Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Delivering Harry Potter's college acceptance letter and taking him to Diagon Alley was just a side trip during the summer holidays.

After that, Qin Yu and Hermione's lives returned to normal—but because of what happened that day, they were definitely slightly different.

Hermione, who loves learning, naturally focuses on studying magic. She aims to finish reading all the books before the start of the semester and have Qin explain the contents to her.

Of course, in their spare time, they also have some leisure activities, such as sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching some TV programs.

At this time, Hermione would lean against one end of the sofa and put her feet on Qin Yu's legs—a very comfortable position she had found. Qin Yu would occasionally pinch a few of her toes, which he called Eastern acupressure.

Yes, Hermione found this magical Eastern massage technique quite comfortable, and each time she could feel the smooth flow of "meridian unblocking" that Qin had mentioned.

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Or, she might take a novel or magazine, and then she would turn her position around, resting her head on his firm lap while her feet rest on the soft armrests at the other end of the sofa.

“Qin, this is really interesting…” When she saw the exciting part of the story, she would read it to Qin Yu with a smile, and in return, she would receive a grape or a slice of apple.

Sometimes, she would fall asleep without even realizing it while watching.

Qin would cover her with a piece of clothing or a thin blanket.

One time, she woke up to find herself lying on her own bed. After asking Qin, she learned that she had slept in the living room for too long, so he carried her into the bedroom.

After that, she would occasionally pretend to be asleep, and even pretend to accidentally pull off the clothes or blankets he had covered her with, so that Qin would have no choice but to carry her into the bedroom.

She felt herself being held in his arms, as if she were on a gently swaying boat. Whenever this happened, she would feel a little nervous, and her body would tense up unconsciously. However, she would try her best to control herself and make herself look like she was really asleep.

Then, she was placed on the bed and felt Qin's two arms being pulled away from her back and the back of her legs, respectively.

Lying in bed, she had hoped he would kiss her forehead, give her a peaceful sleeping kiss, or something like that, but after waiting several times, he never did.

Finally, one time, after she lay down, she couldn't help but open her eyes, hook her arms around his neck, and gently peck him on the cheek.

Then, under Qin's slightly astonished gaze, she hurriedly closed her eyes and murmured, "I was sleeping, I was just dreaming."

That time, she finally got her wish and received a sleeping kiss on her forehead—and her nose was even flicked.

At that moment, she really wanted to open her eyes, but since she had just said that she was dreaming, she couldn't immediately prove that she was lying, so she had no choice but to keep her eyes closed.

When Sister He was alive, her word was law. If she said she was dreaming, then she was definitely dreaming.

Then, my cheek was pinched, and then those familiar footsteps left the room.

And she, in a daze, actually fell asleep.

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As the saying goes, things should be told in order of priority, and words should be spoken from two perspectives.

Meanwhile, while the young boy and girl in the Granger family were studying hard and leisurely enjoying their summer vacation, in the northern part of the African continent, within the borders of Egypt, a swordsman wearing a black cloak stood on a pleasure boat on the Nile River, gazing at the ancient buildings in the desert...

The swordsman shook his head and muttered, "Ian, I don't object to your enthusiasm for Eastern storytelling, but please don't call a cloak a cloak. I'm really not used to it."

Then, the swordsman changed his voice again, laughing sinisterly, "Heh heh heh, Stephen, why are you still so rigid..."

"I just hope I can stay somewhat conscious, so I can temporarily forget that I'm a madman..." The swordsman switched back to his original voice and sighed.

"Wow, so you still remember you're a madman?" a sinister voice mocked.

"Of course I remember."

"So you're still fantasizing about going back? And you're still writing letters to that guy dressed like a bat?"

"That is my freedom... If we can find the legendary power, I think we should be able to separate."

"Heh, I hope so. I don't want to share a body with you."

The swordsman looked up at the sky, sunlight shining on his unshaven face; clearly, he hadn't groomed himself in a long time.

If Qin Yu were here right now, he would be able to tell who this person is from his eyes and facial features. However, this person is very different from what Qin Yu remembers, because his face is sometimes sunny and sometimes gloomy, constantly changing his temperament.

In front of Qin Yu, he was called Stephen Swinton, and Qin Yu addressed him as Professor Swinton, or, on one occasion when he was drunk, as Second Brother.

He also has another name: Ian Stanley.

Yes, he's a madman.

While at Hogwarts, Stephen Swinton maintained a relatively stable demeanor, while Ian Stanley would only occasionally venture out for some fresh air. For example, during their trip to the centaur settlement, Dumbledore was away on business, and the entire school's attention was drawn to the Quidditch match. In search of a certain clue, the hot-tempered Ian Stanley took the lead, and of course, it was quite effective; they found the clue they were looking for.

However, ever since leaving Hogwarts and embarking on a long-planned quest, he has found it increasingly difficult to control Ian.

After all, it was Ian who helped "them" survive when they were very young, and now that they have embarked on that unknown path, Ian's consciousness has grown stronger without him even realizing it.

Stephen didn't think Ian had done anything wrong; he just felt that the fact that he was crazy made him seem somewhat pathetic.

“Ha, useless cowardice,” Ian said coldly.

“You’re wrong. I’m feeling this way because I have expectations for the future,” Stephen corrected.

"...Alright, your sentiments are of no use to me," Ian said impatiently.

Then, the two fell silent.

Soon, the cruise ship docked at a small city upstream. The crew members shouted in broken English, introducing the city's unique culture, food, and scenery.

Swinton, or rather Stanley, dressed in a black cloak with a longsword at his waist, ignored the crew's explanation and stepped off the gangway.

His destination was not this small town, but the depths of the desert more than 100 kilometers away, so he didn't care what there was to see there.