[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

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A private name appears only twice.

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The contract memes have their origins, space writers challenge bots, and the private little devil is almost like a magic lantern.

Don't worry about why you can go to the Quidditch match, just treat it as a service for love. [You] are set up as a little devil who was born to rely on hearsay and no one taught him anything. He knows some things but doesn't understand what they mean.

Welcome little loving little blue hands and comments, support questions and comments~

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Oliver Wood is so good-looking.

You hide deep in the flowers, peel off some leaves and look at him from the gap. The young man in home clothes was humming an unknown ditty and watering the flowers with a kettle. He seemed to be in a good mood.

The facial features between a boy and a young man are mixed with the taste of greenness and maturity, just like a pot of flowers about to bloom, which makes you unable to take your eyes away and seems to be taken away by him.

Is this person really not your kind? Why does he seem to capture your eyes faster than those of his kind who are born with charm magic? Obviously the faces of those succubi were countless times more delicate than his, but there was never a succubus that made your eyes go straight and your heart beat fast out of your chest.

This is the fourth day you have been hiding in the Wood's house. As a new demon who has just been allowed to come out to find your contractor, with just a casual glance, you were left in this yard before you even stepped out of the UK.

Seeing Wood putting away the kettle after watering the flowers and planning to go back to the house, your plan to strike up a conversation on the fourth day was about to be ruined by your hesitation.

Oh Satan, you are a devil, why are you so timid to a human being? If your fellow tribe members find out, you will be laughed at for a long time.

You fluttered the wings on your back angrily, and your wings powerfully knocked off a few leaves and fell on your head, covering your sight for a while. You had no choice but to let go of your hands that were plucking the gaps in the leaves to expand your field of vision, and instead brushed away the leaves above your head that were blocking your view.

However, when your eyes became clear, you were face to face with the handsome face you had been looking at for four days - just when your hair was messy and you hadn't had time to fix your appearance.

"you you!!!!"

You took a few breaths, and even though you didn't hold back from screaming, your voice was sharp and harsh due to excessive surprise, which was not pleasant to say the least.

So when you realized this, you immediately shut up and flapped your little wings to fly to the same height as his head.

"Wow." He raised his eyebrows in interest, "One with wings..."

Oliver Wood didn't immediately match you with the magical animals he could still remember in his mind. He paused and asked, "What are you?"

Keen golfers have long sensed that there is a gaze that follows him every day. Every time he looks for it, he misses it. If you hadn't been distracted by yourself and didn't check for a while, he wouldn't have caught you.

His brown eyes were a little curious. When he looked at you, he threw you into the ocean of honey, swallowing up the remaining sanity in your already inflexible brain, and staining your exposed skin inch by inch. On red.

"Evil... devil!" You shouted a little loudly, almost biting your tongue, "It's the devil who came to sign a contract with you!"

The little girl, who is only about the size of a palm, is wearing common Muggle clothes. She has a delicate and beautiful little face with red cheeks and messy hair like a bird with fried feathers. She is so cute that she doesn't look aggressive at all.

In the past, you stuttered out the sentences that tempted people to sign a contract in the book, which really had no credibility at all.

Wood couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Okay, little devil." He reached out and touched your wings carefully, seemingly not paying attention to what you said about signing the contract. "My mother made some cookies for lunch. Maybe you will be interested. Eat some?"

You were led into the room by him and sat on the plate chewing sweet biscuits, feeling deeply that you had embarrassed the devil clan.

The charming, dangerous, and cunning image established by your fellow tribesmen was completely shattered when you spoke to Wood, and your wings drooped down.

Since there are really not many cookies left, you don’t choose to change back to normal size. The palm-sized prototype will be more enjoyable to eat. You must know Mrs. Wood’s craftsmanship and you can appreciate it from the fragrance floating out of the window these days. One or two.

"Are you really a devil?"

Wood was lying not far from you, watching you gulp down your food, "Do devils also need to eat?"

