Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

On Saturday morning, the Quidditch pitch will be used by Gryffindor, where the Gryffindor Quidditch team will hold their first official practice since the start of the school year.

Hermione was very excited about this. She waited in the public rest area early in the morning and forced herself not to look at the chair the two of them had sat on the night before, nor to think about her actions the night before.

"The more embarrassed you are, the more embarrassed you will be; the less embarrassed you are, the less embarrassed you will be. As long as you are not embarrassed, you will not be embarrassed..."

The little girl silently recited the mantra that Qin had once taught her.

Although this mnemonic is a bit of a mouthful, it has to be said that it is indeed useful.

Even when Qin poked her cheek when no one was looking, such an obvious hint, she was able to calmly pretend not to understand what he meant.

"Hermione, you've changed..." Qin's voice rang softly in her ear.

“No, I didn’t, I just…” Hermione blurted out.

"Oh, so you still remember what happened yesterday?" Qin's voice rang out again.

“No, I don’t remember. I didn’t do anything yesterday!” Hermione said firmly.

"Sure enough, they've started to cheat."

Before Qin finished speaking, Hermione felt her hand being tightly gripped by another hand, and then her body was involuntarily pulled to another secluded corridor.

She knew that Qin knew the school's layout like the back of his hand.

"Qin, what are you doing? I know I was wrong..." Hermione said quickly, seeing that no one was around.

"Oh? What's wrong?" Qin Yu asked.

"Hmm... let me think..."

"It seems I need to help you recall."

"No, no, I remember now!"

……

Qin Yu chose that secluded corridor, of course, because it was a shortcut to the auditorium.

After all, they were in a hurry to get breakfast.

Then, when no one is around, it would be perfectly reasonable and logical to punish that emboldened little girl.

—You have to start with small things and build up your status in the family bit by bit!

Of course, he only did what she did to him last night, and didn't do anything excessive.

Well, Qin Yu's policy towards Hermione has always been: minor punishment as a warning, and rehabilitation as a way to save her!

At this moment, Hermione, sitting at the dining table, had rosy cheeks. She took a small bite of bread and then pouted as she looked at Qin Yu.

She recalled what had just happened—someone claimed to have OCD, insisting that both sides of their face receive the same treatment… It was clearly someone who liked to cheat, yet they accused her of cheating…

Okay, okay, I don't want to think about it anymore, let's eat breakfast.

Hermione shook her head, trying to forget what had just happened and calm herself down as soon as possible.

Otherwise, my cheeks will feel hot.

"Hmm, this tastes good, you should try it."

A piece of meat roll was handed to him by Qin Yu with a fork.

The girl naturally opened her mouth, bit down, and ate it.

As the food was chewed between her lips and teeth, her taste buds were fully awakened, and her eyes gradually brightened.

Yes, it tastes really good.

Then, the girl looked expectantly at the food on Qin Yu's plate, waiting to be fed a second piece.

……

……

"Can I fly for a while? I've never experienced riding a flying broom before..." Hermione pleaded, tugging at Qin Yu's robe sleeve with her big, watery eyes.

Hermione hasn't had a flight lesson since the start of the school year; apparently, their first flight lesson won't be until next week.

"Not yet, you ate too much just now," Qin Yu said, patting the girl's head.

"It's all your fault, you insisted on feeding me so much." Hermione's technique of turning the tables was very skillful.

"You didn't say that at the dinner table," Qin Yu gently pinched the cheek of the girl who was trying to shift the blame.

Then, he mounted his flying broomstick and took off suddenly, kicking up a gust of wind and bits of grass.

Hermione watched the figure flying in the sky, her eyes filled with excitement, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned up.

She finally saw him flying in the sky with her own eyes, not just through that magical moving photograph.

Thinking back to the past year, waiting at home for letters from Hogwarts, it feels like a very, very long time ago.

At that time, I would go to the attic where he lived almost every day, lie on the small bed where he had slept, imagine what he was doing at that moment, and wonder if he would think of me at that time.

In a daze, she felt as if time had suddenly been pulled from the past to the present, taking her from that small attic to the wide playground of this magic school, so that she could see him flying and chasing on the playground as soon as she looked up.

So... will time suddenly pull me to a very, very distant future, where we've both grown up? Will he still be by my side then?

Thinking of this, Hermione felt a sudden pang of sadness—a sense of panic and helplessness in the face of the relentless passage of time.

For the first time in her life, this brown-haired girl began to ponder the meaning of time and felt anxious and uncertain about how to cope with its fleeting nature and constant changes.

Hermione—

Someone in the sky was calling her name.

The girl looked up and saw a figure flying closer from afar.

Before she could respond, a strong arm scooped her up and she was then firmly held in a familiar embrace, sitting steadily on the front of a flying broom.

"Are you ready?" the voice whispered in her ear.

"Yes!" She nodded nervously and expectantly.

Then, she was carried away and flown into the sky.

Feeling the fierce wind blowing against her cheeks, Hermione struggled to open her eyes, wanting to look down at the earth below.

However, she opened her eyes and immediately closed them again.

Because she wanted to fully experience the feeling of being held in his arms and speeding along.

Is this like a person rushing through the long river of time?

With him by my side, everything felt so reassuring.

Even though the wind in the high sky was so cold, his embrace was warm enough.

Qin, will we be together forever?

I think so!

The girl, asking and answering her own questions, is gathering the courage to face the passage of time.

……

……

The Gryffindor Quidditch team's first practice after the start of the school year went fairly smoothly.

Besides, everyone was bombarded with displays of affection...

"Captain Wood, riding a flying broomstick with two people, isn't that against the rules?" Fred said indignantly.

“Yes, is that allowed?” George chimed in.

Oliver Wood, the newly appointed captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, shrugged and said helplessly, "It would be against the rules during a match, but obviously, it's not match time now."

"Isn't anyone going to do anything about this?"

"This constitutes a serious disruption to normal training order!"

The Weasley twins continued, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Clearly, Qin has completed his training mission admirably. If he wants to take the girl... well, sister, to practice flying on the court, that's perfectly understandable," Senior Wood sighed.

The twins were speechless—it seemed that the last time they were speechless was still because of Qin.

Forget it, out of sight, out of mind.

George and Fred watched for another minute, then shook their heads and walked away sourly, as if they had eaten lemons.