days at Hogwarts

Chapter 753 Green Health Revised Edition

Soft light fills the room.

Loren lay on the bed, staring at the light strip on the roof of the hotel, his mind empty to make room for his imagination, and the sound of water splashing in the bathroom filled his ears.

Failed.

The hotel we chose was too high-end. The bathroom was actually a separate room, and it wasn't made of glass, so you couldn't even see a shadow.

The sound of water dripping was soft, as if the sound was blurred by mist.

At this time, cast a Transfiguration spell on the wall to make a small opening, or use a conversion spell to turn the concrete wall into glass. Maybe you can see a slender figure in the mist...

Loren stopped thinking about new directions for the application of magic that could not be published, and continued to use his rich imagination, calling on some memory materials to construct fantasies.

But it was already late at night, and my tired brain chose to clear the background and take a break.

"Ah……"

Loren yawned and cleared his mind again.

If you think about it carefully, there are actually many magics that are applicable to the current situation, but it would be too weird to do that. They are lovers who have confessed their love to each other. If they want to do something, they don’t need to be sneaky. Besides, this house only has one bedroom. Tonight is still long, and the future is still long...

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Loren sat up subconsciously and looked towards the door involuntarily, but the sound of water in the bathroom started again.

Loren gasped.

What just happened?
What a terrible magic, even more powerful than the Imperius Curse, it actually controlled me without me even realizing it.

Loren frowned and slowly lay back down. The sound of water in the bathroom soon stopped again, and this time it stopped completely. He heard the sound of the lock turning, turned around, and saw the girl coming out of the bath.

Hermione pursed her lips and walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a large bath towel. Her snow-white, round shoulders seemed to be glowing, with tiny water droplets clinging to her delicate collarbone. Her body seemed to be covered with misty water vapor. Her hair was tied into a ball behind her head, with a few strands of fine hair sticking to her neck and face, making her look like a fairy.

Only when I got closer could I see her face clearly. She had thin and curled eyelashes, a small nose, thin and rosy lips, and her jade-white cheeks were slightly flushed due to the stimulation of the hot water.

Hermione seemed particularly gentle like this.

Loren sat there in a daze, looking a little stunned.

Why didn't you use those magic just now?

"What are you thinking about?"

Hermione tried hard to appear calm, but still turned her head to look at him when she came to his side. Their eyes met, and the girl's eyes flickered and shone brightly, and the blush on her cheeks became even brighter.

"Wondering why I didn't use Transfiguration to turn the wall into glass just now."

"..."

It’s still the familiar feeling, it’s still the familiar Loren.

Hermione rolled her eyes and gradually relaxed: "It's late, go take a shower."

"Oh."

Loren reluctantly looked away, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

The splashing sound of water only lasted for more than ten minutes. When Loren walked out of the bathroom, Hermione was half lying on the head of the bed with her back against the pillow, holding a tabloid. She had changed her bath towel and did not change into the bathrobe provided by the hotel. She was wearing her own silk nightgown, revealing a small part of her white and smooth calves. The material was soft and the fabric was thin. The middle part of the nightgown outlined the girl's developed figure.

"looking at what?"

Loren moved closer and took a quick look. It was an unknown tabloid provided by the hotel, with recommendations for attractions and restaurants, and the printing was quite exquisite.

He sat down next to her, put his arm around her shoulders, frowned, and criticized her seriously, "Your handsome boyfriend is taking a shower inside, and you are reading a newspaper outside?"

Hermione lowered her head and pursed her lips.

The water droplets on the person's body were not wiped dry and stuck to her body, soaking her nightgown.

"It's late. Go to bed early. We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Let's try to deal with the Ministry of Magic and the Magical Congress so that we can still find time to celebrate your birthday."

"How about we sneak away tomorrow morning?"

"Then you have to get up early and go to bed early."

"Oh."

Loren leaned back on the pillow, his eyes rolling around: "Have you prepared a gift for me?"

"I've prepared it and will give it to you tomorrow."

"What if I don't like the gift you prepared?"

"Then give it back to me."

Loren frowned and turned to look at her: "Can't you be nicer? Think about how dedicated I was on your birthday..."

Hermione was silent for a moment. Considering the current special situation, in order to avoid this person taking advantage of the situation, she wisely did not argue. After reading the last page of the introduction, she closed the newspaper, put it on the bedside, and turned off the light bar in the room, leaving only a small nap light.

"sleep early."

Loren stared at her straight in the eyes: "It's already past twelve o'clock. I want to open my presents early."

"..."

Hermione felt inexplicably flustered. She avoided his gaze and moved silently to the side, trying to escape from his arms.

Loren only slightly turned sideways, and naturally withdrew the hand that was on his shoulder and wrapped it around the girl's neck, trapping a few strands of hair in between, which tickled her slightly, and their noses touched, so that they could both look into each other's eyes.

Hermione blinked slightly, her eyelashes raised slightly.

Placing the travel album on the pillow, the two of them studied humanities and geography together. The distance between their deskmates was close, so they inevitably stuck together. The summer clothes were light and breathable, and they transmitted each other's warmth and touch without reservation. Loren could feel her breath, with her enthusiasm for learning.

