"I'm sorry; my friend is waiting for me there!"
When she turned to where he was looking, Cho Chang saw Hermione standing in the doorway.
"Oh, well, I'm glad I've met you." Cho looked a bit disappointed. She said in a gentle tone, "Goodbye, Evan!"
"Goodbye!" Evan waved.
"Who is that girl?" Hermione came over and looked suspiciously at Cho's back.
"Her name is Cho Chang and she's a fourth-year Ravenclaw student. I just accidentally knocked her over. I helped her pick up her candies, and she invited me to the Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop across the street…."
"Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?!" Hermione repeated it in a low voice, with her eyes narrowing. "She looks beautiful!"
"Yeah, she's really pretty…"
Evan felt that something was wrong. He hadn't finished his words yet, but Hermione, who was standing in front of him, suddenly looked a bit sad.
"Cho looks really good, but she's not my type." Evan said cautiously. "To me, you are always the most beautiful, Hermione!"
When she heard him, Hermione blushed and the tense atmosphere softened.
"This is so unlike you Evan!" Hermione said in a serious tone, but her face grinned. "You must have learned this from Vicky."
Vicky Frobisher is Evan's roommate and a handsome boy. He goes around chasing girls a lot, and has bad grades.
"I really think so."
Evan looked at Hermione seriously, thinking hard and trying to remember Vicky's tricks that he pulls off when talking to girls every night before going to bed.
"Okay, I'll believe you for the time being." Hermione was embarrassed and tried to avoid Evan's eyes.
The mood was awkward. Evan remembered that Vicky had said that such moments are crucial, and that he should use them to win the girl's heart. He must not give her an opportunity to sidestep.
But what should he do next?!
Before crossing over, Evan had no romantic expertise. He had no time to think about such a thing with all the studying and exams he had.
Even if he liked a girl, he would just look at her from afar.
Facing Hermione, Evan didn't know what to do, be he knew he needed to say something!
"Hermione, I…" Evan gathered his courage.
"Wait a minute, Evan!" Hermione seemed to have realized something and her eyes that were dodging Evan's regard gazed back at him. "You're too careless. You haven't been allowed to Hogsmeade by the school. If you're discovered, then you'd be..."
"Don't worry, I don't think that Cho is the kind of person who would go tell on me." Evan blinked, and the momentum and atmosphere that he had built up all collapsed in a second.
"Of course, she wouldn't, but what would you do if you were seen by Malfoy? You would be in big trouble, especially since we just offended Professor Snape this morning." Hermione said worriedly. "Hurry up; you should put on Harry's invisibility cloak."
Evan realized that Hermione was right. Right then, he saw from the shop window the trio of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. He quickly took out the invisibility cloak from his back and put it on his head.
Right when disappeared, he heard Malfoy's voice getting close.
"This year's Quidditch Cup belongs to Slytherin. Who would have thought that Potter would be so afraid of the Dementors? The next time they have a game, the three of us could just come in with Capes and scare him, he would fall off again and they'd have to install a parachute on his broomstick!"
Crabbe and Goyle snickered, Malfoy smirked. He felt better about what he said when he suddenly saw Hermione standing alone in the corner, and had a malicious smile on his pale face.
"In addition to that incident, my dad will attend a hearing organized by the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures in January to tell its members that I couldn't move my arm for three months!" Malfoy deliberately raised his voice. "I really hope I'll be able to take part of it when it happens, so I could see that stupid furry behemoth trying to defend that creature: It's not harmful! Really, it's safe!"
"Let's go, Evan!" Hermione ignored Malfoy.
She knew that he was just talking nonsense. With their recent efforts, both Hagrid and Buckbeak should be fine. There was no need to answer Malfoy.
Because of this, Malfoy must actually be Mad.
He squinted as Hermione walked past him. He seemed to have wanted to stop her, but he hesitated and did nothing.