You choked, "Devils are also alive, Mr. Wood."

To survive, one must also pay attention to the Basic Law.

Knowing that he had asked a stupid question, Wood touched his nose sheepishly: "Sorry, sorry, so what's your name?"

This brings us to the real question.

You swallowed the cookie and wiped the crumbs from the corner of your mouth: "The name is a contract."

"For demons, real names can restrain our behavior." Even the knowledgeable ones can use names to end our lives. Of course, you swallowed the last sentence.

"If you want to know my name, you have to make a contract with me." You said, "Is there anything you want? Treasure, power, strength? As long as I can give you, you can sign the contract."

Wood smiled and shook his head, "I just want to treat you to a cookie, little devil."

He didn't seem to be moved by what you said at all, and he didn't ask further questions after knowing that he couldn't tell you his name. He just picked up a biscuit and ate it.

"Of course I will get what I want myself," he said. "The price of random gifts is quite high - we have read a lot of storybooks since we were young."

"How long are you going to be a guest?" Wood asked.

He just followed the etiquette of a host and entertained you warmly. Although you didn't seem to be in any danger and were very friendly, who could guarantee that?

You bit your lip, "Can't I stay? I mean, can't I sign a contract with you?"

If he doesn't need you, you have no reason to stay. The wizards' spells can drive you away and harm you. You can get a delicious afternoon tea because of the kindness of Oliver Wood.

"Little devil, I don't need anything." He reached out and touched your head, "You go find someone else."

It was the first time you wanted to sign a contract with someone and you were rejected. It was a huge shock to you. Tears rolled down your eyes one by one after a few circles. You cried so hard that you couldn't see anything.

He didn't expect you to cry whenever you asked, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. Quidditch took up too much of his school time, leaving no room for him to fall in love or get in touch with more girls. He didn't know how to coax people, let alone a little devil girl the size of a palm.

Wood pulled out a tissue and hesitantly wiped your tears. Unexpectedly, the force used was a bit too strong for the little devil, and he suddenly pushed the little devil who was sitting and crying until he had no strength, onto the table.

You were in pain and stopped crying for a while, then cried louder because of the additional pain in your body.

He laughed hastily, and he didn't know if it was because you looked so funny and cute. He helped you sit up with two fingers and wiped your face gently.

"Okay." His voice was a little overwhelmed, "I have to ask my parents if they can keep you. I will start school, and you can't follow me to Hogwarts."

You only heard the first half of the sentence, but the implication was that he would not refuse you to stay.

The young man looked down at you helplessly, "But I can't sign a contract - don't cry!"

The crying that had stopped just because of the previous sentence became louder again.

The adults received you warmly after returning home from work. They have more knowledge than the students at school, so they have naturally heard of devilish things like you.

Mr. Wood commented on his son's good luck with a smile, "She has no ill intentions. She can't do anything without a contract. Contract demons are often said to represent good luck. After all, as long as you can afford the price, she can Give you everything you want!"

The slightly fat man knew what kind of temper his son was like, so he naturally wasn't worried that he would pursue something unrealistic. "You really don't want anything? She accepted the price in money."

Wood thought for a moment and asked you: "What if I want Nimbus 2001? What is the price?"

"The price is the same as in the store. I can't conjure it up out of thin air... I can only buy it for you."

He shrugged at you, "Then there's really nothing I want."

Wood was unwilling to sign a contract with you, and you were unwilling to leave, so you stayed at his house.

You lived in the hut prepared for you by Mrs. Wood. A small room made of a small wooden box was placed in Wood's room at your request. The guest room was too empty for you, who is as big as your palm.

They don’t know everything about contract demons. They didn’t expect you to grow older, so they immediately ignored the issue of gender. You were never taught these things since you were a child. You were born and raised, and you are ignorant about men and women. You just wanted to stick to Wood. Although the Woods and his wife were hesitant, you still managed to stay in Wood's room.

"Little devil, what's the difference between flying by yourself and riding a broom?"

