days at Hogwarts

"Today is almost over."

Hermione squeezed his palm and said softly.

This man held her hand very restlessly, and sometimes it hurt a little. She squeezed it back hard to get some relief, but within five minutes, he would return to his old ways.

Loren was scratching Hermione's palm while peeking at her expression. This man's palm didn't feel like itchy flesh, and his expression didn't change no matter how he scratched it. So he turned to crack her knuckles, and pressed his slender white fingers. Press on the back of your hand.

Boom!

The sound is crisp and clear.

Hearing Hermione's words, Loren looked up and looked at her expression: "What's wrong? Are you not full?"

"..."

Hermione grabbed his hand and cracked her knuckles one by one. She snapped her fingers eight times out of ten before letting go with satisfaction: "Where's my birthday present?"

"Yes, a birthday present."

Loren withdrew his hand with a comfortable expression and cracked the remaining two fingers. Although it hurt a little, he felt comfortable.

He took out the goblin silver coin from his pocket and handed it over: "Here, birthday present."

Hermione pursed her lips and silently took the silver coin.

"I modified it based on your original one and added some functions. Now it can mark the location of another silver coin, display the time, and can also be used as a looking glass. It will glow slightly when it detects that the people around you are malicious. hot.

"I'll give you this one. Then give me yours. I'll change it and put it here."

Hermione's fingers holding the silver coins were a little white from the exertion. She looked directly at Loren, her eyes twinkling.

"..."

"What?"

Hermione was silent for a moment and put away the silver coins: "What else is there?"

Loren blinked with innocent eyes: "What else?"

A blush rose on Hermione's cheeks, and she felt slightly hot. Her shy mood made her completely throw away the burden, and simply asked directly: "Where is the dress? Where is my dress? Don't tell me that you bought it at Tuofan Clothing Store. Is the skirt for you to wear?"

"Oh..." Loren smiled playfully, "No wonder you weren't curious on the train. Do you think I bought the dress as a birthday present for you?"

"Isn't it?"

"of course not."

Hermione opened her eyes wide and subconsciously made a guess. Even though she knew it was impossible, there was still a tremor of grievance in her questioning voice: "Did you buy the dress for someone else?"

"Not at all."

Loren glanced at Hermione. The girl's aggrieved look was heartbreaking. He deliberately made a serious face and said seriously: "Didn't I buy two sets? One of them is for you..."

"So the other set was bought for someone else?"

Hermione's eyes immediately turned red, glistening with crystal water, and her voice sounded like she was crying.

The grievance in her heart was as unstoppable as the water that opened the floodgates. Tears fell one by one. She sobbed and complained: "Who is it? Why don't I know... I plan to wear it for you before the end of the day." Woo hoo..."

"The other set is for you too."

"what?"

Hermione stared at Loren blankly, her aggrieved mood suddenly interrupted by surprise, and the girl couldn't help but burp.

Loren wiped the corners of her eyes in a funny way, wiped away the crystal water on the tip of her nose, and hugged the girl into his arms: "I bought two sets of wedding dresses, one is for you, and the other is for you too. ."

"you!"

"Who knew my Hermione was so anxious that she started crying before she even finished hearing the words."

Hermione was angry and embarrassed. In anger, she grabbed the collar of his robe, wiped her nose hard on it, and cursed in a low voice: "You are teasing me on purpose!"

Loren didn't refute, just hugged the girl and chuckled.

"Don't laugh." Hermione punched him in the chest and asked, "Why did you buy two sets of dresses?"

"I think you'll like one set, and I think it looks good on another set."

"What's the difference?"

"Of course, one is to please you, and the other is to please myself."

boom.

Hermione punched him again.

"Okay." Loren let go of his arms and looked into the girl's eyes, which were not innocent. "It's time for the traditional birthday items."

"What kind of traditional project?"

The girl had just cried, and her face was congested with emotion. Her lips were fuller and the temperature also increased. The kiss was warm and hot. The girl's hot breath hit the tip of his nose and burned into the bottom of his heart.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Loren took Hermione to the bottom of the escalator in the girls' dormitory. Looking at the blush on her cheeks that hadn't dissipated, he couldn't help but squeeze it. It was still a little hot and felt great.

"The barbecue in the pendant is still hot. You can take it back and share it with your roommates. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

Hermione tried her best to keep a calm expression and recited the Oblivion Curse several times in her heart, but she still couldn't hold it back and reached out to punch him again.

Turning around and running away without looking back, Hermione gradually calmed down until she reached the door of the dormitory.

Why didn't she think more about it at that time? Why didn't she see his nasty smile? It was obviously a very clumsy prank. How come she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance when she thought that the dress was for other girls.

Damn it, I should have given him a Forgetting Curse right then!

Give it to yourself too!

Taking a deep breath, Hermione opened the bedroom door.

The roommates have not gone to bed yet. Parvati is standing in front of the makeup mirror and putting red dots on her eyebrows. Lavender is holding the book "Pull Through the Fog and See the Future" in her hand. The fortune she predicted last week was too smooth, so she had to do her homework. Ordinary.

She said that Trelawny was a liar and a liar with a bad taste. Those who study divination seriously can only get average results, while some people who make up bad luck and copy medical records can actually get excellent results.

Hearing the sound of Hermione opening the door, several people turned to look at him. Lavender threw the book away with a cheer, got out of bed and ran over: "Happy birthday, Hermione, how are you? Loren skipped class and prepared a fun party for you. ?"

"Skipping class?" Hermione blinked.

Parvati put on the little red dot between her eyebrows, clapped her hands and walked over: "You don't know, he slipped away before the divination class ended. Several people wanted to slip away with him, but they were not as bold as him."

"Don't worry about it!" Lavender came over excitedly, "You're back so late. Did you go on a date... Hehe, how are you? What birthday gift did Loren give you?"

"birthday present?"

Hermione's expression froze as she thought of the silver coins in her pocket.

Where is my dress?

……

September 9, Thursday, overcast.

When Loren got up early in the morning, his roommates were still awake. He gently opened the glass window of his dormitory, and at a glance he saw gray-white sky smeared with gray-black clouds. As the autumn wind gathered and dispersed, the light and shadow flickered, and the sun tried its best to bloom. My own brilliance shines brightly in the distant sky that cannot be covered by dark clouds.

"It's a cool autumn day."

Loren muttered something under his breath.

I simply made the bed, washed and changed clothes.