Hermione was on her own here, with neither Evan nor Harry nor Ron by her side. Malfoy didn't want to look like he was bullying a girl.
"Think about it, when they cut off that stupid big-headed Hippogriff's head, I think he'd cry, ha-ha!" Malfoy deliberately said that, looking at Hermione's back as she was leaving.
Hearing Malfoy's laughter, Evan was enraged. Then he saw a barrel of Jelly Slugs on the side and suddenly had an idea.
"You open the door and wait for me a bit!" Evan whispered to Hermione.
This opportunity is too good to be missed.
He walked quietly behind Malfoy, aimed at his butt, pulled his foot back, and then kicked back with all he had!
Next thing you know, Malfoy was upside down with his head in the Jelly Slugs' barrel. The green juice was splattered everywhere.
His legs were struggling and he was screaming inside the barrel. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other in panic, and then went to try to pull him out.
The scene was a mess, and everyone in the shop looked at him in surprise and wondered why he would stuff his head into the slug barrel. After all, even if he likes that Candy so much, there's no reason for him to take it so far!
Ignoring the chaos behind him, Evan ran out of the Honeydukes Shop laughing, and thinking of how happy Harry and Ron would be when they hear about this. Unfortunately, Colin wasn't there. Otherwise, this would've made the cover of next week's newspaper.
"You shouldn't have done that Evan!" Said Hermione, while laughing and being worried at the same time. "If Malfoy finds out you're here…"
"I have the invisibility cloak on, Hermione. He can't see me. No one will know that it's my doing." Evan shivered, and noticed that he wasn't wearing a coat. "We need to find somewhere to go. How about the Three Broomsticks Inn? Butterbeer would be perfect in this weather!"
"It's better not to go there. That shop is so popular. Malfoy could also go there. We'd better go to Hog's Head Inn or…"
Across her thick scarf, Hermione suddenly saw a small teahouse on the corner that she had never noticed before. The sign on the outside read "Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop".
She still remembers what Evan said just now. Ravenclaw's Cho Chang just asked him to go there. Perhaps she should also have a look.
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"We can go there!" said Hermione, pointing to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and squinting. "This shop seems to be… very special!"
"Are you sure?!" Evan looked at the tea shop with surprise.
If it hadn't been just mentioned by Cho Chang, he would have never noticed this place. It was full of pink, pretty girlish ornaments, with cheesy lace, and frills. Evan doubted the owner's taste.
"Of course, I'm sure, hurry up and go in, Evan; I don't want other people to think I'm just standing alone in the snow." Hermione said, "It looks like it's cubicle inside, you shouldn't worry about being discovered, and you will be able to take off the cloak."
Evan and Hermione crossed the street and entered the small Tea Shop.
There was a sweet scent in the air. The tearoom was small and misty. It seemed that everything was decorated with frills or bows. Over every small round table was flying a golden cherub, and from time to time, it threw pink confetti over the people below.
They sat down at the only remaining round table, next to the steamed-up window.
Next to them was a big Christmas tree. Through the gaps between the leaves, a fifth year Hufflepuff boy could be seen. He was with a beautiful blond girl and they held hands.
Evan was a bit uncomfortable and Hermione too.
They seemed to have just discovered that there were only couples in the place, all holding hands.
"What do you take?" A middle-aged stout woman with a shiny black bun squeezed herself through the two tables.
"Two cups of coffee, please!" said Evan.
As he raised his head, his face was sprinkled with pink confetti by the golden cherub in mid-air.
While waiting for coffee, Evan noticed that the couple next to him began to kiss each other over the sugar bowl between them. He stuck his lips together and really wished they didn't do that.
Hermione apparently noticed it as well. She turned her head and looked at Evan's eyes, and then they looked away from each other in panic.
The atmosphere was very embarrassing. Evan was focused on not messing things up.
But he couldn't hold his imagination. He felt that the couple in front of them was making a model that Hermione would soon want to emulate.
He was not sure if he wanted to do so. He and Hermione have not yet reached this point.
