Popular Web NovelsChapter 581 What is a surprise?Chapter 581 What is a surprise?
Tuesday, September 19th.
The rain was pouring down, and the raindrops like glass balls knocked on the diamond-shaped glass on the outer wall of the castle, making a crackling sound.
The fifth-year Gryffindor wizards have just finished their morning classes and are preparing to go back to the Great Hall for lunch through the courtyard. Although there are bricks above the corridor to protect it from rain, the sides are open. The cold wind blowing from all directions caused the robe to bulge and flutter in the wind.
Hermione returned to the long table and found a seat to sit down. She used a magic spell to dry the sleeves of her robe that were wetted by the rain. She took the warm pumpkin juice in front of Loren and gurgled. He took a big sip and exhaled comfortably.
Ignoring Loren's eye roll next to her, Hermione handed her plate over and pushed his shoulder: "Hurry up, I want to eat beef pie, macaroni and cheese, condensed milk apple puree..."
"Alas..."
Who asked her to have her birthday today.
Otherwise, I have to treat her to a big chestnut!
Loren held two dinner plates, stood up and walked a short distance away. He put all the food the little witch wanted to eat into the plates. The condensed milk and apple puree were far away, so he conveniently passed Hufflepuff from the side. The long table took one.
The little witch ate with a satisfied look on her face, and smiled at him from time to time, saying that the food brought to her mouth should be more delicious, and it seemed that Loren's appetite had improved a lot.
Chewing the steak, I looked up at the magic dome of the auditorium. There were dark clouds and the wind was howling. It seemed that it would be difficult for the autumn rain to stop today.
"I can't attend the Care of Magical Creatures class in the afternoon. I wonder if I need to go to the greenhouse for Herbology?" Loren took a sip of cream of mushroom soup, and the slightly scalding soup slowly flowed down his esophagus. It flows into the stomach bag, making it warm and hot.
Although they know that this is not good for the esophagus, few people can refuse this comfortable enjoyment in such weather.
"We don't need to be exposed to the rain in the greenhouse, so we must have normal classes."
"..."
The chattering sounds were drowned in the rich and tempting fragrance, and the metal knives and forks collided with the porcelain plates to make crisp sounds. The little wizards chatted about the morning classes and complained about the bad weather today. Talk about interesting things about after-school life.
After lunch time.
The students who had classes walked to the classroom in small groups, and the little wizards who had no classes returned to the common room. People gradually left, and the auditorium gradually became empty.
Harry proposed to go to the empty classroom to wait for Hagrid to see what new animals there were today. Ron quickly took Neville and Seamus with him. He originally wanted to greet a few people and poked his head towards the long table. A look at the end corner——
Loren and Hermione were lying side by side on the table, with their chins resting on their arms, and holding a spoon in their other hand to fiddle with the same strawberry pudding. The soft and slippery pudding was swaying gently, with an attractive color.
"Let's go Ron!"
Ron turned around and saw Harry staring at him with a serious face: "Don't disturb them, let's go to the empty classroom early."
"Why don't you call them both?"
"I can't explain it to you, but just listen to me."
"Really?"
Harry nodded seriously, as convincingly as a professor.
"Oh, let's go then."
"By the way, do you know what class Ginny and the others have in the afternoon?"
"The first section is Herbal Medicine Learn, and then it's gone."
"Oh..."
On the Gryffindor long table, Hermione scooped out a spoonful of custard and put it into her mouth. She estimated how many spoonfuls were left before the innermost strawberry pulp, and wanted to eat it as soon as possible. When I saw the strawberry pulp, I wanted to stay in the present time for a while longer.
Loren gestured twice with the spoon to estimate the remaining volume of the pudding. He felt that he could stuff the whole piece of pudding into his stomach in two mouthfuls, but he didn't know that the little witch would be the one who snatched this piece of pulp. What a reaction.
You probably won't cry, but you'll probably punch him twice.
It's really exciting just thinking about it!
"Have you not told me happy birthday yet?"
"Slander! The first thing I said when I came downstairs in the morning was to wish you a happy birthday!"
"Is that so..." He Min took another spoonful of milk jelly and sipped it sweetly in her mouth, "What about my birthday gift?"
"..." Loren put down the spoon, thought for a few seconds, and finally gave up. Putting the suspense at the end, he took out a delicate quill pen from the pendant, "I originally planned to give you jewelry, but you already have a pendant, and you don't usually wear earrings, bracelets, etc. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally decided I'll give you a quill pen, which you use most often."
