Hermione stroked her hair and said, "Long time no see, Felix."

...

Outside the cinema, people came and went on the street. Felix and Hermione came out with the crowd. It was dusk at this moment. It seemed that it had just rained, and even the air was wet. The puddles on the ground reflected the sky mixed with the soft sunset.

The two stood at the door of the cinema. For a while, no one spoke. The moviegoers passed by them, and discussed the plot enthusiastically while walking.

“It’s so wonderful!”

"But why didn't Felix Hepp appear?"

"He is going to join the company in the second year. Have you not seen the end of the movie? The person who applied for joining the company should be him-" the girl asked for advice: "I heard that many actors recommend themselves, even if the crew said he has fewer scenes."

"Oh, I would rather see his independent movie, he is a legend!"

"How about you say Bradley Fitzgerale plays Felix Happ?"

"No!" the woman said fiercely: "His chin is too round, and she looks like a blacksmith..."

The two left talking and laughing.

Hermione pursed her lips and laughed.

"Seriously, I want to see your independent film, too."

"You know I don't like it," Felix shook his head slightly, staring at her with light blue eyes, and said: "I rarely appear in public in recent years and basically stay in school. It's not only because of personality, but also for a more realistic reason: I'm too conspicuous, unless I plan to turn the magic world into my own one-man show, it's better to restrain my own sharpness."

Sharp? Hermione thought of the conversation with Ms. Bones during the day, "The Sword of Damocles? The Swordholder?"

Felix said with a little distress, "People seem to have accepted this statement easily and put me in the position of the second generation of sword holders... But compared to other more exaggerated titles, I think it's not bad, and it implies the expectations of the people: neither the sword of Damocles nor the person holding the sword will show it to others easily, but only for deterrent purposes."

"—But no one can ignore his existence." Hermione smiled brightly, but she set up a language trap in her heart. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to ask, is Professor McGonagall okay?"

"Mileva is very good, and occasionally teaches open classes to students; but she is usually busy-" Felix said, and Hermione looked over quickly, with an inquiring look in her eyes, and she pressed step by step: "I really surprised me, I remember that when Principal Dumbledore was there, she was very busy."

Felix said uneasyly: "Well, Miss Granger—"

"Call me Hermione."

"Well, Hermione," Felix paused for a moment, finding an excuse for his lazy behavior, and of course the truth. "This is indeed strange. Perhaps there is a saying that explains this phenomenon: Minerva is too conscientious, and a little bit of the problem will attract her attention, and for Dumbledore and I, well, we are more willing to observe it around for a while and expose the problem more thoroughly, like..."

"Like the hostess who are quarreling over housework," Hermione continued, "it is not necessarily that one is lazy or unwilling to care about the other, but that the two have different criteria for 'clean' and have not reached a consensus." After that, she stared at him with a bright look.

Felix was stunned, "This is not a metaphor that I thought of, but it is very wise to live."

"You know too little about this." Hermione blurted out. After saying that, her face became hot, like the sunset in the sky. She lowered her head, only a red forehead was revealed, and said in a weak mosquito sound: "I only knew it after observing my parents, I want..."

Felix looked at her steadily, as if he was looking at a difficult magic puzzle.

"I'm going to travel," he said suddenly.

"What?"

"Travel." Felix signaled his suitcase and newspaper with his eyes, "The distance from Mars to Earth has reached the closest time, so I'm going to go up and take a look." Then he asked in a gentle tone: "I remember you said - well, I just came back from the moon at that time - you said, if there is still a chance next time, I want to follow him to see..." He suddenly felt his mouth dry and his heart beat faster.

He could control a magic that enveloped the entire city, but he was helpless in the situation in front of him and could not know the answer in advance. At this time, an irrelevant thought suddenly appeared in his mind: you must master the magic of time.

He pretended to be calm and said:

"...Of course, so long has passed, you may have forgotten that many people have had impulsive thoughts when they were young, and they gradually disappeared... But if your thoughts have not changed, they are still willing..."

"I do!" Hermione shouted with her head raised.

“…I want to invite you together.”

Silence. Then a strong desire surged into my heart. Felix took a big step, embracing Hermione in the afterglow of the sunset and the brilliant glow, and their shadows snuggled together. It seemed as if the whole world had quieted down, drizzled and neon lights became hazy in the rain. After a long time, the two looked at each other and then laughed together.

Passers-by sent blessings. They looked no different from other lovers, except for the topic of discussion, which was a bit terrifying.

"How far is Mars...from us?"

"It's about 60 million kilometers."

"It sounds so far away, there are only two of us-"

"Shi!"

“——Oh, and Valen.”

"Actually, it's only two days away..."
Chapter completed!