Hermione, who had paused in mid-air to catch her breath and was staring at her palm, assimilating that she would have to prepare some Murtlap Essence when she returned to her dormitory, barely registered the boy’s voice. She raised her head with a jerk, thinking she hadn’t heard him right. She met the young man’s stoic gaze before her. And, for the first time in her life, that look sent a shiver down her spine that didn’t feel unpleasant at all.