He sat on the broom and put you in the pocket of his sweater. The little devil always clung to him, and his little wings flapped too slowly. After a few times, he had to put you in his pocket like a doll.

"Is there any difference?" You poked your head to look at him, "Are they all flying?"

Being born with wings, you have never ridden on a broom or other means of transportation, so you don’t know what it’s like.

"It would be nice if you were older, I would take you to ride a broom." He felt a little pity, "You can't fly very fast, it will definitely not be as fun as riding a broom."

Oh...should I tell him that I can get bigger?

Feeling the oncoming wind, you thought seriously.

You don't know if you are good-looking among humans. What should you do if Oliver doesn't like it when you grow up?

At least the small prototype is still cute, and many tribesmen who have been to the outside world will praise you.

You hesitated but didn't say it.

In addition to daily watering activities, Wood spent most of his time riding a broom. After you used magic to throw a few balls, you were caught by him. As a training member of the goalkeeper, you had to stay until dusk every day before being let go by him. Pass.

"The little devil is so powerful."

Every time he would tap your nose and praise you like this, you would hide in his pocket in shame and not come out for a while.

No one, or he has no friends, can accept his obsession, except you who can't wait to stick to him every day. Some friends have come here, and Mr. Wood has also been there for sparring, but without exception, they all waved their hands tiredly due to Wood’s enthusiasm.

"You are the only one who can stand him." Mrs. Wood called her son to eat and once again received the response of "Wait a while". This woman who looked similar to Wood but was more gentle smiled and wiped your dark face, " It would be great if you..."

The lady was also very worried that her son, who had not yet been in love at his age, would really spend the rest of his life with the Quaffle, and the standards had been lowered from a list of one by one to as long as they had each other, as long as they liked each other.

She does not discriminate against foreign races, and there are many people who marry Veela, right? After being together for so long, she naturally knows that you, the Contract Demon, are really as pure as a piece of white paper, and only like Wood.

Mrs. Wood, with a little caution, allowed you to get close to her, and besides her teammates, her son, who barely had the word love in his mind, was the only close friend of the opposite sex like you.

Although it looks like a doll...

You didn't understand what Mrs. Wood wanted to say, and looked at the flying figure in the sky in confusion.

Oliver Wood is so good looking!

After watching it for who knows how many days, you can still only come to this conclusion.

A boy who was immersed in Quidditch during the holidays didn't think about his holiday homework until the beginning of school. He wailed and threw himself on the parchment, racking his brains to pick out the subject knowledge needed for the homework from the pile of Quidditch knowledge. .

You said that you could complete all your holiday homework as long as you signed a contract, but he poked your head to tell you not to cause trouble.

When you are studying, you are most sleepy. You sit on the pile of books and watch Wood's head move bit by bit like fishing, and the words in his pen are erratic like ghosts, until finally he can't hold on and collapses.

A cooling spell was cast on the room, so the temperature was on the low side. You stared at his sleeping face in ecstasy for a long time before you remembered that humans could catch a cold. But without signing the contract, you don't have enough strength. The floating spell you used can't move the body of the young boy who loves to exercise at all, and it's even less possible to move the prototype's small arms and legs.

You hesitated and glanced at the small skirt you were wearing. It was sewed by Mrs. Wood for you to change - you just need to make the dress bigger and transform it, shouldn't be difficult, right?

It doesn't happen often that you get bigger, and you're not very skilled in the business. Fortunately, you didn't make your clothes a weird size, and they just fit right.

As an adult, you may still be petite compared to Wood, but the sight of your usually palm-sized body is already very strange. You looked at your hands, and then at the room, which suddenly became much smaller, touching left and right in novel ways.

You look closer at Wood. The boy is sleeping peacefully and is well-behaved, with a little blush on his face.

Maybe he was riding a broom in his dream. Wood was talking about Snitch, Quaffle and so on, and also mentioned a few names. You listened carefully and didn't understand, so you curled your lips and leaned down to hug him, wanting to Drag him to the bed and cover him with a quilt to sleep.

