Chapter 234 Public Lounge

"You mean, Sirius was really wronged? And the murderer who framed the Potter family was the rat in Ron's hand?" Hermione asked in a low voice. They took the Thestral carriage from Hogsmeade back to Hogwarts in the afternoon.

Until now, Hermione still felt that these things were a bit unreliable. Although she said that she would always believe in Fanlin... But, after all, that was Sirius Black, a person who escaped from Azkaban.

"I'm afraid, that's Hermione." Fanlin nodded. He and Hermione leaned on the sofa in the public lounge. Fanlin used his wand to block the sound in this small area. He wanted to make sure that no one would hear their conversation.

"This is really..." Hermione frowned. The girl always likes to do this when she encounters something.

"It's incredible, right!" Fanlin said.

"That's right..." Hermione nodded, and the girl pondered for a moment, "Maybe we should tell Dumbledore, he must have a way... We can also notify the Ministry of Magic directly."

"No, Hermione..." Fanlin shook his head, "You know the style of those people in the Ministry of Magic, they won't go into these things in depth, they just need to deal with everyone's speech tendency, and, according to their performance, the Ministry of Magic still has a strong fear of Death Eaters, or Voldemort..."

"Ah..." Hermione exclaimed, since she knew Voldemort was still alive, Hermione has been very concerned, she doesn't like Fanlin to say that person's name.

Some people always say that Voldemort cursed his name, and everyone who calls his name directly will be cursed, so that Voldemort feels that people who call his name.

"Hermione..." Fanlin said seriously, he pressed Hermione's hand with his hand, "We must face him, this is inevitable, we are Harry's friends, this is our responsibility!"

"Okay... okay..." The girl replied, but Hermione looked a little reluctant.

Fanlin looked at the girl quietly. The girl's worried expression was very cute, but Fanlin didn't want the girl to be like this all the time.

I don't know where the courage came from, Fanlin gently raised one of his left hands, and the light blue halo appeared on his fingertips again.

Fanlin gently touched Hermione's eyebrows with his fingers, and he rubbed them gently, as if he wanted to completely dissolve the girl's sorrow.

Hermione seemed to be frightened. The girl looked at Fanlin blankly. She didn't expect Fanlin to be so bold. This was the Gryffindor public lounge. Even if there was no one here, Fanlin's move undoubtedly made her feel shy.

Hermione could clearly feel that her face was feverish, and it looked red, but the gentleness and coolness from Fanlin's fingertips were like the most wonderful candy, which made Hermione reluctant to leave.

Fanlin looked at Hermione intently, his hand slid down from Hermione's eyebrows, passed over the girl's high nose bridge, his hand slid to one side, and finally stopped on Hermione's face.

The flames of the fireplace never went out, and they both blushed. The temperature seemed to be rising.

For some reason, Fanlin suddenly remembered the teahouse, with its pink hue, lace decorations, a small enclosed space, and heart-shaped decorations on the table.

Fanlin had never been there before, but at this moment, Fanlin was very yearning for the tacky but atmospheric cottage.

Hermione did not dodge, she was like petrified. The two were about the same height, but Hermione did not dare to move her eyes upwards. Fanlin's eyes were very charming, but Hermione did not even have the courage to look at him now.

Suddenly, Hermione found that Fanlin's body moved forward slightly, and he seemed to be coming closer, but from his face, Hermione could clearly see the boy's body tilted.

Fanlin moved very slowly, as if his reason had been fighting against his instinct, but a large part of his reason seemed to lean towards his instinct, as if he wanted to complete what he had not completed in Honeydukes. He wanted to kiss Hermione, just a little bit.

Hermione's body was shaking. She knew what Fanlin wanted to do. She wanted to avoid him rationally, but her body seemed to be frozen. She could do nothing but tremble.

Hermione was almost in a dilemma. Push him away... Oh... No... Just get up and leave?

But when Hermione clearly felt the boy's breathing, her mind suddenly went blank.

Fanlin's breathing was very heavy. He had never breathed so hard before. At least this was the first time Hermione had seen it.

Hermione instinctively closed her eyes. She could not think of anything. There was nothing left in her mind except the sound of breathing.

Her face was getting hotter and hotter. The air blown out by Fanlin seemed like a flame. Hermione felt that her face was about to smoke.

Suddenly, her nose lightly touched something, and her body shook more severely. Hermione didn't know where to put her hands. She had to clench her hands into a fist, as if this could give her some unprovoked confidence.

Suddenly, something warm came close to her lips. Even if it was just a light touch, like a dragonfly touching the water, it made the girl's head swell instantly, and her whole mind seemed to be about to explode.

"Boom..."

A sound from nowhere startled the two people sitting on the sofa. Even though the sound was not loud, it was enough to make them like frightened cats.

Hermione almost jumped up. Fanlin could clearly feel that his lips were hit hard by Hermione, and then a bloody smell mixed with the burning sensation on his lips immediately made Fanlin sober.

His lips were broken. Hermione almost cried out just now. The girl opened her mouth and her body bounced up like a spring, and then Fanlin's lips were very tragically covered with Hermione's teeth.

But no one paid attention to these. They were like two frightened little animals. The bodies that were originally close to each other quickly bounced away on the sofa. To be precise, Fanlin was pushed hard by Hermione.

Then the girl's movements became particularly fast. She stretched out a hand and quickly took out a book whose name was unknown from Fanlin's pocket, and then quickly opened it and spread it on the table.

Hermione almost buried her entire face in the book. Fanlin saw that Hermione's ears turned red, and he thought he was the same.

"Don't look at me..." The girl's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and Fanlin could hardly hear it. (To be continued)