not noticing Hermione.

"This is one of my favorite stories when I was a child, "The Little Prince", but I have never read the original version, oh, that is, the French version. At that time, I couldn't understand it. But now that I can speak French And you can understand French, which is the best. I have been thinking about this since you read "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" to me last time. I happened to pass by a bookshop in London today and saw The French version in the window, I bought it immediately. Thinking of reading you a bedtime story tonight!"

"Wow, I didn't expect so many illustrations in the original book. The one I read before was almost all text. But even if it was all text, I was still young at that time, and I liked to think about things. Now it seems that I think and The illustrations here are similar." An said with interest as he flipped through the book.

"Are you still cold?" An asked Hermione who was holding her waist.

"No, much better," said Hermione.

"Why don't you lean on me, it'll be much more comfortable, come on." Ann stretched out her hand and stretched the vertical pillow horizontally, the pillow supported her back, wrapped her hand around the back of Hermione's neck, and wrapped her arms around Hermione's shoulder , letting the other party lean on his shoulder.

"Have you read this story before, Hermione?" Ann asked, holding the storybook up in one hand so that both herself and Hermione could see it.

"I've read it." Hermione stretched out her hand to cover Ann's body with a blanket, and then wrapped it around Ann's waist, "However, I read the English version, and it's from my childhood."

"Hee hee, then let me read you the French version!" Ann said happily, "I'm starting!"

"Well, good." Hermione agreed equally happily.

""little Prince"

When I was only six years old, in a book called "True Stories" about the old forest, I saw a wonderful illustration of a boa constrictor devouring a large beast."The boa constrictors swallowed their prey whole without chewing, and then they could not move; they digested it during a long six-month sleep," the book said. I thought a lot about adventures in the jungle, so I also made my first drawings with colored pencils.My first work—"

When Ann reads French, she always involuntarily lowers her voice in certain roots and affixes. It sounds glutinous, but it is very stylish, and you can’t say it’s wrong. It’s a bit strange when you hear it for the first time, but after listening more Hermione fell in love with the way it was pronounced.

"—The next planet the little prince visited lived a drunkard. The visit was very short, but it made the little prince very sad.

"What are you doing?" the little prince asked the drunkard, who sat there silently, before a pile of wine bottles, some full and some empty.

"I drink," he replied sullenly.

"Why do you drink?" asked the little prince.

"To forget," replied the drunkard.

The little prince is already a little pitiful to the alcoholic.He asked, "Forget what?"

The drunkard lowered his head and confessed, "To forget my shame."

"What are you ashamed of?" The little prince wanted to help him.

"I'm ashamed that I drink," said the alcoholic, and stopped talking.

The little prince left in bewilderment.During the journey, he said to himself: "These grown-ups are really strange."—"

"—"You guys grow five thousand roses in the same garden. "The little prince said: "However, they couldn't find what they were looking for..."

"They can't find it," I replied.

"However, what they were looking for could be found in a single rose or a little water..."

"Exactly," I replied.

The little prince added: "The eyes can't see anything. You should look for it with your heart."—"

"The eyes can't see anything, you should look for it with your heart." An repeated this sentence again.

"--"Hello. replied the little prince very politely. He turned around, but saw nothing.

"Here I am, under the apple tree," said the voice.

"Who are you?" said the little prince, "you are beautiful."

"I am a fox," said the fox.

"Come and play with me," suggested the little prince, "I am very distressed..."

"I cannot play with you," said the Fox, "I am not yet tamed."

"Ah! I'm so sorry," said the little prince.

After thinking for a while, he said again: "What do you mean by 'tame'?"

"You are not from here," said the fox. "What are you looking for?"

"I'm here to find someone," said the little prince. "What do you mean by 'tame'?"

"Men," said the Fox, "they have guns, and they hunt, and that's a nuisance! Their only saving grace is that they keep chickens, too. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince, "I'm looking for friends. What do you mean by 'tame'?"

"It's a long-forgotten thing," Fox said. "It means 'connection.'"

"build connection?"

"Exactly," said the fox. "To me, you're just a little boy, like a million other little boys. I don't need you. You don't need me either. To you, I'm just a fox, and the others Thousands of foxes are the same. But if you tame me, we will be indispensable to each other. To me, you are the only one in the world; to you, I am the only one in the world.”

"I understand a little bit," said the little prince. "There is a flower, I think, that has tamed me..."

"It is possible," said the fox, "everything in the world can be seen..."

.......

