The breeze gently blew Hermione's long hair. She had no choice but to tuck her hair behind her ears and put on her black-rimmed glasses. Some leaves fell on her hair. She moved and tried to get the leaves off her head in annoyance.
"Sigh..." She put her hands on her hips and sighed. She stared at the camera and quietly watched the Battle of the Psychic being filmed in the chapel of Godric Valley. The staff knocked over a candle of the contestants, causing a small fire and burning some broken leaves. This made Hermione even more annoyed. She looked away and looked at Ron, who was smirking at the side.
"What's wrong, Hermione?"
Ron scratched his head. He noticed Hermione's gaze. To be precise, he sometimes paid special attention to Hermione's gaze.
"Ah?
Nothing! "
Hermione waved her hand, slightly flustered. She adjusted her expression and returned to her usual calm appearance. "I just feel a little hot." Ron still did not know about Harry's disappearance. To be precise, he 'knew' about it.
"Indeed." Ron felt the temperature and looked up at the sky. "For November, today is indeed a good day that hasn't been seen in a long time..."
When he knew that Harry had disappeared, Ron was too nervous and insisted on breaking into the woods to look for Harry. Professor Dumbledore, who came to get the fairy tale book, cast 'Gentle Oblivion' on Ron to calm him down for the time being.
"It's a little strange..." Ron whispered. "Why do I feel like I've forgotten something?" He looked at Hermione. "Where did you say Harry and Ginny went?"
Hermione swallowed her saliva and her expression did not change. Before she spoke, she habitually jumped up and said to Ron, "Please listen to me carefully, Ron. You've asked me three times —"
"I know." Ron smiled and scratched his head. "I'm just trying to find more inspiration from your words. Maybe I can remember what I've forgotten. If I forgot to press the button to record the morning news in the morning, that would be terrible!"
"Or maybe I forgot to hide the chocolate pudding in a secret place in the refrigerator?" Ron frowned. "That would be terrible. Ginny would definitely eat it!"
"Ahem, relax, Ron." Hermione patted Ron's shoulder. "You haven't forgotten anything. Harry is not here because his Aunt Margie is coming to their house today. He has to stay in his small room …"
"No matter how many times I hear this, I still think it's terrible." Ron shook his head sympathetically.
Hermione shrugged and pretended to be relaxed. "Jenny isn't here because Mrs. Figg invited her to a... er... cat tea party." Hermione frowned as she read out the name of the tea party Anna had made up. "Yes, that's it," she confirmed.
"Sigh, alright then." Ron waved his hand with a disappointed look on his face. "It must be because I broke Mrs. Feig's teacup last time. She's angry, so she didn't invite me to the tea party. I thought we had a good relationship. She even took me to her cabbage garden, and we even caught goblins in the garden together …"
"I think Mrs. Figg must have forgotten!"
Hermione tried to come up with an explanation so that Ron wouldn't be too depressed. "Er... the goblins in her garden have been too energetic recently!
She's too busy. That must be it. She forgot to give you the invitation when she sent it out! "
Ron nodded his little head. "I hope so." He regained his vitality.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the clouds floating in the sky. In fact, Jenny didn't go to Mrs. Figg's tea party, and there was no tea party with such a strange name.
The truth was that Jenny, who had learned of Harry's disappearance, took a harmless wand and tried to go to the woods with Ron to look for him after crying in the storm. After Dumbledore cast a Forget Spell on her, for some reason, she quickly remembered Harry's disappearance. They had no choice but to temporarily send her back to the Burrow and let Mrs. Weasley take care of her.
Lena was also cast a Forget Spell because she had been crying. In order not to let the lady's tears dry up, Headmaster Dumbledore could only make her temporarily forget about Harry's disappearance.
I wonder how Harry is doing now... Hermione's frown didn't loosen. It was incredible that Hermione had such smooth hair to think about so many things at such a young age.
"Click!"
A sound came from the filming site of the Battle of the Undead. "This part of the filming is over. Contestants who have advanced to the finals, please participate in the final —" The filming in Godric Valley was finally coming to an end. With the help of Hermione and her ghost friends who lived here, Lena successfully found the cursed doll hidden by the program crew. Under the director's horrified gaze, she became the MVP of the competition.
"The finals will be held at … er …" Constantine glanced at the information in his hand. He muttered in his heart. Wasn't that a little too remote? But from another perspective, the more remote and strange a place was, the more suitable it was for a Spirit Summoning battle.
"It will be held in Little Hangerton. Many people may not know this place very well. Don't worry, the program crew will kindly provide transportation and a map for everyone."
"Little Hangerton?"
Ron repeated the name. "It sounds like the name of a breakfast cereal. The kind that tastes terrible. I definitely won't buy that kind of breakfast cereal."
Hermione agreed. She wouldn't buy that kind of breakfast cereal either. "In comparison, Big Hangerton is much more famous, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world. Delicious beer, beautiful snowy scenery, and magical animals hidden in the woods — I read this in an article by the famous magical zoologist, Newt Scamander."
"Little Hangerton is not far from Big Hangerton. It's about four or five miles away." The straight-A student Hermione easily recalled the knowledge she had learned from the books.
"A breakfast cereal named Big Hangerton doesn't sound very good either."
"Woof woof!"
A dog barked. Ron turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw Sirius running toward him.
"Blackie!
I finally found you! "
He said subconsciously. At the same time, he wondered why he said that. "Is Blackie lost?"
But soon, he didn't care anymore, because he hugged the dog savagely and lovingly.
Hermione was finally relieved when she saw Blackie. It seemed that Headmaster Dumbledore and Anna had successfully rescued Harry. Otherwise, Blackie wouldn't have appeared here.
As Hermione expected, it didn't take long for Dumbledore and the others to appear at the edge of the forest. Walking in front was an old man in a suit with a straw hat and holding a wand, followed by Dumbledore and a handsome gentleman.
Anna, Harry, and a girl walked behind, followed by a man in a shabby suit who looked like a drunkard. By the way, Anna and the drunkard had the same expression — they were frowning and looking around, as if looking for something.
"Anna!
Harry! "Hermione called out to Anna and Harry." We're here! "
Anna turned her head and saw Hermione under the tree, and the big black dog, who was being savagely hugged by Ron and had a panicked look in its eyes.