Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Being young has its advantages, but it also has its troubles.

As Qin Yu woke up early in the morning, this sentence unconsciously popped into his mind.

Looking at his arms and legs, he noticed that his pajamas had become noticeably smaller, with the sleeves and pant legs being much shorter. Since the start of the new semester, he seemed to have developed rapidly, growing quite a bit taller.

It's probably because this body has entered a period of accelerated growth and development, like the tips of a tree in spring growing vigorously—changing every day.

Correspondingly, the troubles of young people are inevitable... Well, those who know, know the reasons, so I won't go into details.

He lay in bed, calmed down a little, and got up to get dressed.

I slept quite well last night. Although I had dreams during the night, I didn't feel very tired, and I felt quite energetic when I woke up this morning.

Well, how should I put it, there's a big difference between sleeping while holding a soft, sweet little witch and sleeping without holding anything at all.

It's not a matter of getting used to it; after all, he slept alone at school too. (Dumbledore: Hmm? What, should I change the school rules?)

"It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. The ancients were right..."

He muttered something to himself, recalling what had happened the night before.

So, last night, before Hermione went back to her room, she specifically told him:

"Qin, you've done so much today, you must be exhausted. Remember to get some rest!"

It was just a normal expression of concern and advice.

However, as the saying goes, "dig up the tree by digging up the roots" and "listen to the meaning behind the words," how could Qin Yu not understand the subtext in her words?

That means I won't secretly go to see him at night anymore.

He felt he had accurately grasped the message the girl was trying to convey, as if he were witnessing two secret agents meeting, or perhaps his black-and-white Nokia received a text message that read, "There's an insider, the deal has been terminated."

Although he could understand that Hermione might still be shaken by what happened that night, Qin Yu couldn't help but recall the image of the little witch chattering away in his arms as he lay down. They were so close that Hermione's warm breath would seep into his clothes or tickle his neck and chin every time she spoke...

Naturally, the more I think about it, the harder it is to fall asleep.

Then he realized he hadn't said goodnight to Hermione, so he got up, found a piece of white paper, wrote a line on it, folded it into a paper crane, and used a simple spell to send the paper crane flying from outside to Hermione's room.

After doing all this, he was about to clear his mind and use meditation techniques to fall asleep when, not long after, he heard the sound of footsteps going upstairs, followed by the creaking of the door opening.

It's Hermione, of course.

"I've come to say goodnight to you!" Hermione said with a smile.

However, as she said this, she leaned against Qin Yu, rubbing her head against his chest, expressing an obvious joy.

Qin Yu couldn't resist pinching the little witch's cheeks several times and giving her a light peck on the forehead.

If it weren't for the late hour and his consideration for Hermione's lingering fear, Qin Yu would have pulled her aside to chat about the opportunities and challenges faced by wizards at the turn of the century, and how to be a wizard with ideals, culture, morality, and principles. In short, they could have talked for as long as they wanted.

Unfortunately, the little girl left after a short while.

After she left, even with meditation, it took Qin Yu a long time to fall asleep, but he did fall asleep earlier than on his first night back home.

The memory flashed by in an instant, and Qin Yu pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

As he walked downstairs, he vaguely heard two people talking quietly in the living room downstairs.

"Were they really not together last night?"

"Absolutely not. Hermione only went up for a short while, no more than ten minutes, and then came down."

"So fast?"

"what?"

"Well, what I mean is, we used to stay there for quite a while."

"Who knows? Maybe they think we're there for them..."

“Honey, the way you said that makes it sound like you’re blaming yourself for both of us disturbing them.”

"Of course not, Jenny! How could you have such a strange association?"

"Oh well, at least Qin is a sensible child."

"That's right! And I think the last time I talked to him, it went quite well, you know, I'm talking about that 'man to man' conversation!"

“I had a good talk with Hermione, and she has assured me that she will not eat the ‘apple’ before she turns eighteen.”

"Oh, Apple, Jenny, you've used such subtle words!"