It’s really heavy!

The little devil, who had never done any rough work, broke out in a sweat and finally put the muscular boy on the bed. His hands were pinned under him and he couldn't take them out at once.

You had no choice but to lie on top of him, panting and twisting in an attempt to free your hands quickly without waking Wood up. The weight of the two of them made your bones moan.

"little devil?"

Maybe it was because your hand was touching the ground that he felt uncomfortable. Wood called out to you in a daze, then groped for a moment and put his hand around your back - his eyes widened and he suddenly woke up.

There shouldn't be someone in his arms? !

Wood jumped up and sat up. You were so frightened that you almost fell off the bed, but he subconsciously grabbed you back. Then he quickly put you on the edge of the bed and sat down as if you had touched hot lava. To touch you.

The excitement of seeing a beautiful woman in his arms as soon as he woke up was so great that his whole body turned red and he huddled on the bedside hugging the quilt without even daring to look at you.

Oh Merlin, he realized now that the person living in his room was not an elf or something, but a girl! She is a pretty, delicate and soft girl! Not a pet!

If you are a small person, he will ignore your gender just like a cat or a dog, but the same cannot be said for an adult person.

Wood quietly raised his head. The girl he placed beside the bed thought she had done something wrong and was disgusted by him. She tilted her head and started to cry.

The devil is beautiful, no doubt beautiful. His body shape is cute and delicate like a doll, his adult face is even more breathtakingly beautiful, and his crying is like a work of art.

"Don't cry, don't cry!" He hurriedly tried to wipe your tears, but when he touched the warm skin, he retracted his hand in shock, "I don't hate you! I just-"

He scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

However, the girl's eyes were full of accusations against him. He cursed in his heart, hugged you and patted your back.

"I don't hate you, I promise!"

Wood can only coax you by saying these words over and over again.

Later, he also knew that you were worried that he would catch a cold and could not use the floating magic to hug him. He blushed and knocked on his mother's door in the middle of the night, explaining the situation and asking you to move to the guest room.

"Oh! My dear!" Mrs. Wood was also startled when she looked at you in your adult form. Then she looked at her son's face, and then at you with red eyes, and suddenly realized something.

He could have asked you to change back and continue to treat you like a cat or dog, but Wood asked you to move out almost without thinking.

Mrs. Wood, who had tidied the guest room for you, felt soft when she saw you curled up in the quilt, and touched your hair.

"Do you like Oliver?" she asked.

"I like it." You pinched the corner of the quilt aggrievedly, "I want to be with him forever."

"Like me and my husband?" she asked again.

You know that term, you've heard it mentioned by your peers occasionally.

"Husband and wife?" You asked hesitantly, "Can I always be by his side?"

Mrs. Wood laughed dumbly, "Although it is possible, you have to love him and he has to love you before you can be husband and wife."

Human beings are very complex animals. They have classified all their emotions into names. This one is called love, this one is called hate, this one is gratitude, and that one is jealousy.

The little devil hasn't met many people, but you don't think you can like anyone more than Oliver.

"Then I love him." You smiled with crooked eyebrows and held the hand of the lady in front of you coquettishly, "Does he love me?"

Mrs. Wood touched your head again, "You have to wait until Oliver tells you this. No one can answer it for him."

After this night, you moved to the guest room. No matter how coquettishly you roll around, you can't live back in Wood's room, even if it becomes smaller.

Mrs. Wood said you looked good when you got bigger. You turned to look at Wood to get his opinion, but you saw the boy almost buried his head in the plate, just poking at the fried eggs.

So on the first morning when the little devil grew older, his mouth was curled up and he was extremely unhappy.

"Why can't I come along!" You frowned and stared at Wood who was sitting on the broom, "You could stay in your pocket before!"

He didn't hesitate to reject your attempt to shrink the bag and keep it in his pocket. When asked why, he stumbled for a long time and couldn't explain the reason.

