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Chapter 568: Why Did You Call Me Out So Late?
Chapter 568: Why Did You Call Me Out So Late?
"Come on, Ivan, you can do it! We won’t bother you anymore!" George patted Ivan on the shoulder and left with Fred, who had his arm around George’s shoulder.
Ivan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. However, he didn’t bother to stop them and explain. He just let them think whatever they wanted and headed straight back to the dormitory.
As he pushed open the door, he heard a murmur of voices from inside.
Getting closer, he realized that Ron, Harry, Seamus, and others were discussing the candidates for the Triwizard Tournament champion, even Neville had timidly chimed in a few times.
It seemed that the number of young wizards eager for this honor was more than he had expected.
Ivan shook his head inwardly. Except for Hermione, everyone else seemed to have forgotten the danger Dumbledore had mentioned. If they knew the first task of the Triwizard Tournament involved fighting fire dragons, they might not be so enthusiastic.
"Ivan, have you and George come up with a way to bypass the age limit?" Ron asked eagerly as soon as he saw Ivan enter.
Harry, Seamus, and the others also looked at Ivan with anticipation.
"Not yet, it’s not that easy," Ivan hesitated for a moment, then lied casually.
While he had some ideas, he didn’t plan to reveal them.
Firstly, the Triwizard Tournament was too dangerous and was connected to Voldemort’s plans for resurrection. Even the outstanding graduate Cedric had perished. It was not something a fourth-year student could handle.
Secondly, he didn’t trust Ron’s big mouth, and Seamus was a real storyteller who often exaggerated his adventures. If they knew how to bypass the age limit, it wouldn’t take long for the whole school to find out.
Once Dumbledore learned about it, he would surely plug the loophole, and Ivan would be out of luck.
So, he casually brought up that George and Fred were planning to try the Ageing Potion to divert Harry and the others' attention.
"An Ageing Potion? That’s a good idea!" Ron’s eyes lit up, and he immediately said that if George succeeded, he would do the same.
Ivan didn’t join Harry and the others in their discussion. Instead, he walked to his trunk and took out a parchment filled with revisions.
He had written it last night, but because he had slept in today, he hadn’t had the chance to give it to Asia personally.
"Dobby!" Ivan clapped his hands and called out.
The next moment, the House-Elf Dobby appeared beside him.
Ivan placed the parchment in an envelope and handed it to Dobby. "Give this to my mother. Also, prepare some food and bring it to me at ten o'clock tonight!"
"Yes, sir!" Dobby nodded earnestly, took the envelope, and snapped his fingers, disappearing on the spot.
At 9:50 PM, the Gryffindor boys' dormitory was silent.
The exhaustion from a day of train travel had even the most energetic young wizards going to bed early.
Ivan quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake Harry and the others, and slowly opened the door, heading towards the Gryffindor common room.
Thunder rumbled outside, and large raindrops pattered against the windows, making a loud noise.
Thanks to his good eyesight, Ivan could see clearly in the dark. Upon entering the common room, he precisely waved his wand to light the fireplace.
"**Incendio!**"
A vivid orange flame rose, dispelling the cold and darkness of the rainy night. Ivan walked to the armchair in front of the fireplace and sat down. Dobby promptly placed several plates of food on the table in front of Ivan.
"Strange, it's already ten o'clock, and Hermione hasn't arrived yet?" Ivan glanced at the clock, muttering to himself, puzzled.
Just as Ivan was wondering if Hermione had forgotten about their meeting, he heard a noise from the stairs above.
A few seconds later, Hermione, dressed in her nightgown, descended the stairs. Her face, illuminated by the fireplace, was slightly flushed.
"So late, what did you call me out for?" Hermione looked around the Common Room, noticing that only she and Ivan were there, and asked softly.
"Have you eaten anything all evening? Aren't you hungry now?" Ivan smiled, pointing to the plates of pastries on the table. "Here! I prepared these for you!"
Only after Ivan's reminder did Hermione notice the plates of pastries on the table.
As Ivan had said, she had been hungry all afternoon and evening, but she had been holding out, determined to stick to her principles.
Even so, Hermione hesitated for a moment before speaking softly. "Did you get these pastries from the kitchen?"
Clearly, the young witch was still uncomfortable with food made through "slave labor."
"I had Dobby make them specially. That's not slave labor, right? I paid him a salary!" Ivan, understanding Hermione's concerns, shrugged and explained.
"Of course not!" Hermione's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes locking onto Ivan for a moment before she quietly said, "Thank you."
"Go ahead and eat, or it will get cold!" Ivan replied with a smile.
"Okay!" Hermione nodded, happily sitting down next to Ivan. She picked up a fork and began eating a syrup fruit pie, taking small, delicate bites, unlike her usual demeanor.
Ivan sat beside her, watching her, occasionally joining in to eat a few pieces himself.
The young witch had clearly just taken a bath, and the pleasant, fresh scent emanating from her made Ivan's nose tingle.
Under Ivan's gaze, Hermione felt a bit flustered, her cheeks warming from the fireplace's gentle heat.
She turned her face away, quickly changing the subject to complain about her return to the dormitory, where she had tried to explain her anti-discrimination views on House-elves but was mocked by Parvati and the others.
Although she was talking about unpleasant things, Hermione's face remained sweet and smiling. The fact that Ivan had remembered she might be hungry and had specially prepared these pastries for her in the middle of the night warmed her heart.
She even thought that Ivan must have had something urgent to attend to during the holidays, and it wasn't intentional that he forgot to send her a letter, just like last time.
"Sir! Your pastries!" Dobby placed the last two plates on the table and began clearing away the empty plates.
Dobby's arrival snapped Hermione out of her thoughts.
The young witch refocused on her cause, looking at Dobby and then at Ivan. She sighed and said, "If only all Wizards treated House-elves the way you treat Dobby!"
(End of Chapter)
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