Chapter 151: Vacation Ends

After getting Hagrid's guidance, John went to the dock alone to conduct an on-site survey.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Black Lake was still covered in thick ice at this time.

He went directly to the location Hagrid mentioned, stood on the ice, and looked around at the surrounding mountains and the direction of the castle.

Confirmed the general orientation, and then remembered this location.

When the challenge starts, he will swim to this place and dive down.

When John returned to Hagrid's hut, Hermione was sitting by the fire flipping through the book with the Black Lake terrain, and Hagrid didn't know where he had run off to.

"How is it? Do you have any clues?"

"Mm, don't worry."

John pushed the door and entered, shaking the snow off his body while saying with a light smile.

Hermione nodded, then looked at John's face frozen red, and beckoned to him.

"Come over and warm up quickly; I've prepared hot tea for you."

John walked over as told, sat by the fireplace with Hermione, took the hot tea, and his fingertips gradually warmed up.

"By the way, where is Hagrid?" John looked around the hut and asked strangely.

"Don't know, he suddenly changed his clothes, messed up his hair, said he was going to handle some business, and then left."

Hermione shrugged and said while reading.

After hearing this, John raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then it's probably because spring has come."

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Spring has indeed come, but what does this have to do with Hagrid?

But on second thought, this spring is not that spring.

Hermione's cheeks instantly turned red, and she glared at John reproachfully.

John had no choice but to shrink his neck and lower his head to drink tea to hide his smile.

The room became quiet again, leaving only the sound of Hermione flipping pages and the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace.

Hermione watched and watched, and after a long time, she finally flipped the book in her hand to the last page.

She closed the pages gently and stretched comfortably.

The snow outside the window was still falling, and it was getting heavier.

Hmm?

Why hasn't there been John's voice for a long time?

Hermione looked toward John's direction again.

John was actually asleep in the chair, leaning against the back of the chair, his head slightly tilted to one side, his breathing even and light.

The firelight reflected on his face, outlining soft light and shadow.

That cup of hot tea had long been finished, and the teacup was placed on the table to the side.

Hermione was slightly stunned when she saw this scene, and after regaining her senses, she got up lightly and took a blanket to cover John.

The blanket covered him lightly, and John's breathing remained steady.

Hermione looked at his tired sleeping face and smiled helplessly.

Still talking about me, aren't you just as tired and unable to hold on?

Although he always looks unconcerned and at ease.

But in fact, the effort he put in behind the scenes is not small at all; Hermione is clear about this.

Sometimes she even feels that John's obsession with getting stronger is almost paranoid.

Don't know what gave him such great pressure and motivation.

Hermione never asked, and John never said.

Her fingertips brushed his hair lightly, still carrying the breath of the ice and snow outside.

She leaned over slowly.

The wind and snow outside were still howling.

And inside the house, the fire was burning brightly, and it was warm.

When John woke up, he only felt warm.

Opening his eyes, he saw Hermione sitting to the side, who was lowering her head and flipping through an unknown book.

And he himself was covered with a blanket without knowing it.

"Awake?"

"Yeah."

Hermione heard John's movement and looked up, smiling slightly at him.

John was still curled up in the chair, rubbed his stiff neck, looked at the heavy snow still flying outside the window, and asked.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Not long, if you want to sleep, you can lie down for a while longer."

Hermione looked at the book in her hand again and said calmly.

John shook his head, supported himself on the armrest of the chair, stood up, and stretched.

"Feeling much more energetic after a nap."

"It's really comfortable to sleep in this weather."

As he said this, John chuckled.

"Hmm? Why is my forehead wet?"

John suddenly felt his forehead itching, raised his hand to touch it, and found a bit of moist wetness.

This made John feel a bit strange.

"Maybe it's the snow you brought back from outside that melted and melted on your forehead."

Hermione didn't even lift her head and said naturally.

"Is that so..."

John tilted his head; he had been sitting in front of the fireplace for so long, it should have melted long ago, why is it wet only now?

He muttered softly, but didn't think much about it.

And Hermione, who was reading on the side, was secretly observing John, and seeing that John didn't delve into it, she also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she pursed her lips, and a very faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

If you look closely, you will find that her cheeks and the tips of her ears are slightly flushed, but because they are reflected by the firelight, it is not easy to notice.

Time quickly reached the day school started.

The winter snow gradually melted, and the ice on the Black Lake also began to melt.

The students who went home for Christmas vacation also returned to Hogwarts on the day school started.

The Great Hall was brightly lit, and the students walked into the hall noisily.

Titus and Ryan, Ethan also returned early.

As soon as they returned, they found John, and the three of them surrounded him and asked non-stop.

The content of the questions was naturally about the Christmas ball.

They were all very curious about John and Hermione's ball experience.

It made John not know what to say for a while.

Can't just say directly, I kissed Hermione, right?

And this is still their little secret, no one knows.

Had to respond vaguely, saying things like "it was okay" or "just like that."

Seeing that they couldn't get anything out of him, the three had to give up.

It's not that John didn't want to share, but that he himself didn't know what the situation was now.

He and Hermione now belong to a kind of ambiguous relationship that is unclear; it's like lovers, but they haven't clearly become lovers.

Still getting along as usual, reading, even holding hands, sticking together, all becoming increasingly natural.

But whenever they accidentally look at each other, they will subconsciously avoid each other's gaze, not daring to go further.

Simply put, it lacks that impulse or courage that makes people's brains hot to poke through that thin window paper.

So they can only wait for a certain opportunity, a moment with enough atmosphere.

Let their feelings for each other explode completely, only then can everything fall into place. ===== CHAPTER 152 =====