The weather is good today, Hermione is in a bad mood.

If anyone had it, suddenly there was a nickname that was not a positive one, and he would have felt a little unhappy, not to mention that Hermione had always cared about his two front teeth.

Although Hermione wanted to find a new carriage and avoid the hateful guy in front of her, the reality was that there were not many empty cars now. What's more, her obviously overweight box had already made her very annoyed during this period.

Gripping her teeth, Hermione stepped up the door a little, ready to get the box in.

Asker shrugged his shoulders, thought for a moment, took out a book from his pocket, leaned against his seat, and changed into a more comfortable position to start reading.

Hermione was still fighting with the box. Because there was a threshold at the door of the car that was neither high nor low, so the box could not be pulled in and had to be lifted a little first. However, Hermione had been dragging the box for a long time. She was not very strong at all, so she could not complete this thing alone.

In the first ten seconds, Hermione was still trying to solve the problem alone, but by the eleventh second, she began to expect Asker to help.

When Hermione needed help the most, Asker chose to sit and watch. Although he was holding the book there as if he was not a blind man, he could know that he had not put his mind on the book at all. He was just watching the fun.

Why do you say so?

Because from the cover, Asker's book was overturned!

Hermione wanted to lift the box up and throw it into Asker's face, but if she could do this, this wouldn't have happened. Therefore, Hermione could only imagine the scene where she taught Asker a hard lesson, and Asker knelt at her feet and cried bitterly, looking regretful.

"Hey, can you help?"

Hermione still needs to face reality when she tried hard to squeeze out a smile. Hermione smiled and said to Asker with a slight smile: "The box is very heavy, I'm alone..."

"I don't call him hey."

Ask half lying there, the books in his hands blocked his face and let his voice go.

Of course I know that you don't call him Hey, your name is Asker, a German bastard! Hermione thought angrily, but she continued, "Ask, help me."

"You're asking for help?"

I endure it!

Hermione clenched her fist, gritted her teeth, and wanted to pounce on her and bit Asker to death.

"Oh, what's your expression? It's so scary. I'm almost scared to tears by you."

Aske took the book a little lower, revealing his eyes and half of his face. It can be seen that Aske absolutely did not tend to be scared to cry. On the contrary, he was laughing happily.

"Why are you always targeting me?"

Hermione suddenly said, the anger on her face had long disappeared, and she looked straight into Asker's eyes and raised a question that had always been.

Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, had a high opinion of Asker, and he liked Asker very much. From him, Hermione also had some preliminary understanding. Asker should not be the kind of rude, vulgar, and uneducated bastard.

"How is that possible? I'm that kind of person?"

Asker said without changing his expression, then he stood up, walked to the door, grabbed the box's handle, and pulled the box into the carriage with force.

"Okay, sorry! Well, I'm saying this very seriously."

"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked.

Drag the box to the corner and put it in place. Aske turned around, returned to his seat, grabbed the book and lay down, and finally threw a sentence out.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"you……!"

Hermione finally had a little bit of goodwill towards Asker.

There are two rows of seats in the carriage. Asker is half lying, occupying one row, and the other row naturally belongs to Hermione. Sitting in the seat, Hermione can see Asker as long as she looks up, and sees the face that she may never forget in her life.

To be fair, Asker's appearance can only be considered average. It's okay now. If he grows up, he should be at the level of Passerby A.

No characteristics, this is the characteristic of passers-by.

Perhaps in order to remember Asker's face, so as not to recognize the wrong person when he settles the score with him in the future. Hermione tried hard to remember every feature of his face, and even specially drew a sketch on the notebook.

A gentleman wants to take revenge, and even ten years later, it will not feel too late. - Oriental proverb.

"Have you seen enough?"

"No, it's still a little bit."

Hermione added a few strokes on the sketch, saying without raising her head. Then she reacted, quickly closed the book, and asked back to Asker who had been staring at her as if nothing had happened, "Have you seen enough?"

"No, it's still a little bit."

Exactly the same answer.

If everything went on like this, Hermione and Asker probably had to fight for a while, but the sudden knock on the door and the subsequent fat man gave the story a rest.

"Can I sit here?"

"Well, yes, there is still a place there." Asker said lightly, pointing at the row of Hermione opposite.

"Oh, thank you, you're a good person."

The little fat man lifted the box. This box was much smaller than Hermione's and much lighter. After putting the box, the little fat man sat in the seat and twisted it a few times in a slight lingering.

Has murderous intent!

The fat man suddenly thought of a sentence that he often said in the book, turned his head carefully, and he squeezed out a smiling face that was not much better than crying at the source of the murderous aura.

"You are a good person, too."

“…”

Hermione had nothing to say, and was given a good person card by such a fat man...

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

The train's whistle sounded, and it seemed that it was about to set off.

With a heavy growl, the red Hogwarts quickly moved, then gradually accelerated, faster and faster, and drove out of the platform.

Compared to the excitement, joy, and excitement of others, Ask was a little colder, calm, cold and indifferent. The moment the train started, he became cold.

After lying for a while, Aske suddenly sat up, took out a stack of letter paper and a pen from his pocket, and began to write.

It's almost the end of the month. According to convention, it's time to write a letter to tell my grandfather about his current situation.

This letter is very short, so I am not afraid of saying that I cheated on words. The records are as follows:

I am fine.

The above is the entire content of this letter. On the big letter paper, there was not even a single line. However, Asker wrote it for more than an hour, because this was not just a letter, but also a review of his time.

After finishing writing, Asker took out another envelope, stuffed the letter paper in, and put it in again.

As he reached into his pocket, Aske touched something and paused slightly. He grabbed the rod-like object, rubbed it for a long time before letting go, and pulled out his hand.

After looking out the window for a while, Aske felt a little irritated. He knew that the unforgettable and unforgettable memory was tormenting him again.

"Hopefully it will be warmer there."
Chapter completed!