Chapter 103: Hermione Smells So Good

At night, the camp here was even more lively.

Fireworks flew high from time to time, and in an open space, a piece of roaring bonfire was lit.

There were even more wizards casting magic everywhere, but one by one, they were all punished by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to manage this volume of wizard groups, the Ministry of Magic could be said to have exhausted its efforts.

Just the Ministry of Magic employees they met, each one had dark circles under their eyes, looking exhausted.

It is worth mentioning that their camp location belonged to the Ministry of Magic officials' camp, so it enjoyed a higher safety rating and convenient facilities.

The carnival party was quite a distance from here, so it wouldn't disturb this side.

And the people coming in and out nearby were all Ministry of Magic employees or their families.

This afternoon they even saw Minister Fudge who came to inspect.

However, Fudge didn't notice them, but was walking quickly toward the stadium while giving work instructions to the employees beside him.

Until late at night, Mr. Claude didn't return; hearing Titus say, there seemed to be temporary residences and shift rest areas specially prepared for those employees here, convenient for standing by at any time.

So they didn't need to worry about Mr. Claude; they should eat, drink, and sleep.

Late at night.

In the boys' room, everyone was sleeping spread-eagled together, and snoring sounded one after another.

Suddenly, Harry's body twitched, and his forehead scar transmitted a burst of tormenting pain.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and cold sweat soaked his bangs.

"Hoo, hoo..."

He gasped for air, his fingers unconsciously pressing on the scar.

For a long time, the pain gradually receded, leaving behind cold exhaustion like a tide.

"Why did I have a nightmare again..."

Harry didn't quite understand; since learning that Peter Pettigrew was executed last term, he would occasionally dream of Peter Pettigrew, and also the scene of a giant python sliding silently in the dark...

The strangest thing was, Peter Pettigrew was always kneeling in front of himself, whispering some things about himself...

At first, he thought it was Peter Pettigrew haunting him after death, or some psychological suggestion causing him to dream of him.

But gradually, he felt something was wrong again, because he dreamed of it twice last term, and then dreamed of it once during the summer vacation, and now again.

And every time in the dream, Peter Pettigrew seemed to be discussing with "himself" in the dream, how to approach himself.

This feeling was very strange.

Harry turned over with annoyance, intending to fall asleep again.

However, he suddenly noticed the light in the tent living room was still on.

He climbed up lightly and lifted the curtain to look out.

In the living room, John was sitting on the sofa alone, flipping through a book.

"Hmm?"

John in the living room noticed the movement behind him, looked back, and it was Harry.

"Senior, you haven't slept yet?"

"I should be the one asking you this question."

Harry saw John hadn't slept, so he simply didn't sleep either, walked out, and sat on another sofa beside him.

John smiled and said.

"I was woken up by the snoring of Senior Ron and Titus."

"Ha, their snoring is indeed quite loud... Sigh, I woke up because I just had a nightmare."

Harry leaned on the sofa, as if looking for someone to vent his bitterness, and complained helplessly.

"Nightmare, sometimes I have them too."

"Usually after waking up, I will do something happy, give myself some psychological suggestion, let myself forget the terrifying things; maybe you can try."

John said softly while reading a book.

"Thanks, but I feel that this nightmare of mine is somewhat... different."

Harry sighed, not knowing whether he should share it with John.

Regarding the nightmare and the scar pain, he had only mentioned it to Sirius.

But at that time Sirius just said to relax and not be too nervous; after all, Peter Pettigrew was dead, and he even went to the Ministry of Magic to see Peter Pettigrew's corpse.

Harry also felt that maybe he was too sensitive.

But he always felt some faint unease.

"All fear comes from insufficient firepower."

"Senior, you might as well turn fear into motivation, practice magic spells more, learn knowledge; when you are as strong as Dumbledore, no matter what ghosts and monsters, you can take them away with one magic spell."

"At that time, you won't have to be afraid of any nightmares."

John gave another suggestion, saying this, and also raised the book in his hand, seemingly indicating that he was learning knowledge now.

These words made Harry feel quite a lot of identification; after all, power is the most reliable shield against unknown fear.

Harry finally smiled and looked at John and said.

"Hermione's evaluation of you is really not wrong."

"Oh? How did she evaluate me?"

Hearing Harry's words, John also became interested and asked curiously.

"She said you are a... uh, uh... I forgot."

"?"

A question mark appeared on John's head.

And Harry wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

He just wanted to say Hermione's previous evaluation of John, but just after opening his mouth, he saw the curtain of Hermione's room behind John lift a corner.

Hermione was staring at him with a death stare.

It seemed that as long as Harry dared to continue speaking, she would come out and tear Harry apart.

"... Ahahaha, I feel much better after chatting with you; I'm going to sleep, you sleep early too."

Harry stood up suddenly, said with a dry laugh, and his body even took a step back.

After saying that, he waved his hand vaguely and walked hurriedly toward his room.

Watching Harry's disappearing back, John was somewhat speechless.

I hate two kinds of people most in my life, one is those who speak halfway, and one is...

At this time, John suddenly sensed movement from the other side behind him.

Looking back, it was Hermione wearing pink pajamas; she was disheveled and stood there cutely.

Ah, John now knew why Harry suddenly fled in a panic.

"John, why haven't you slept yet?"

Hermione asked softly, pretending she hadn't heard anything just now, walked out, and sat with John.

John's nose moved; Hermione always emitted a fragrant scent.

"Hmm, was woken up by their snoring, so I simply came out to read a book."

"I see."

Hermione nodded; she was woken up by the conversation between Harry and John in the living room.

Because she vaguely heard someone mention her name, she quietly got up and went to the door.

Then she heard Harry intending to say something he shouldn't say, and immediately stopped him with her eyes.

Fortunately, Harry didn't say it out, otherwise she wouldn't know how to face John.

After a moment of silence, Hermione leaned over to look at the book in John's hand.

This book was exactly Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Diary.

"You've read to this point so quickly; have you learned everything before?"

Hermione looked at the content above and blinked with slight surprise.

She really didn't know John's Transfiguration learning progress recently and thought he was still stuck at the intermediate stage.

Didn't expect he had almost finished reading this.

John nodded and said with a smile.

"Unhuh, thanks to Professor McGonagall giving me a remedial lesson on basic knowledge last term, so I learned very quickly."

Hearing John's words, Hermione snorted softly and leaned her face in front of John.

Her tone was slightly dissatisfied, and she asked with some teasing.

"Is it just thanks to Professor McGonagall?"

John was stunned, then smiled.

"Of course not just that, also thanks to my beautiful, generous, smart, straightforward, and considerate and kind senior sister."

Hearing this series of compliments from John.

Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she patted him lightly with annoyance.

"Smooth-tongued."

Although she was lecturing him, the corners of Hermione's mouth hung with an uncontrollable smile.

"Heaven and earth conscience, what I said is all the truth."

John blinked and said sincerely.

"Hmph hmph~ alright, then let this senior sister teach you the content behind this."

Hermione smiled lightly, leaned directly on John's shoulder, and reached out to turn to the next page of the diary in John's hand.

Then she started to tell John the essentials and keys above.

John nodded while thinking about other things in his head.

Hmm... Hermione really smells so good. ===== CHAPTER 104 =====