Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Hermione walked out of the lounge and rushed straight to the eighth floor.

All I could think of was the pale face and frown when Mo Bai left just now.

Something must have happened to him.

Since she wasn't in the lounge, she could only think of one place.

Room of Requirement.

She ran quickly through the corridors and stairs, eager to ask Mo Bai what happened.

Just around the corner, she almost ran into someone.

Fortunately, she stopped in time and looked up at the other party: "Professor Lockhart, why are you here?"

Lockhart was taken aback by meeting Hermione, his eyes twinkling.

He cleared his throat: "Oh~Miss Hermione, what a coincidence, I can meet you here, isn't it?"

He glanced in a certain direction behind him: "Well, I still have something to do, see you later."

Hermione squinted suspiciously as she watched his back in a hurry.

This is the fifth floor, and there is some distance from the auditorium and the other party's office. It stands to reason that the other party who has just finished class should not appear in this place.

She looked at the place where the other party was looking, and found that there was only a corridor, empty and empty.

But now is not the time to think about these things, she still has to go to Mo Bai.

Hermione quickly put the incident behind her and rushed straight up to the eighth floor, just as she ran into Dumbledore who had just come out of the Room of Requirement.

On the wall behind the old man, a door is slowly disappearing.

"Professor Dumbledore," Hermione panted slightly as she propped her knees as she ran all the way over.

"Is Mo Bai inside?"

Dumbledore looked at Hermione with generous eyes: "Yes, but now he needs to be alone."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly and looked at the old man stubbornly.

"Professor, Bai... Is something wrong with him?"

Dumbledore just spread his palms, Luna saw Hermione's small eyes lit up, and immediately ran to the girl's shoulder, squeaking.

Mistress, there was a lot of black smoke coming out of the master just now, scaring the baby to death!
It's a pity that Hermione couldn't understand her birdsong, but the moment she saw Luna, her heart sank.

Normally, if she wasn't by her side, Luna would never leave Mo Bai's side.

It means that something must have happened to Mobai, so that Luna had to leave.

Hermione's mind was full of everything about Mobai, and everything the two of them did and said was imprinted in her mind.

"Silently..." she muttered to herself, looking up at Dumbledore abruptly.

"Professor! Is it because of silence?"

Dumbledore just smiled: "Mobai has his own affairs to deal with, he asked me to send you a message, he will retreat for a few days, so don't worry."

Hermione bit her lower lip lightly, and she was sure in her heart that Mo Bai might have something wrong with Moran.

Because Dumbledore didn't deny it, he just avoided the topic.

Seeing the little girl's expression, the old man knew that she probably guessed it.

His eyes were lowered so that the little girl could not see his expression.

He just reached out and touched the top of Hermione's head, as if he was stroking his little granddaughter.

"We should have faith in him."

The warmth of Dumbledore's palm came from the top of his head, which made Hermione's heart feel much more at ease.

"I see, Professor."

She hugged Luna tightly in her arms, turned around and left quickly.

Dumbledore looked at Hermione's back with admiration in his eyes.

Resolute enough, not to get bored because of personal relationships, and has full trust in Mobai.

Moreover, Hermione's sharp personality can indeed restrain that kid's laziness.

A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and Mobai's eyes were really great.

Thinking of the boy, the smile in the old man's eyes disappeared, and he looked back at the bare wall, and walked away after standing for a long time.

The corner on the eighth floor was empty, only the trolls and wizards in the oil paintings on the wall staring at the opposite wall.

No one can see that there is a black mist in a space behind the wall.

Mobai disappeared for three full days. No matter how Harry and Ron asked Hermione, Hermione kept silent and just looked down at the book.

Harry and Ron just asked, because Harry was also in trouble these days.

Because it was the day of the Dueling Club, when Harry revealed to everyone that he was a Parseltongue and wanted to "teach" the boa constrictor to attack someone.

That night, the man was found in a corridor somewhere, and he, like Filch's cat, had been petrified by an unknown magical force.

And that person, a half-blood wizard, was the target of the chamber of secrets.

Worst of all, Harry was there, alone.

Although Dumbledore came forward to save Harry, his status as the "Heir of Slytherin" was already stone-hammered in the eyes of the students.

Almost everyone walked around him. When they saw him, they even lowered their voices a lot, and their eyes were full of fear.

Even some wizards in Gryffindor looked at him suspiciously.

Even when someone found out that Mo Bai had been missing for three days, they felt that Harry had killed Mo Bai secretly somewhere.

This made Harry very wronged. The only thing that made him a little relieved was that the two good friends, Ron and Hermione, had always trusted him by his side.

However, when Mobai did not appear on the third day, Hermione also became silent, and only his good friend Ron was left with him.

After class, there were very few people in the Gryffindor lounge, but even these few people sat far away on the right half of the room, as if there were some wild beasts on the left.

Harry and Ron sat on the right side with dull faces, and Hermione sat on the sofa next to him, looking down at a book.

Ron looked resentfully at the classmates who were avoiding them from a distance.

"You obviously didn't do anything, why do they say you are the murderer who opened the secret room? Hermione, you should say something."

Hermione looked up and rolled her eyes.

"What can I say, the Parseltongue that Harry exposed that day is so telling, if I didn't know..."

Speaking of this, Hermione paused.

"...Knowing that you can't do such a thing, I doubt you"

"Why do you think so much now? If you are not, then you are not. No matter how much they think about you, you can't become a murderer."

"Stay true to yourself, young man."

Hermione glanced at him old-fashionedly, took the black tea handed over by the person around her, took a sip and habitually put it on the tea table in front of her.

With a familiar taste in her mouth, Hermione froze in place suddenly, while Harry and Ron had their eyes wide open and exclaimed.

"white?!"

Hermione turned her head abruptly, and a familiar smile came into view unexpectedly.

Hermione stared blankly at the face in front of her, as if she wanted to firmly engrave every detail of the other's face into the depths of her mind.

The little girl's eye sockets gradually turned red, but she stared stubbornly at Mo Bai.

"What the hell did you do?! Why didn't you tell me!"