[HP] Born to be a pair

Chapter 58

At the end of the holiday, the Ministry of Magic opened a temporary Floo network channel for students returning to school.

But there are also some Muggle-born students who don't have a stove at home or students like Renee who can't be contacted, and the rest have to take the Hogwarts train back to school.

Perhaps it was because there were too few people on the train, she only took a few steps to find a compartment in the front compartment—quiet, comfortable, and lonely.

Renee thought with satisfaction, stuffed her suitcase into the shelf, and lay down in the booth in another position.

Fortunately, she was prepared and brought a copy of "Witch Weekly" to cope with this long time.

But the quiet atmosphere she enjoyed was quickly broken, and as the door of the carriage was suddenly opened, a wave of rough and rough boys rushed in.

"Hey, there's room here," the leader, Cormac McLaggen, yelled at his companions, looking back at her. "It's not Slytherin—come in."

Renee recognized him, a seventh year from Gryffindor who was also a member of the Slug Club and had gone to the Christmas feast with Hermione.

At his beckoning, Geoffrey Hooper, Rich Goode, and Jimmy Peakes all came in. They were all from Gryffindor, and Renee had seen it a few times.

But that wasn't an excuse for them to barge into her cubicle at will.

"I'm sorry," Renee said politely, snapping the magazine shut, "this was my first cubicle, and you guys broke in without first asking."

"Oh, that's what everyone does," McLaggen sat down beside Renee, and his tall and round figure immediately took up half of the booth.

"There are fewer people on the train, and everyone tends to sit in a compartment—you know, just in case."

"Why don't we go to the front compartment?" Hooper whimpered. "There are more people, and it's safer, isn't it?"

"It's because there are too many people, we can't sit down!" Gute said impatiently, "It's hard to find a suitable cubicle, please do me a favor and stop complaining."

"I'm sorry," Perks, who was the smallest, apologized nervously for his companion, "Please forgive me, everyone is worried about the dark wizard now."

Renee hadn't spoken yet, but McLaggen beside her suddenly patted her thick chest and shouted, "What's so scary about dark wizards? It only takes a few curses to get it done—if they really come Now, I alone can protect you cowards."

Renee, who was standing upright, noticed the simultaneous frowning of the three people across the way, as well as Gut's most obvious sense of boredom.

"And you—Renee Hawke, right?" McLaggen turned his head, looked up at Renee who got up, and raised his eyebrows at her triumphantly, "Yes, I remember you, we were in Saw it at the Slug Club."

"Great," Renee said perfunctorily, reaching for her suitcase. "Now, excuse me, I'm not afraid of dark wizards, so I need to find a quiet, empty cubicle."

No one else said anything, only McLaggen stared at her indifferent face for a moment, then got up and let her go out without saying anything.

The low-heeled leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor of the carriage, making a crisp knocking sound, and then there was the sound of opening——closing the compartment door.

"Ravenclaw, huh?" Hooper said pointedly.

"She's not like that with Longbottom," McLaggen said, looking a little eager to try. "Maybe she'll be impressed with my thrilling game, and I'll try again."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait to open the compartment door and left.

The rest of the people couldn't help but look at each other, and Gut couldn't help rolling his eyes again.

The scenery outside the window passed by in a hurry, leaving only mottled greenery, unmelted snow and clear sky.

Renee almost drew out her wand against such a beautiful view, and cast a jinx—even a forbidden spell—on the chattering man sitting across from her.

But she can't do that... Ever since she used the Killing Curse that time, she has been strictly demanding herself, and she must not let her indifference towards the three forbidden curses continue to live.

"... how?" McLaggen finally finished his thrilling story with the Quaffle, and stared at her expectantly, complacently,

"I heard that you are single again. If you like Quidditch, maybe you can come and see me training?"

"Where did you hear that?" Renee asked.

"A lot of people know about it," McLaggen said. "The news came from Longbottom, and as one of the protagonists, it's still convincing enough."

"You mean, he told a lot of people that we broke up?"

"Well—he didn't say so, but it's all very grateful for the obvious,"

McLaggen leaned back, his thick arms slung over the back of the chair, with an uncomfortable smile on his face, as if he thought he was acting in style.

"On the first morning of the holidays, when everyone was on the train home, he searched every compartment for you - some people say you should spend the holidays at school, but now that you're here, I think It must have been avoiding him."

"He's really looking for me?" A faint smile appeared on Renee's face, and she blinked involuntarily.

"He yelled 'Renee Hawk' into almost every cubicle, so he probably wasn't giving up on you dumping him," he said.

McLaggen seemed to express regret to Neville, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed,

"What do you say? Do you want to come to my training match next week? I can show you the most exciting ball-catching skills."

"I don't think so," Renee said with a smile, reopening the half-read "Witch Weekly" in her hand,

"I remember you lost to Ron Weasley in the Gryffindor goalkeeper trial. It's a training match that doesn't belong to the school team. I don't think I need to watch it at all."

