The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Otherwise, let's label each other as irrational and emotional and attack each other.

Dolly, in any case, would never do such a thing to Hermione.

Hermione's way of taking care of herself, both energetic and meticulous, is at least a unique kind of gentleness for Dolly, at least for now.

How can we make Hermione happy?

Dolly decides to sacrifice herself.

She threw back Hermione's blanket and, using her boxing skills, crawled right inside.

Hermione immediately sensed something was wrong and almost cried out, but the familiar voice calmed her down.

"Ahem, Hermione, it's me."

However, when a slightly cool body came up behind her and reached out to hug her arm, Hermione realized what was happening.

Even Dolly won't do!

How did you get under my blanket?

Hermione was a little annoyed; her anger hadn't completely subsided yet.

Dolly ignored her earlier, but now she's crawling over to steal her blanket. Isn't that bullying?

"Go back to your bed, go back to your blankets, this is my bed!"

"But, cough cough, I'm a little cold..."

Hermione froze at these words. She turned over to face Dolly and reached out to touch Dolly's forehead.

Contrary to expectations of heat, it felt ice-cold to the touch.

This made Hermione angry, and she said, "Weren't you hiding under the covers? Why are you so cold?"

"You didn't kick the blanket off in such a short time, did you?"

"No, I just sat up to apologize to you, but I didn't know how to start, and then I realized that my body had gone cold."

Dolly stuck out her tongue and said, "Then I'll borrow your warmth. You're not going to kick me out, are you?"

"If you insist on kicking me, that's fine too, but let me be prepared..."

Dolly pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and looked ready to be beaten.

Hermione caught the faint light shining from the cup's rim and felt both angry and amused. Although she was itching to kick Dolly, she couldn't bring herself to do it when she looked at Dorina's slender body.

Finally, she poked Dolly's ankle with her toe, and Dolly screamed dramatically, then said pitifully, "Ouch, be gentle, Hermione."

Hermione couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to rub Dolly's face, laughing nonstop.

She really didn't expect Dolly to play like this.

Instead of comforting her, you're making her laugh, huh? Well then, let's laugh together!

Hermione then moved her hand under Dolly's armpit and began attacking Dolly's vulnerable spot.

Caught off guard, Dolly burst out laughing and then began to use her muscle strength to attack Hermione in return.

From the outside, the blue silk quilt was shaking incessantly, and from underneath came bursts of low, cheerful laughter from a girl.

This made Crookshan, standing at the bedside, somewhat worried, wondering if the two humans were fighting too fiercely.

And why would someone laugh while fighting?

So much so that Crookshan finally decided to go inside and take a look, but as soon as he jumped onto the blanket, the blanket was pulled back and he was thrown out.

Hermione blushed slightly and gave Dolly the order to leave, saying, "Go back to your side, or I'll really be heartbroken."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, my Hermione."

Dolly could only return to her side miserably, wrap herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her head sticking out to look at Hermione across from her.

Hermione tidied her hair, but found it had no effect at all, so she simply followed Dolly's example and wrapped herself in a blanket.

Once their breathing had calmed down, Hermione said, "You haven't apologized to me yet."

"I'm sorry, Hermione."

"Humph, that's pretty much it."

"As long as you're happy... but what did I do wrong?"

"what?"

Hermione looked on incredulously. "You've already apologized, how come you still don't know where you went wrong?"

Dolly said with a serious face, "I apologized to make you happy. As long as you're happy, then there's nothing wrong with me apologizing."

"But I really don't know what I did wrong!"

Hermione immediately perked up and said, "We have class at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, you should get some rest."

"You've just returned to your normal life from the school hospital, you should get some rest."

"And yet you went to the lounge in the middle of the night wearing only thin clothes to get some fresh air. Is that the right thing to do? You're making yourself sick again!"

"I'm your good friend, of course I have to keep an eye on you."

Hermione spoke with conviction, but she didn't mention the most crucial reason: she didn't want to lose Dolly as a friend.

"Alright, next time Qiu Zhang and I chat, let's choose a sunny afternoon when we don't have classes, and find a tree by the lake where the sunlight is dappled..."

Before Dolly could finish speaking, Hermione's smile vanished visibly, her forehead wrinkles appeared, and she glared fiercely at Dolly.