Then said the fox, "My life is very monotonous. I catch chickens, and the man catches me. All chickens are alike, and all men are alike. So I am a little bored. But if you tame me , my life will be cheerful. I will recognize a footstep that is different from others. Other footsteps will make me hide in the ground, and your footsteps will make me like music from the cave. And then, look! Do you see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread, and the wheat is of no use to me. I don't care about the wheat fields. And this is really disappointing. But you With golden hair. Well, it will be wonderful once you tame me. The wheat, golden, will remind me of you. And, I'll even like the sound of the wind blowing the wheat..."

The fox was silent and looked at the little prince for a long time.

"Please tame me!" he said.

"I would like to," replied the little prince, "but I don't have much time. I still have friends to look for, and there are many things to learn."

"Things can only be understood when they are tamed," said the fox. "People don't have time to understand anything. They always go to the merchant to buy what is ready. For there is no friend in the world." shop, so man has no friends. If you want a friend, tame me!"

"Then what should be done?" said the little prince.

"Be very patient," replied the fox. "At first you just sit in the grass, a little far away from me. I look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you don't say anything. Words are the source of misunderstanding. But every day , you sit closer to me..."

The next day, the little prince came again.

"It's better to come at the same time," said the fox. "For example, if you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then from three o'clock onwards I will begin to feel happy. The closer the time comes, the happier I will be. At four o'clock, I'd be fidgeting; I'd have found the price of happiness. But if you come anytime, I don't know when to get my mood ready . . . There should be a certain ceremony."

"What is the ceremony?" the little prince asked.

"It's a long-forgotten thing, too," said the fox. "It's what makes one day different from other days, and one hour from other hours. My hunters, for example, had a ritual. They Dance with the village girls every Thursday. So Thursday is a good day! I can walk as far as the vineyards. If the hunters danced all the time, and every day was the same, I wouldn't have a holiday. "

In this way, the little prince tamed the fox.

......"

After the story was finished, An closed the book with one hand and placed it on the bedside table.

"There is no one of my favorite stories." An Lan said in a low voice holding Hermione, "the French version has more surprises, as if this story should be written in French by nature. Throughout the story, I My favorite is actually not the little prince, but the little fox."

"Does that have anything to do with your Patronus being a fox?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"I don't know..." Ann said, "wizards can't decide or choose their Patronus, but I think there are probably some. But the first time I used the Patronus Charm, I saw the little fox I am also confused!"

"Why?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Look!" Ann took her wand and muttered in a low voice, "Call God to protect—"

A small silver fox about the size of a palm jumped out from the tip of the wand. It rolled in the air and rubbed its nose anthropomorphically with its front paws.

Hermione giggled twice, and reached out to touch the little fox, but the little fox moved faster than her, and immediately slid in front of Ann and Hermione, floating in the air, taking small steps, and wagging its tail.

"It's so small, can it really resist dementors?" Ann said doubtfully, "This is my first doubt, and the second doubt is, do you know what the impression of the word fox is in my mind?"

"Although it's a little small, of course the Patronus Charm can resist dementors." Hermione stretched out her hand to wear the little silver fox back and forth, playing vigorously, "What impression?"

Ann scratched her head, "It's cunning, hypocrisy, etc. I may be a little cunning, but what the hell is hypocrisy?"

Hermione laughed louder than before, and she reached out to pinch Ann's face, "But I think your Patronus is very cute and very clever."

"?? Clever?" Ann said, pointing at the little fox with her wand. The little fox floated in the air with all fours in the air, kicking its legs in dissatisfaction.

"Look, I've observed it!" Ann said, "It's fine if it's small! It's still fat? Look at its legs and stomach! The front is all camouflage, fluffy and fluffy, and it turns out it's all meat—"

Hermione buried her head in Ann's neck and laughed for a long while before stopping.

"Who would say that their patron saint—"

Ann waved his wand, and the little silver fox disappeared in the air.

"I've thought about it seriously." Ann said, hugging Hermione.

"Yeah." Hermione smiled.

"I think it probably reflects my 'lazy' nature. After thinking about it this way, I feel relieved." An said, "But I usually try to decide not to let it come out, just in case What if others find that it is not only small but also fat?"

Ann's words managed to make Hermione laugh again.

When she turned off the lights and went to sleep, Hermione still had a smile on her face. She hugged Ann tightly and said to Ann, "I will listen to bedtime stories in the future."

"Okay." An happily agreed, "As long as there is a chance, I will tell you."