"Don't worry, I was straightforward with Hermione when necessary. Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll go prepare breakfast for the children. You can check if the gifts are all put away."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Qin Yu stopped walking as soon as he heard the first sentence.

There was no way around it; my legs suddenly felt weak, and I really didn't dare to go down now.

The entire conversation kept him on the edge of his seat.

Fortunately, the Grangers were wise, discerning, reasonable, and impartial, and they still trusted him completely. He certainly did not betray that trust.

"I didn't do anything, what do I have to be guilty of..."

After repeatedly giving himself these mental suggestions, his legs finally regained their strength, and he was able to take the steps downstairs.

……

Last Christmas, the gifts were placed by Qin Yu and Hermione's beds. Perhaps feeling that they had grown up, the Grangers didn't sneak into their rooms before dawn this year, pretending to be Santa Claus to leave the gifts. Instead, they told them in advance on Christmas Eve to remember to look for their gifts under the Christmas tree.

"I actually stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was seven years old, but my parents probably liked doing it, so I never told them the truth..."

Hermione squatted down next to the small Christmas tree, unwrapping presents while whispering seriously to Qin Yu.

"Well, as a staunch materialist magic apprentice, I don't believe in the existence of Santa Claus either," Qin Yu said casually, spouting nonsense.

Can materialism and magic be put together?

Hermione was momentarily stunned by his qualifier. After a brief pause, she shook her head, decided to skip thinking about the problem, and continued to eagerly unwrap her gift.

Untie the ribbon tied into a bow, tear open the pink wrapping paper, and finally open the square cardboard box. Inside, Hermione found a set of exquisite stationery—a red fountain pen with a shimmering surface, a thick notebook with a leather cover, and some tools such as a ruler and a knife.

This gift was indeed very useful to her; unlike other little girls who hadn't grown up yet, she didn't like flashy but impractical things like dolls and plush toys.

Hermione showed Qin the gifts she had received, and looked at the box in his hand with some anticipation.

Qin Yu didn't keep her waiting long. He quickly opened the gift box and took out a set of soft gray pajamas.

Thinking back to when he woke up this morning and felt that his clothes were too small, Qin Yu felt a warmth in his heart—a feeling of happiness from being cared for and noticed.

Hermione nodded after seeing it and said, "Hmm, nice pajamas. Try them on tonight and I'll check if they fit."

Qin Yu took out the clothes and held them up a few times, realizing that changing now would indeed be inconvenient, so he nodded and agreed, "Okay."

"Emmm, what I meant was, I'll leave after I've looked at your pajamas, I won't stay long," the little witch added thoughtfully.

Qin Yu thought to himself, "I didn't mean to ask you to stay overnight."

The main thing is that he led Hermione to his room in the middle of the night to watch him in his pajamas... It's a very strange thing to say.

Fortunately, we allowed them to watch it for free.

Okay, now that you mention it, it's even stranger!

Qin Yu was making wild, unrelated thoughts when the girl pulled his hand up to look at the snowman they had built the day before.

The winter weather was very cold. Even though the snowman's surface had melted a little during the day, after being exposed to the cold wind all night, it was now frozen even more solid. If Qin Yu were to kick the snowman's belly hard, he could probably numb his foot.

Hermione wanted to make some more modifications, but the icy shell on the snowman's surface was a bit hard, and if she used too much force, she might break a large piece, so she gave up after a few tries.

The morning sun wasn't very strong, and it wasn't very warm outside. Qin Yu took Hermione's icy little hands, covered them with his own, and breathed warm air into them.

Once her little hands were warm, the girl brought her nose close to Qin Yu's hand and touched the back of his hand. Her nose was cool, so Qin Yu cupped her face to transfer some warmth to her.

Then, instead of foolishly standing outside staring at the strange-looking snowman, the two went back inside to warm up and enjoy the breakfast that Mrs. Granger had prepared.

During the meal, the family chatted and laughed, making plans for what they would do that day.