"Then I want to ride the broom with you!" You folded your little wings and grabbed his broom handle, "If you keep avoiding me, I'll cry for you!"

"Okay..." Wood got a headache when he saw your red eyes, "Just fly for a while, you can fly by yourself later."

You happily sat on the front of his broom.

In order to hold the broom and control its direction, he almost held you in his arms. The sweet and greasy cookie smell flowed into his nose uncontrollably. No matter what Wood did, he felt bad. He simply pretended that you didn't exist - you are petite anyway. It barely blocks the view.

He had never felt that time in the sky was so difficult. He took you flying for a while and then put you back on the ground regardless of your obstruction, letting you show your wings and fly by yourself.

He can only be normal for a while when he is guarding the goal. At that time, his brain that is immersed in Quidditch cannot think about the fact that you have become an adult by his side. At other times, he will become very strange as soon as he touches you. , nothing like Oliver at all.

However, he did promise over and over again that he didn't hate you, which was what he said most often after you shed tears a few times.

The first day of school at Hogwarts soon came. With tears in your eyes, you and Mr. and Mrs. Wood sent him off to the Hogwarts Express. You saw the boy quickly squeezing onto the train, looking like he wanted to escape early.

Without Wood around, you are like a flower without nutrients. You count on your fingers how long it will take for him to come back, but the days are always far away no matter how you calculate them.

One month can be tolerated, two months can be tolerated.

But in the third month, you can't take it anymore!

You left a note for Mr. and Mrs. Wood and chased them to Hogwarts.

You knew that most people didn't like seeing your wings, so you put them away as soon as you stepped onto campus. You wandered around the campus in a daze for a while and grabbed a pair of identical red-haired teenagers holding brooms.

"Where is Oliver Wood?" You thought for a moment about Wood telling you to speak politely, and immediately added, "Do you know where Oliver Wood is?"

Two teenagers who looked exactly the same looked at each other, and unexpectedly saw the words "problem" in each other's eyes.

It is impossible for such a beautiful face not to have some popularity, and there are not many girls who can call Wood by his Christian name.

Thinking about their poor captain, who always subconsciously shouted "little devil" and then blushed remorsefully during this period, the twins guessed your identity in an instant.

"Maybe you are the little devil lady?"

"The little evil lady that Oliver talks about every day?"

You raised your eyebrows impatiently: "So do you know where Oliver is?"

The twins took you to the Quidditch pitch.

This is your first time in this kind of place, even though you have heard about it countless times from Wood.

In his eyes, there is probably no place more beautiful than the Quidditch pitch, where there are blue and orange skies, green grass, and waves of wanton wind.

The red-haired twins flew to the left and right to the boy who was concentrating on practicing. He didn't know what he said. He punched them both and flew straight towards you.

"Oliver!"

You pounced on him and hung on his neck like a baby: "I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Behind him were the kind smiles of his teammates. With the remaining dignity of the captain, Wood turned back and glared threateningly, then carried you towards a place with fewer people.

"Why are you here?" He sighed, "You can't come in and out of Hogwarts at will."

"I miss you." You looked at him eagerly, "So just sign the contract with me as soon as possible, so that I won't be able to find you."

In the past, he always laughed it off when discussing this topic, but this time, to your surprise, Wood remained silent as if he was thinking about something, and did not vaguely discuss the contract.

! has hope!

"Do you have what you want now?" You hugged his arm, "Hurry up and tell me!"

He thought for a while, then lowered his head and stared into your eyes.

"your hands."

He said so.

Demons can regenerate their limbs, but that will consume a lot of magic power and take a long time.

You don't think that asking for hands is a bloody thing. Your hands are so beautiful. It's not surprising that Wood would like them.

"Cut it for you now?" you asked.

Wood was startled by your idea and quickly added: "I don't want your hand, but I need you to lend me your hand for a while."

