Chapter 208 The Missing Evening Dress
It's all these kinds of letters! Hermione opened the letters one by one and read angrily, Harry Potter deserves a girl who is a hundred times better than you...should put you in the green algae. Let’s cook it in the oven… ouch!”
As soon as she opened the last envelope, a yellow-green liquid sprayed onto her hands, giving off a pungent gasoline smell, and immediately large yellow-yellow blisters appeared on her hands.
Undiluted balbo tubers have pus! said Ron. He picked up the envelope carefully and sniffed it.
Ouch! cried Hermione, tears welling up in her eyes.
She wiped the pus off her hands with a napkin, but her fingers were covered with thick, excruciating sores that looked like cowhide gloves that had been soaked in water for years.
You'd better go to the Colonel's Hospital, said Harry, as the owls around Hermione flew away one by one. We'll explain the situation to Professor Sprout...
It's all that woman's fault! Seeing Hermione clutching her hands and hurriedly leaving the auditorium, Ron said bitterly, It's all written by that Rita Skeeter! Take a look at this one... He Read aloud a letter left by Hermione: I read in the Wizarding Weekly that you were toying with Harry Potter's affections! That boy has suffered so much, wait! I just need to find a Big envelope, I will send you a spell next time...
...God, she really needs to be more careful! Ron said worriedly.
Hermione missed herbalism, and even Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures.
In fact, when she came out of the hospital hospital, she went straight back to her dormitory in Gryffindor Tower with her bandaged hands.
Speaking of which, this was the first time Hermione skipped class voluntarily.
If this was placed in the past, it would have been impossible. You know, although she didn't tell anyone about it, she even applied for a time-turner last semester in order to take more classes!
But now, she had no intention of going to class at all, even Hagrid's class.
Although there were reasons for those letters, the most important thing was not this, but... There was one thing she lost, or to be more precise - someone stole it!
When Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament would be held, Hermione, who was familiar with school history, had already guessed that there would be a dance.
To be honest, she never thought that she would become the fourth warrior.
Therefore, she was expecting from the very beginning, expecting that Maca would invite her as the first dance partner at the ball.
For this reason, she sent letters to her parents early, hoping to advance some living expenses in advance to purchase beautiful dresses for the prom.
In order to make herself more beautiful, she also tried her best to think of a series of ways to make her hair straight and smooth, and make her front teeth smaller.
She must be worthy of Maca, for sure!
However, no one expected that she would become one of the Hogwarts warriors! And it's an extra one - that's just too fishy!
She knew that Maca was preparing a plan that no one could guess, and she couldn't disturb Maca.
If she wasn't a warrior, no matter how shy she was, she would definitely let Maca choose her as a dance partner! She has already made up her mind!
But this sudden change made her feel sad.
One warrior dancing with another, two different schools themselves—it was too compelling, and it must have bothered Maca.
She can't be a stupid girl who doesn't know the general idea!
But... Hermione was not reconciled... very reconciled! She was already one step behind a certain girl, and she wanted to fight for it before that girl took the initiative to speak up and before the relationship between them was settled!
As expected of the little lion of Gryffindor, even emotionally, this competitive mentality remains undiminished.
However, even though she gritted her teeth and ordered the dress secretly, even though she was ready to be a stupid girl desperately, she still lost to her own reason in the end.
When Snape stood up unexpectedly and almost convinced the stubborn and rigid Professor McGonagall, Hermione gave up on her own initiative.
In the end, the most beautiful dress she ordered specifically to dance with Maca lay quietly in a beautiful gift box from beginning to end-Hermione agreed to Vickerd Krum's invitation, but the dress But it was borrowed.
At the ball, Hermione forced herself to remain calm, but she dared not look at Maca.
She was afraid that once she saw Maca dancing with other girls, she would not be able to suppress the jealousy in her heart, and she left Krum and rushed towards Maca.
She was afraid that she would confess to Maca in front of all the teachers and students of the three schools, and then completely collapse Maca's plan.
When she stood at the door, she saw that almost everyone looked behind her in horror. All the warriors, and their respective partners, but her, turned their heads, but she did not.
