In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

"How is it possible."

Jon was sipping the water himself, except that his voice was noticeably lower when he answered later, making it sound and feel a little weak in tone.

"I just didn't want to plant a red flag behind before the Battle."

Hermione didn't press the issue too much as she sat with her legs together on the stone steps, hugging her knees with the glass of water Jon handed her in her hands as she looked out at the dark night sky.

"Neville and the others have all gone to the front line, and the war situation has deteriorated to the toughest point."

"This situation won't last much longer. When Voldemort show up, it will end."

"What if we lose again?"

Jon didn't look so heavy in the face of this question, he said in a mock light-hearted tone.

"If we lose, we'll just go further north. Big deal, we'll retreat to the North Pole for now, they won't be able to reach us again if we're separated by an ocean."

Hermione turned her head to look at him, her expression was calm, but there was something else in her gaze.

"You know what I'm asking, if we lose, there's only one way we can lose."

Jon wasn't really stupid, of course, he knew what the true meaning of the question was.

The only thing that mattered in terms of winning or losing was a showdown between him and Voldemort, and the only way they could lose was if Jon lost.

This kind of loss is not a simple defeat, after all, Jon can still live if he dies. If it comes to that situation, it is bound to be Jon himself is certainly in a difficult predicament where he can not be saved.

The phoenix's nirvana is not truly invincible, Voldemort, after understanding his immortal characteristics, will not fail to think of ways of targeting it, just as they have been looking for a breaking point for Voldemort's Horcruxes.

So Jon's situation is actually far from being as safe as it seems, the worst thing that can happen to anyone else in this war is just a death, whereas once Jon is captured by Voldemort, it's most likely a situation that is worse than death.

Hermione had obviously seen through that.

Jon didn't play dumb this time, he put down the glass of water and rubbed hard to mess up Hermione's long, smooth and neat chestnut hair that had been groomed ever since she arrived at the Hogwarts wagon.

"There are some things that are actually pointless to consider all the consequences, a win is a win, a loss is a loss, instead of thinking about how the consequences will be, you should think more about how to deal with them."

"Then why are you thinking of the consequences of what would happen to us!"

Hermione had never pushed her head out of Jon's grasp so hard before, venting the anger inside that she couldn't suppress no matter what!

"I know what you and that Mr Headmaster of Durmstrang have prepared! He's not going to step up again in this war, but is going to go ahead and plan out a fallback in the event of your defeat to preserve all that's left!"

"You put it in such a grandiose way! Saying something about not thinking about the consequences! And yet you've thought of everyone's fallback! And what about the fallback you've left for yourself! You've never changed a bit since that one time on Azkaban!"

Jon was clearly taken by surprise by such a sudden outburst from her.

He opened his mouth to say something, yet Hermione suddenly hugged him in the next second!

The fine strands of hair tickled Jon's ears and made him hear the girl's sobs.

Jon didn't say anything more, he knew that Hermione wasn't asking him to give an answer to anything because the question itself was unanswerable.

At this point in time, what kind of fallback could Jon prepare for himself?

He couldn't prepare anything, he could only make a choice like Dumbledore, if he succeeded, he would be victorious, if he failed, the people behind him wouldn't all be buried with him.

It wasn't that Hermione didn't know this, her anger didn't stem from Jon, but at herself.

She was hating her own incompetence, she had thought that she could have been able to help Jon with some things at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, but at the end of the day, all the other people were still counting on Jon alone.

Jon also hugged Hermione, he did not open his mouth to comfort or anything, when two people can feel each other's body temperature and hear that blazing heartbeat, words are actually redundant.

Hermione buried her head into Jon's arms, it was like she didn't want Jon to see her shedding tears.

It wasn't until she had dried all of her tears on Jon's robes that she looked back up and sniffled.

"I'm sorry."

Jon rubbed her face.

"Well, since you apologised sincerely, I'll begrudgingly accept it, but what kind of person apologises only by saying sorry,"

He was obviously speaking in a mock flirtatious tone, but still, Hermione hated to hear it.

"I don't have any common alchemical item on me."

Jon's tone was serious.

"You're special, you don't have to give me any alchemical items, it doesn't matter what, as long as it's something you give me, whatever it is."

His words were a little ambiguous, and Hermione was still playing it cool, but the uncontrollable blush that spread across her face had already betrayed her true emotions.

"So what do you want?"

Jon didn't make the first sound, but his arms around Hermione became noticeably a little tighter.

The night sky was still shrouded in the thickest of clouds, but at some point, between the eyes of the two, as they spoke, the stars were on display.

Suddenly, Jon felt that the moon was really beautiful that night.

The moonlight was as soft as a thread of silk, and as Jon lowered his head, Hermione was looking at him.

Those eyes were bright, reflecting the whole night sky, and also reflecting Jon's eyes.

He could see Hermione's eyelashes fluttering slightly, and Jon's heart unconsciously quickened along with that trembling, he had thought he would be calm, but no matter what kind of person, they would never show such a trait as calmness when it came to something like this.

He slowly lowered his head, Hermione didn't close her eyes, and the two of them just kept looking at each other until Jon felt the warm breath of the young girl was noticeably much more rapid than normal.

The moon was darkening again, and two puffy clouds met at some point to block out the moonlight and Jon's biggest gain of the trip.

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