Hearing this, you took your hand back, okay. In fact, it is very painful to cut off your hand. It would be best not to cut it off.

He carefully observed your expression and asked: "What do I need to pay?"

In fact, the contract price can be adjusted. The highest value is the equivalent value of the items they need, and the lowest value can even require him to blink.

You touched your chin and thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of anything to ask for. "I don't know..."

"When the time comes when you want it, you will decide the price." You finally decided.

Wood was relieved for some reason. He watched you use contract magic to draw runes in the air, and finally formed two golden dots and landed on your heart.

"Okay! The contract is done!" You looked at the small golden light on his chest and heart, "My name is Claire!"

Devils don't have last names. After you reported your name, you felt a little weird and decided to add it.

"Claire Wood!"

The boy's face turned red again, but this time he didn't stutter and defend anything, he stared into your eyes and muttered quietly.

"Later."

Outsiders are not allowed to stay in Hogwarts for a long time. After a quick meeting, he coaxed you back home. From then on, you sneaked in to see him every now and then. Even though he looked helpless every time, he never refused to let you go. You hug them - of course it's not allowed when there are many people, because the twins always make loud noises and attract too many people's attention.

Waiting until his semester was almost over, you suddenly remembered something.

Wood never said he loved you!

Mrs. Wood said that you can only let him tell you, and you will forget it if you wait and wait. He has never said it for so long.

Your heart was suddenly filled with an unknown sourness, and you almost went to Mrs. Wood in a panic and threw yourself into her arms.

"He didn't say he loved me!" You complained in tears.

A strange look appeared on the madam's face. She comforted you, but she complained angrily: "Oliver...Oliver, that guy jumped right into it before he even said anything...!"

She paused and didn't finish her sentence.

Mrs. Wood's eyes wandered for a moment, and she hugged you tightly: "I will teach him a lesson, but soon, Claire, please wait a little longer."

"No matter what, I will teach Oliver a lesson!"

She waved her fist, making you laugh all of a sudden.

At the Quidditch final at the end of the semester, he wrote a letter inviting you to watch it. The letter also included the professor's signature, which was the formal procedure for entering Hogwarts.

You formally entered his school for the first time and sat in the auditorium of his college as invited.

The students were extremely curious about you, and kept glancing at you. You had never been seen by so many people before, and you felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

When the game starts, you only have Wood in your eyes. You watch him block one ball after another, and the victory is gradually drawn to his camp.

The bespectacled boy on Wood's team caught the Snitch and the game was over.

You couldn't help but stand up and laugh and applaud him. The boy holding the trophy got on his broom and flew towards you, stopping in front of you.

As if they knew what he was going to do, the people around him were a little restless. When he walked in, they became quiet again, and everyone looked at you with bated breath.

Wood handed the trophy to his teammates, and pulled a chain off his neck with his other hand. He took a shiny gadget from it, knelt down on one knee and held it in front of your eyes.

"I love you."

This man who just came off the sports field is covered in sweat, but his eyes are bright, like a bright flame, which makes your whole body feel hot.

He winked at you, "Give me your hand."

This is the content of the contract, and you give him your hand as agreed.

Oliver Wood put the shiny ring on your hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of your hand.

This is a proposal, you've seen it on Muggle TV.

The students clamored for you to kiss each other, and you stared blankly at the ring on your hand amidst the excitement. It was obviously not a magical thing, but it seemed to be heavier than the actual contract.

"You're a bad person!" You hit him and threw yourself into his arms, "I can't refuse you at all!"

Wood just held you and smiled, kissing the top of your hair. You heard his voice reaching your ears through the chest amidst the noise.

"What will it cost me? Miss Claire Wood."

"The rest of your future."

A little side story after the proposal:

麻麻在知道奥利弗没告白就求婚甚至求婚都没有问小恶魔愿不愿意嫁后揍了他一顿。

"Just because your last name is Mu Mu doesn't mean you are really a Mu Mu!"

The old mother was heartbroken.