She knew that Maca, who hadn't shown up until now, finally appeared!
But Hermione didn't dare to look back, she even turned her eyes away a little, lest she couldn't help it when she passed by Maca for a while...
Just like that, the string in Hermione's heart became tighter and tighter...
Now that I think about it, Krum might have noticed it at the time, right? My arms were shaking all the time... Hermione was sitting on the edge of the bed, her bandaged hands resting lightly on her legs, also trembling slightly.
But when Maca walked by her side, she still couldn't hold back and just looked up.
Who is that? Who was that girl in the frillier than Ron's lace gown? That figure...why does it look so familiar?
God! It's Professor McGonagall!
The string in Hermione's heart suddenly loosened...
yes! What has she been struggling with all this time? It should be your own happiness, it is your own; if it does not belong to you, if you forcefully pursue it, it will only make you more unfortunate.
Hermione was relieved - what she should do most now was to support Maca silently behind his back. She believed that with Maca's intelligence, she must have seen everything in her eyes.
After that, Hermione stopped worrying about Maca all day long, and even Rita Skeeter's article didn't change her mood in any way.
Even today's encounter, Hermione, who has always been strong, doesn't care - she is not afraid of criticism, slander, or provocation.
However, just last night, she discovered that the box containing the dress that had been placed under the bed was missing!
Not to mention that the dress cost a lot of pounds, even if it was cheap, the meaning contained in it was irreplaceable by other more expensive dresses.
I haven't let Maca see myself wearing it yet! How did it disappear like this?
After pretending to be calm all morning, she was wounded by the pus-filled babo tubers hidden in those vicious letters.
In normal times, she would have satirized the senders at most and ignored them. But now, those undiluted juices seemed to be dripping on her heart, making it difficult for her to hide the anxiety and sadness in her heart.
...
When Herbology was over and Harry and Ron left the Conservatory for Care of Magical Creatures, they saw Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle whispering and giggling.
Draco was standing next to them, but he was rarely involved.
As soon as Pansy saw Harry, she asked aloud, Potter, did you have a falling out with your girlfriend? Why was she so angry at breakfast, didn't she—
Surprisingly, Draco actually interrupted Pansy.
Don't talk nonsense. He said impatiently.
Harry ignored them, he didn't want her to know how much trouble the Witcher's Weekly article had caused, lest she get carried away with schadenfreude.
Hagrid had told them last class that they were done with unicorns, and now he was waiting for the students outside the hut, with some open cardboard boxes at their feet that they had never seen before.
Harry's heart sank when he saw the cardboard box—couldn't another brood of snails hatch?
But when I got closer and looked into the box, I found that there were many fluffy black guys with long noses and flat front paws like shovels, which was very strange.
They looked up and blinked at the class, seemingly bewildered by the attention.
These are snuffers, said Hagrid and the rest of the students, gathered together, you can usually see them in mines. They like shiny things... No, look.
A Niffler jumped up suddenly, trying to bite the watch off Pansy Parkinson's wrist, Pansy screamed and took several steps back.
Very useful little treasure-finders, said Hagrid cheerfully, we'll have a good time with them today . . . See there?
Hagrid pointed to the large piece of newly opened land, where Harry and the others had seen him digging mysteriously before.
I buried a few gold coins - whoever picks the snuffer digs up the most gold coins, I will give a prize to whoever. Put away all the valuable things on your body, then pick a sniffer, get ready, and then let go gone.
Harry took off his watch and stuffed it in his pocket.
The watch had already stopped in the maze, as if he accidentally broke it, and now he was only wearing it out of habit.
Then he picked a Niffler.
It put its long nose into Harry's ear and sniffed vigorously... This little thing is quite affectionate with people.
Wait a minute, said Hagrid, looking down into the box, there's only one Niffle left here... who hasn't come? Why isn't Hermione here?
She's going to have to go to the hospital, Ron replied.
He looks the same as usual, but his heart is quite complicated.
I hope this will give Hermione the courage to speak out... If it drags on, she will only be sadder... Ron's expression was a bit bitter, Everyone can see recently that Maca only has eyes for that Love Goode.
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