"Is there anything special about it?"
"I modified its quill and stored a lot of ink in it, enough for you to use until graduation."
Hermione held the quill in a writing gesture, made two gestures and put it into her robe pocket. Narrowing his eyes with joy: "Thank you! I like this gift very much!"
Loren quietly glanced at the little witch who picked up the spoon to eat pudding again, and breathed a sigh of relief.
She shouldn't have thought of it...
At this moment, Hermione suddenly raised her head and came over, looking at him with bright eyes: "Did you also hide the strawberry cake in the room? House, are you going to surprise me tonight?"
"!!"
This girl is a bit scary!
Someone who was exposed to the plan became angry and decided to eat her strawberries!
...
When they arrived at the empty classroom on the first floor, most of the students had already finished gathering. Hagrid moved all the tables, chairs and benches to the wall, and only placed a long strip in the middle of the classroom. The trestle table is piled with wet Bowtruckles, and they are fighting for space to eat them. Their hands and feet are slender, and their palms are like leaves, just like countless living branches wriggling.
Harry and Ron were standing by the table, poking the little guys with wands in their hands, and chatting with Hagrid.
Occasionally, an angry Bowtruckle would climb up with the wand and try to scratch them, but would be slapped down by a calloused, thick-skinned hybrid giant. The little guys got used to it after being patted too often. , let the two small wooden sticks poke you, and eat your own country turtle.
"Hagrid, how is Grawp doing?" Harry asked.
"He's been learning how to make barbecue by himself recently. He can't wait until it's cooked before picking it up and eating it." Hagrid smiled, and there were no scars on his face. "I'm teaching him some simple things. Words, yes, and your names!"
Ron smacked his lips and laughed: "It can't be Hager, Le En and Hermie, right?"
Hagrid didn't care at all and laughed: "Yes, he can only call Loren by the right name now."
"..."
Hermione was called as soon as she entered the classroom. The roommate noticed, Lavender hurried over, pulled Hermione's sleeve and walked to the corner: "Hermione, come and take a look, there is something wrong with Lavender and I's Bowtruckle sketch, why does it look like It's a little different from the one on the table!" Loren glanced at the sketch on their table and thought to herself, that picture of yours is not a Bowtruckle, it's clearly the young Groot!
The girls murmured, but drawing is magical. It felt like only two minutes had passed when I lowered my head to draw a finger, but when I looked up, I found that half an hour had passed.
Fortunately, Professor Hagrid asked them to hand over their homework to the prefect, Parvati, and Lavender was able to draw a few more fingers.
This lesson is still about Bowtruckles. The main content is the role of each part of their body in responding to the environment. For example, the fingers are slender and can be bent to facilitate fishing out borers in tree holes, and the soles of their feet are flexible. It is flexible so that they can swing back and forth in the trees. The hair is shaped like leaves to avoid getting wet in the rain...
Not very interesting content.
However, the sound of lectures was mixed with the patter of rain, and the whole class passed by in this way.
The next class was Herbology. The fifth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were in class together. They trudged towards the greenhouse in the wind and rain. The two groups of brothers were chatting happily while treading water.
Just in time for the fourth-year students to finish class, Harry and Ginny exchanged glances again, making each other blush with embarrassment.
...
"Kreacher! I'm going to chop off your head and stuff it into the fireplace and burn it to ashes!"
The sole heir to No. 12 Grimmauld Place stood A roar in the foyer broke the peaceful and leisurely afternoon at Blake's old house.
Sirius stood in the hallway, staring blankly at the mother and daughter standing at the door, his eyes twitching, the dignity he had just scolded the house elf seemed to be completely blown away by the cold air pouring into the door, and his lips murmured. He couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, and it wasn't until the curtain of the portrait next to him slid open that he finally came to his senses.
Without waiting for the portrait of Old Lady Black to scream, he waved his wand violently, and unprecedented magic burst out. He quickly closed the curtains together and cast a dozen sealing spells in succession. Even if Snape came, he could only Use Shen Feng Wuying to cut.
The house elf, who had always been loyal to the old lady, looked away. Kreacher seemed not to notice Master Sirius's offensive act, and stretched out his hand in a respectful manner: "Ms. Carver, Miss Carver, please come in... ..."
Molly and Lupine, who hurried up after hearing the roar, saw this scene. The lady was a very ordinary woman, probably in her early thirties, with delicate and cold white skin, and an unrefined face. There are some wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, but with a pair of dark and determined eyes, the whole person has a tough temperament and becomes durable.