When the Hogwarts Express stopped at the terminal, McLaggen and his companions got off the train first, and angrily smashed the suitcase in his hand.

Against the fiery red of the roses and the orange of the tabby lilies, the woods around the castle and the snow on the leaves of the plants in the courtyard shone brightly.

Even in her warm leather shoes and woolen socks, Renee felt the chill from the damp earth as she got out of the carriage.

"Hello, Renee," a few Ravenclaw students who walked to the library in the corridor greeted her, "Have you enjoyed the Christmas holiday?"

"Great," Renee said cheerfully. "How are you doing?"

"It's no different than usual, but there are fewer people staying in school than usual."

"Oh, of course, many people have dropped out of school, don't you know?"

"Of course I know! My mother also told me to drop out of school... She would rather I go to Durmstrang..."

As they walked away, whispering, a beam of brass sunlight hit Renee's face, casting a shadow over her green eyes.

She pursed her lips tightly, as if she was thinking about something, but the sound of footsteps interrupted her contemplation.

The sound of hurried steps crushing on the soft snow, the panting sound of running too fast, the coughing sound of drinking a few mouthfuls of cold wind, and the most trembling voice of her heart.

"Renee Hawke."

Renee turned around slowly, a breeze mixed with snowflakes brushed her cheeks, causing the loose scarf around her neck to be blown up.

The end of the scarf embroidered with the sky blue and bronze Ravenclaw crest was blown towards Neville Longbottom across from her.

He paused slightly, reached out and grabbed the scarf, gently stroked the uneven badge pattern with his thumb, and looked at her with the same sky blue eyes.

"Where are you from?" Renee asked.

"Professor McGonagall's office," Neville replied, "the Ministry of Magic has set up a short back-to-school passage, connected to my stove."

"Then why did you come to the courtyard?"

Neville was silent for a moment, seemingly pondering how to respond.

It was quiet all around them. No one would like to be outside for long in this weather.

Only sparrows hopped and twittered on the damp Roman columns and black branches nearby.

"I'm here to let you know that I've figured out one thing."

While Renee was staring at the lively sparrows, Neville suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?" she asked again, and turned to stare at the end of the scarf that he kept rubbing in his hand.

"That's -- when I'm convinced that someone is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, the sooner that rest of my life starts the better."

It was said so firmly and affectionately that Neville had finally learned not to tremble while speaking, and Renee had finally brought her eyes back to Neville's face.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the snowflakes falling around, the chirping sparrows and the suddenly lit kerosene lamp seemed to be no longer important.

"I have something to tell you too." Renee said, licking her frozen lips.

Regarding the combination of the Time Turner and the Killing Curse, she misunderstood how to crack it since the first resurrection, and kept approaching the original intention of every boy...

She told him everything, in that cramped, metallic, faintly sweet little room where she hid from others, the little room under the stairs where they first met.

"So," said Neville in a daze, "now that the Time-Turner is gone and your curse is lifted?"

"I think so," Renee said. "Even if it wasn't undone, I would... still have you."

Neville's eye sockets turned red, and he let out a heavy sigh of relief, as if a huge piece of granite fell to the ground after learning that she would not die.

"About Notepad..."

Renee pursed her lips again, took out the sinful black notepad from her schoolbag, and gently put it into Neville's hands.

"It's my stupid, mean, selfish past, and even if I did learn the invisibility spell, I couldn't erase it from my life and yours.

It's just a notepad with words, but my messy, dark past is still there. "

Under the dim light, Neville stared at the notepad in his hand with a confused expression. He only needed to stretch out a finger to open the corner of this vicious, selfish and dark story.

But he didn't do that, he just put the cold notepad aside and held Renee's warm hands.

"I don't care about your past, the people you've had—well, kind of—but I mean, it's the past with them that makes you who you are.

You're just different, a lonely weirdo who learned from love and bits and pieces, and I'm weird too, from a young age, and... I fell in love with you without my consent. "

Renee wanted to open her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again. She once again stepped into the unfathomable ocean hidden in his eyes, the inclusive, wide, calm blue sea.

And the fundus of her eyes was also slightly moist, and a feeling of soreness climbed up to her chest involuntarily, which made her take a deep breath.

"They don't deserve all the credit for who I am," Renee said tremblingly.

"what?"

"And you, Neville. It was you who gave me the courage to be sincere, and let me understand that lies can't solve all problems, and the kind of pain that I suffer from lying to the person I really love. .”

The two hands are gathered together like flower buds, and the two pairs of eyes are looking straight into each other's eyes. The bodies of the two people are getting closer, and the two lonely and weird hearts start to beat wildly.

Perhaps the still-sweet taste of the alcohol made them dizzy, but this time no one tried to unscrew the knob and rush out.

The author has something to say:

In fact, this chapter was coded a long time ago... Jinjiang collapsed and has been unable to woo woo.

btw, this chapter is suitable for listening to the song "TheFirstContact" on a loop!

First Kiss is the song of the same name in Sophie Marceau's movie, super classic.