Watching the soft black-soled slippers swaying on Hermione's feet, and then noticing the barely perceptible smile on her face, Tom understood he was being manipulated by this girl.
Even though just a moment ago, she wanted to take him to France, now she was executing this maneuver. Tom realized he was understanding Hermione's thoughts less and less.
Although he couldn't fathom Hermione's thoughts, Tom obediently sat in front of her, crossed his legs, ready to measure her foot size. At that moment, Hermione twisted her body, gently kicked her slippers off her feet, and placed her foot on Tom's knee.
"Let's begin," she said, tilting her head and looking down at Tom.
Tom: ...
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions when a soft, fresh floral scent wafted to his nose, like the perfume of a breeze blowing through a garden.
"Do you like it? I love this shampoo brand. Isn't the lavender scent soft and elegant?" Hermione reclined in her seat, toes resting against Tom's chin, a teasing tone in her voice.
Tom: o(////▽////)o
He averted his head, not daring to meet Hermione's eyes directly. Even though his whole body felt weak, Tom's mouth remained stubborn. "Take it off quickly... it smells, it smells really bad!"
"Why would the socks stink if they were just washed yesterday? Do you want to check again?"
"No need," Tom said as he pressed Hermione's foot firmly. "Let's get started on the important stuff!"
With that, he attempted to pick up the tape measure from the floor, but just as he released her foot, that mischievous little foot stepped on the tape measure.
"If I measure with socks on, the data won't be accurate," Hermione said as she looked at Tom, everything understood without a word.
Tom kept his head down. Today, Hermione was wearing yellowish-brown socks that accentuated the curves of the young girl's calves.
"It matches your hair color quite well..."
The yellowish-brown color slowly faded, replaced by a delicately white hue. Finally, those beautiful socks were completely stripped off and tossed aside, leaving the girl's bare feet exposed to the air.
Clearly, a young girl's feet don't move as much as her hands, so they appear clumsy but not rigid, rather adorable. Hermione's feet were soft and delicate, her skin as smooth as jelly, and the fine blood vessels under the skin and the white crescent on the nails were clearly visible. She didn't wear nail polish; her small nails were a pale pink, simple but pure, as if they were waiting for someone to add a seductive touch of color.
Tom held Hermione's feet in his hands and could feel her trembling slightly. Even the most serious girls are shy and sensitive when it comes to their feet. It's like a key that, when handled gently, can unlock a girl's heart.
The tape measure was unrolled, and the cold scale was pressed against the arch of Hermione's foot, recording the data accurately.
...
"Done, I've finished measuring," Tom said, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Not really," Hermione replied, resting one hand on her head and holding a newly taken data list in the other. She didn't seem very satisfied. "There are still many, many more measurements to be taken, like the BP distance and body measurements..."
"Eh?" Tom raised his head in surprise.
...
Poor Tom, this is how Hermione had her way with him.
Fortunately, Hermione didn't continue to tease him and dismissed him; then, she collected some data herself.
After all, if she kept going, Tom might not be able to control himself.
"The data is ready!" Hermione waved a paper in front of Tom's eyes. "Want to take a look?"
"No, no." Tom waved his hands and quickly fled.
Hermione looked at his retreating figure and couldn't help but laugh. He's really an adorable boy!
But, can you escape? Next, we still have to measure your body values!
Tom responded to Hermione with a practical answer: Of course, I can get away with it. When he gave Hermione his body measurements, the girl pouted in anger and didn't speak to him for the rest of the day.
After the Quidditch World Cup ended, summer vacation was drawing to a close. Near the end of summer, Tom went to Knockturn Alley to bid farewell to Penney.
"Oh, it's fine, study hard," Penney didn't try to stop Tom. All her energy was focused on the doll she had purchased earlier. It could now move freely and perform a series of complex movements.
"By the way, have you considered becoming a professor of alchemy? To teach more young wizards the knowledge of alchemy," as he watched Penney playing with the doll, Tom felt she was wasting her talent. If she had intentions, he could recommend her to Dumbledore as the alchemy professor at Hogwarts.
This is an extremely rare specialty at Hogwarts that hasn't been offered for a long time. The main reason is the difficulty in finding alchemy professors. Alchemists have eccentric temperaments and like to keep their knowledge to themselves, how could they actively teach? Compared to the shortage of mentors, the lack of students interested in studying alchemy is a secondary issue. If there were enough teaching resources, it wouldn't be impossible for a student to have seven mentors.
Tom only asked because he saw Penney as someone easy to deal with.
"I'm not going, Dumbledore can't afford to hire me," Penney replied without thinking twice. She was still interested in all kinds of dolls. Her dolls could now cook curry and make coffee, and she was researching other functions.
"By the way, those Ministry of Magic officials came looking for you again. They say they want to discuss another order with you. If you're interested, send them a letter and talk it over. Also, if you ever run out of materials at school, you can send an owl to my shop to buy. I have a wide variety of materials here."
"Alright, thanks." After bidding farewell to Penney, Tom left the alchemy workshop. He didn't feel it was strange or odd that the Ministry of Magic reached out to him again. The night of the Quidditch World Cup, Dawlish demonstrated with his performance the need for anti-curse equipment.
Tom walked through the Knockturn Alley and arrived at Diagon Alley, where Hermione was already waiting for him.
Next, they bought all the necessary items according to the list. Tom also took the opportunity to send a letter to the Ministry of Magic and arrange a meeting to sign the contract.
Tom and Hermione completed their shopping in Diagon Alley, and Tom also bought a package of cat treats for Crookshanks. Then, he took some time to go to the Leaky Cauldron and sign a contract with the Ministry of Magic personnel, this time from the Auror Department, who were much more efficient and signed the contract with just a glance.
When they returned home, the tailor shop Hermione had found delivered the finished clothing to them.