According to the protocol, shouldn't the two confess to each other before doing such a thing?!
Evan said to himself: "I really like Hermione so much. Besides, since she invited me to come to this Tea Shop, shouldn't that be a hint?"
If so, should he take the initiative?!
Hermione's cheeks were so red, so lovely, just like a ripe apple, that anyone could not help but take a bite.
"No matter what, get over it!" Feelings of fear and excitement soared, and Evan was determined to swallow it.
His body leaned forward slightly, reached out and held Hermione's cold hands, and they instantly stopped breathing.
Hermione trembled slightly and seemed to want to pull her hands back, but she immediately stopped and let them go. Her face had never looked so red.
Her eyes blurred as she looked at Evan. The sweet scent in the air almost stopped her brain from thinking.
She saw Evan's body coming over, as if he was to do something. She wanted to dodge backwards, but her right hand was tightly held by his. Hermione's body trembled slightly; although this was not the first time she'd had her hands held by Evan, this time was exceptionally electrifying.
Hermione couldn't remember the precise moment in which this boy had taken her heart. Perhaps it was last year, when he protected her from the basilisk; or this year, when he faced over one hundred Dementors, in a time of fear and helplessness, or…
Before now, she had heard of this Tea Shop from other girls.
The Cho Chang's appearance gave her an inexplicable feeling of threat. She used to think that it was just an ordinary meeting place. She did not expect that everyone would be there….
She knew what Evan was going to do next, but she didn't feel offended at all. Yet, wasn't it too soon for that?
Her palms were all sweaty, and her heart thumped and flopped. She should stop Evan. They shouldn't do it, but she didn't have any strength.
She saw Evan getting closer and closer, and she could feel his breath.
The distance between the two of them was getting shorter and shorter…
Just as Evan's lips were about to touch Hermione's, Madam Puddifoot came over with two cups of coffee.
They hurriedly split up like kittens that had done something bad. The action of their movement was so big that they nearly turned the table over.
Madam Puddifoot said nothing, but the unfathomable smile on her face caused them to be embarrassed.
Evan's face was hot and he turned to look at the window.
Just then, through the thick water vapor, he saw the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid and two Aurors that he did not recognize proudly walking across the street. They six of them marched hard in the snow, and it seemed that they were going to the Three Broomsticks Inn across the street.
Evan hurriedly glanced at them and his attention was completely drawn to two short figures beside them: a big black dog and a ginger cat gliding through the street: they were Sirius Black and Crookshanks...
It was not surprising that Black was so bold that he appeared blatantly in Hogsmeade, and they passed by Fudge and Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Hagrid.
Black stopped and looked guiltily at the back of Fudge and the two Aurors.
"Oh, that's Crookshanks. What is it in Hogsmeade for?!"
Looking at were Evan was staring, Hermione saw Crookshanks through the window. She did not see Sirius Black because of her viewing angle.
"Wait, Hermione, I'll go and bring it back!"
Evan hurried up, and under the astonished eyes of Hermione and Madam Puddifoot, opened the door and rushed into the blizzard outside.
He didn't know why when he thought of Ron's recent unusual behaviours; he felt a sense of unease. Although he had a plan, it would be nice if he could contact Sirius Black before that.
On the street, the shadows of Black and Crookshanks disappeared on the corner of the street, leaving two rows of shallow and deep footprints on the thick snow.
Evan followed the footprints and came to the Owl Post Office. The inside was gloomy. There were owls on the shelves, at least 300 of them, ranging from common Great Greys to palm-sized Scoops owls.
Besides the owls, there was no one in the shop.
Black and Crookshanks seemed to be on the second floor, where there were the Post owls which were trained to bring postage from a distance.
Evan pulled out his wand. The post office had only one door. If he enters there, Black wouldn't have anywhere to go.
Evan did not know why Black had to send a letter, but it was indeed a good opportunity to make contact with him.