The girl next to her, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, was looking at everything in Blake's old house, her bright eyes unblinking.
Molly had seen that look on Arthur before, probably out of curiosity when he saw Muggle electrical appliances.
"Well, let me introduce you..." Sirius's cheeks showed unprecedented shame, "This is Molly Weasley, and this is Remus Lupin, currently living in my house... I told you, there is some trouble in the magic world, they..."
"They are saving the world!"
The girl at the door shouted happily, she couldn't wait to rush forward. Come, shake the hands of the two of them one by one, "Hello, I am Marjorie, I have heard Sirius tell your story, and I always thought he was teasing me. It's incredible..."
Betty smiled gently at the two of them, and naturally stretched out her hand to hold Sirius's hand: "Don't look at her like this now, she was terrified when Kreacher found us... Meet Betty Carver, Sirius's fiancée..."
"Oh, come in and sit down..." Molly greeted warmly.
Lupine glanced at the two people who were gradually walking away, and then looked at Sirius, whose cheeks were flushed, with a joking smile on his lips: "The famous Sirius Black is actually shy. It's incredible, it's incredible..."
"You...I..." Sirius held it in for a long time, clenched his fists and gave him two blows. In the end, he could only stare at the house elf who brought him this surprise at the door. He didn't know for a moment Should I thank you or blame me, "Who asked you to do this? How did you find them?"
"I saw you releasing the owl this morning..." Kreacher shrank his neck and glanced at him quietly, cautiously He replied, "The owl is not flying in the direction of Hogwarts. I just want to follow it and have a look..."
Sirius:...
Kreacher said cautiously: " Master Sirius, you are the only one left in the Black family. The Dark Lord has made a comeback. What if... we can't let the Black family disappear completely, don't you think so?"
Sirius laughed angrily: "Who gave you this idea?"
Kreacher's expression was serious and he looked down upon death: "No one gave Kreacher the idea, Kreacher came up with it himself."
< br>"You...do you think I will believe it?"
Lu Ping looked at Sirius who was blushing, not knowing whether he was embarrassed or annoyed, and put his arm around his shoulders and patted him: "Now It's not time to worry about this, let's entertain the guests first!"
...
Gryffindor common room.
Eight p.m.
Loren sat on the sofa and looked around, wondering, where is Hermione, how come she disappeared in the blink of an eye?
Parvati came out of nowhere and patted him on the shoulder: "Loren, Hermione asked me to tell you that she is waiting for you at the same place."
"… …"
Why is there still someone jumping ahead?
Loren scratched his head, said goodbye to Parvati, got up and walked out of the portrait hole.
After passing the portrait of a troll beating silly Barnabas and pacing back and forth outside a seemingly ordinary corridor, Loren successfully opened the door to the Room of Requirement and successfully met the little witch who had fled.
Hermione stood in a neat room, wearing the light purple-blue robe and skirt, the fabric was elegant and light. Because it was last year's size, part of the girl's calf was exposed, which was very eye-catching and made her even taller.
Loren can't remember how he walked into the room or what they said specifically.
It seems that I ate strawberry cake...
It seems that I danced...
At the end of the memory, the candlelight in the room was dim and the light was dim.
Hermione slowly raised her arms and put her arms around his waist. Fortunately, neither of them could see each other's expressions, otherwise they would both be amused by the other's blushing face. She snuggled into her arms and whispered: "Luo Lun, thank you, I like your gift very much...and...you."
Loren hugged the soft waist in her arms, breathing in the familiar fragrance, and his hot breath in her ear. Rolling, with a smile in his voice, he asked softly: "I didn't hear what you just said."
Hermione's ears itched, and she shrank into her arms uncomfortably, hugging her tighter: "I said I like your gift very much."
"What about the last sentence?"
< br>"There will be no more after that. I don't understand what you are talking about?" Hermione felt that this person was going too far. Even though he heard clearly, he still asked her to say it again.
Loren chuckled softly, slowly loosened his embrace, and untied the little witch's hands, staring at her with dark eyes, shining brightly.
Hermione's breathing was a little rapid, and she watched as his lips pressed down. The hot temperature first fell on her lips, as if she was tasting some rare delicacy, the tip of her tongue, the corners of her lips, and her chin, extending towards The neck was warm and soft, and suddenly he sucked hard.
Hermione raised her head and snorted impatiently, feeling panicked and confused.
(End of this chapter)
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