Dolly couldn't help but laugh; she was now completely certain that Hermione was lying.

She stopped teasing Hermione and said, "But Cho Chang might not be available then. How about we go together this weekend?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she was about to agree instinctively, but then she seemed to realize that she was completely under Dolly's control, so she glanced at the ceiling and said, "I need to think about it."

"Then I'll wait for your answer. Goodnight, Hermione."

Hermione then looked away, glanced at the sleepy Dolly across from her, bit her lip, and said, "Goodnight, Dolly."

When Dolly opened her eyes again, she was met with Crookshank's disdainful expression, who was punching her head repeatedly, as if taking revenge for the previous night.

"Ouch, Crookshan, are you rebelling?!"

Dolly sat up, looked up, and realized it was already eight o'clock.

Hermione, already dressed, said to Dolly, who was still in bed, "This is what happens when you sneak out in the middle of the night."

"I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you can get ready, then I'll go have breakfast with you."

"no problem!"

Dolly reacted with boyfriend speed, resolving the problem in ten minutes.

Hermione, displeased with Dolly's messy hair, used a spell to straighten it before the two hurriedly arrived at the restaurant.

Just then, a whole flock of owls rushed into the restaurant, delivering packages to everyone.

However, Dolly and Hermione did not; they did not send letters to their parents, so their parents naturally could not reply using owls.

This made Dolly feel that this wouldn't do, and she said, "From now on, we should contact our parents at least once a week."

Hermione nodded and added, "You can also subscribe to some newspapers; I see they're already reading them."

Dolly agreed, noting that in this magical world without any electronic communication, newspapers like the Daily Prophet were their only reliable source of information.

The two had just sat down when they heard a commotion starting up at the Gryffindor table next door.

"what is this?"

"A glass ball that emits a red glow?"

Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered glances. Neville explained, "It's a Remnant!"

"Grandma knows I'm always forgetful—it'll tell you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red—"

Neville's face immediately fell: "So that means you've forgotten something, but I don't know what I've forgotten!"

Hermione, sitting opposite her, couldn't help but chuckle and said, "What's the point of this invention?"

"As long as I don't remember what I forgot, wouldn't this memory sphere always be red?"

Dolly shrugged and whispered in Hermione's ear, "So wizards really aren't very logical."

Seeing Dolly arrive, Harry, who had already eaten breakfast, turned to greet her.

Then I asked for some advice on riding flying broomsticks, since Dolly and Hermione's soaring flight yesterday was already a hot topic in the school.

Hermione then realized she was famous again, and covered her face in embarrassment, not wanting to say anything.

Dolly, however, said naturally, "You don't need to ask me that question. I believe you'll find it easy to get the hang of it."

"It's not that difficult, otherwise Hogwarts wouldn't only teach flying brooms in the first year."

"In other words, most people only need a few dozen lessons a year to learn it."

Even though Dolly said that, the young wizards who hadn't yet taken their flying lessons were still nervous and uneasy.

Dolly didn't say anything more, focused on eating, and then quickly headed towards Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although she already knew Quirrell wouldn't teach anything useful, attending his classes was still torture, since Dolly was a Ravenclaw student.

Their thirst for knowledge is definitely higher than that of ordinary people, which makes their attempts to take advantage of the situation even more intolerable.

In particular, Quiro's classroom was filled with the smell of garlic, which he said was to ward off a vampire he had met in Romania, fearing that the vampire might turn around and attack him.

He also said that his turban was a gift from an African prince who was thanking him for helping him get rid of a resurrected zombie.

But Dolly knew that Quirrell was trying to hide the rotting smell from the back of his head, and the turban was to prevent others from seeing Voldemort hidden there.

Dolly was actually quite nervous when she first saw Quirrell.

They were afraid that Voldemort might do something drastic, such as finding out she was Harry's sister and attacking her directly.

After the entire class, Dolly just wanted to cast a healing spell on Quirrell to see what kind of strange reaction the spell would have on the back of Quirrell's head.

It must be said that after this lesson, Dolly's fear of Voldemort lessened considerably.

At least until Voldemort is resurrected, Dolly has nothing to worry about... right?

After Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.