Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Of course, even if something else had happened that day, if Qin Yu had said Harry Potter's full name from the beginning, Hermione would probably have immediately remembered the name from the book.

However, Qin Yu simply blurted out the seemingly ordinary name "Harry," which Hermione subconsciously misheard as "Harley."

Before leaving, Qin Yu only said that he was going with Hagrid to deliver an acceptance letter to a new student at Hogwarts, without mentioning who it was for.

Hermione had also considered that the other person might be a girl.

That possibility isn't nonexistent, right?

Moreover, she gets inexplicably angry whenever she thinks about this.

Therefore, when Qin Yu mentioned a name that sounded somewhat like a girl's, she immediately connected it to her previous imagination.

"So, Harry is that Harry Potter?" Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.

"Yes, that's right!" Qin Yu nodded and said.

"So, do you sleep in the same bed?" Hermione raised an eyebrow and continued to ask.

So what if Harry is a boy? The little girl thought to herself.

"what?"

Qin Yu was taken aback, wondering if the girl's focus was a bit off.

"How big is the bed?" Hermione asked again, and she had already started to circulate her luck.

"The beds are very small... wait, not one bed, but two! Two very small beds!" Qin Yu realized he had almost been misled by this girl and quickly corrected her.

"Oh...I see." Hermione's face immediately became nonchalant.

"Okay, I was wrong, Hermione! I'll definitely take you with me next time!" Qin Yu quickly said, seizing the opportunity.

"Hmph!" Hermione turned her head to the side.

"Yes, it's no longer the passive-aggressive behavior we were just seeing; that's a good sign," Qin Yu concluded.

"Oh dear, the refrigeration effect of this packaging is about to disappear, the ice cream is about to melt," Qin Yu said exaggeratedly, then sighed, "Okay, in order not to waste it, I'll just have to eat both of them..."

"You dare! That's mine!" Hermione turned around and said with displeasure.

"So, beautiful and lovely Miss Granger, would you like to accept this gift that brings you a refreshing summer?" Qin Yu said, bending down and handing an ice cream cone to Hermione like a rose.

Hermione looked at his approaching face and inexplicably recalled the scene when she read the book about Harry Potter that day.

That day, to comfort Qin, who was somewhat resentful, she kissed him on the cheek. (Author's note: That wasn't resentment, that was jealousy.)

Then she thought, "I'm not happy today, why didn't he think of kissing me on the cheek?"

But thinking about this, her heart started racing, her face felt hot, and her mouth felt dry...

Well, it's summer now, and I'm just a little hot, so I'm eating this ice cream!

The logically astute Miss Granger reached out and took the refreshing ice cream from the man opposite her.

As she lowered her head to eat the jam on top, a hand suddenly gently supported the back of her neck, and then a pair of warm lips lightly pressed against her forehead before quickly leaving.

She looked up, her eyes wide with astonishment at the handsome and familiar face.

"The gentleness of that lowered head is like a water lily, shyly trembling in the cool breeze..."

The lips that had just brushed against her forehead parted slightly, uttering a beautiful phrase in Chinese.

Although Hermione couldn't understand what was being said, it didn't stop her from thinking it sounded really good.

"What, what do you mean? Qin, is this, is this a poem?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Yes,” Qin Yu said, then translated it into English again, “The most beautiful thing is when you lower your head, that gentle look in that instant, like a beautiful water lily blushing as a refreshing breeze blows by…”

“This poem is beautiful,” Hermione said, pursing her lips.

"Yes, the poem is beautiful, and it was you who reminded me of it," Qin Yu said earnestly, looking into the little girl's eyes.

He actually realized that he might have acted impulsively just now.

However, Hermione's appearance just now did indeed bring this poem to his mind.

The poem is beautiful, but the person is even more beautiful.

At that moment, all he wanted was to kiss her forehead and recite this poem to her.

-

Many years later, Hermione still remembers the scene from that day.

She remembered it was dusk, a hot summer day, when the handsome boy tried to cheer her up with a delicious ice cream.

Then, as she lowered her head, he kissed her forehead and recited the poem.

The poem was beautiful, so beautiful that it filled her heart with a certain joy. This joy accompanied her for many, many years, even during brief separations, even when she was in danger, even when she witnessed the pain and death of familiar people around her, even when despair struck... But whenever she thought of this joy, she was able to persevere.

Because she wanted to hear him recite a poem to her every day.

This desire is simple, yet intense.

……

……

"Meow~"

The ice cream had melted, and the raspberry jam on top slid down the edge and landed on Crookshan, causing him to grumble in displeasure.

"Ahem, Hermione, just now, I..." Qin Yu really wanted to say that he might have had a cognitive bias.

However, before he could even say it, he felt that such a thing would be incredibly stupid.

So, when the words were about to come out, they turned into stammering and hesitant speech.

Hermione smiled and handed the ice cream to Qin Yu, saying, "Hold this for me while I go clean Crookshanks!"

"Okay, sure." Qin Yu nodded.

Then, he drew his wand and cast a freezing spell on the ice cream, which was melting rapidly and then freezing solid.

"Wow, that's amazing..." Hermione's eyes widened as she exclaimed in excitement.

"I'll teach you later!" Qin Yu said with a smile.

"Okay, sure!" Hermione nodded vigorously.

Is the prohibition against the free use of magic more important than the happiness of a little girl?

Of course, such a minor spell wouldn't attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic.

After Hermione helped Crookshank wipe off the raspberry jam and some cream from his clothes, she took the ice cream back from Qin Yu.

Then, the little girl sat down, ate her ice cream, and petted the cat, saying:

“Krokshan, if you don’t want to call him uncle from now on, you can call him dad.”

"Meow/woo?" Crookshan let out a puzzled cry.

"What do you mean? Is it so hard to change your address?" Qin Yu raised an eyebrow and said.

"Meow?" Crookshan stared wide-eyed at the human boy.

He genuinely struggled to understand what the two men were talking about.

If you're going to serve me, then serve me. Why are you talking to me like that? Do you think I can understand you or what?

Crookshan thought to himself, full of grievances.

——Dimensional wall——

We've already given out candy, so could you guys give us a little something extra? The free one will do, I'll get a dime.

If you're still not satisfied, I'll think about getting some more knives.

My requirements aren't high, just the free one will do, and I'll get a few hundred people to send me gifts (now it's less than two hundred a day, but there are multiple times), then I can start to make money (at least I can order a single dog deluxe set meal at Malatang).