In order to take notes without paper and pen, Loren used ink from nearby materials, but unfortunately this ink had no color.

Hermione's eyelashes trembled slightly, a layer of mist gradually rose in her eyes, and she stared at the small lamp in a daze.

The warm pen tip gradually moved down, moving along the thin chain of the pendant, trying to leave a mark on the white paper. The ink gradually heated up, and his breathing became a little rapid, but the thin metal chain was cold. The two sensations intertwined, causing his heart to tremble slightly.

The thin chain is decorated with whale-shaped carvings and is stranded between the two balls, like a photo in a travel album, in which one greets the whale, wades across the edge of the snow-capped peak, and uncovers the thin fabric to glimpse the beautiful scenery of the mountains.

Early August is the end of summer, and the plum blossoms in some mountainous areas are about to enter the flowering season, with two flower buds dotted on the branches.

The petals are still tender and the dew is slightly sweet.

The light was soft and bright, reflecting on the green lake-like surface, creating scattered ripples. Hermione couldn't help but pursed her lips, immersed in the mountains and water.

In weather like this and on a night like this, Loren didn't want to be just a spectator.

The hot air exhaled from the mouth and nose carried the fragrance of flowers, and was faintly hurried. The branches trembled as if trying to avoid it, but failed to escape.

The white and smooth calves bent and then put down, and the five small lotus seeds curled up slightly, pressing some wrinkles on the snow. The already powerless thin leaves suddenly gained more strength, and the slender white fingers pressed behind him, twisting and pinching as if out of control, leaving shallow nail marks.

Hermione saw the lights swaying, rippling like a lake, until he abandoned the plum blossoms and tried to move on to the next attraction. Hermione tried to gather her remaining sanity, grabbed his hand, and whispered, "Don't..."

Loren paused for a moment and then returned to the mountain to admire the plum blossoms.

"..."

Hermione felt helpless and touched. The two of them grew up together, and their long companionship had accumulated a deep affection. Although they did not take the final step, it was just a matter of timing. When their eyes met, they could understand each other's thoughts without using Legilimency. He should have seen that his resistance was not too strong, and if he continued on his own, he would not encounter any obstacles, but he still stopped.

He loves more than just this body.

Hermione's heart was filled with tenderness, and she couldn't help but lean over and whispered softly, "I love you, Lauren."

Then he heard the man's breathing hitch, and once again he felt the wand against him, the wand brewing flames.

Hermione was scalded and immediately shrank back to her original position, with a well-behaved expression and innocent eyes staring at him.

Loren was somewhat amused and glared at me fiercely: "You were the one who called for the halt and you were the one who made trouble. You were teasing me on purpose, weren't you?"

"I'm not..." Hermione replied weakly.

"You have to accept the punishment if you don't."

"What punishment?"

"Um……"

Loren held her hand, and his five fingers started from her palm, passed through the base of the fingers, slowly slid over the knuckles, and pressed the soft and delicate flesh of the fingertips. His eyes were malicious, and he leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered.

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"..."

Hermione's cheeks flushed, but she knew she was in the wrong, so she could only obey silently.

……

The sky is dimly bright.

Hermione opened her eyes, still a little sleepy.

Her eyes felt slightly sore and dry. Based on her previous experience of staying up late, there were now faint dark circles under her eyes and a few bloodshot lines on the whites of her eyes, all signs indicating that she did not get enough sleep last night.

A slight sore and swollen feeling in the wrist indicates some muscle damage in the wrist joint.

Subduing two Death Eaters without any harm, but subduing one guy was physically and mentally exhausted.

But the man in front of her was sleeping soundly, with a faint smile between his eyebrows. Hermione really couldn't swallow this breath, and couldn't help but raise her hand and punch him, and then her wrist hurt even more.

Loren, who was attacked, opened his eyes, saw the face of the girl beside him, and immediately grinned: "Good morning."

For no apparent reason, Hermione's depression suddenly dissipated, and she replied softly, "Good morning."

Loren slapped her twice, put his arms around her waist, buried his face in her neck, and said in a muffled voice, as if his true feelings were revealed and he couldn't help but said, "I love you, Hermione."

"I also……"

Hermione was about to respond when she realized that the wand was pressing against her again. She pursed her lips and kept silent, then got up and washed.

……

"You can miss us, but don't dwell on it, Harry. Enjoy your life. If you can live a brilliant and wonderful life, it will be the best comfort to me and your father..."

"Okay Harry, you should go back."

Harry shook his head vigorously to let his parents' words fade away, then lowered his head to continue planning his travel.

At this moment, he was sitting on the toilet in the hotel room, holding a travel brochure, flipping through the classic attractions in New York and even the entire United States. From time to time, he picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote down something on paper. He was thinking about his travel plan for the next half month. Apparition saved time and effort, and he would definitely be able to travel the entire United States.

“Central Park…

“Times Square…

“Fifth Avenue…

"statue of Liberty……"

Since I have little travel experience, I have to take Loren and Hermione with me so they can act as tour guides.

Must take a picture and write a letter to Ron.

Apart from that, I could only stay at the Dursleys' house every summer vacation. I only took a short trip when Sirius was released from prison. The farthest place I had been to was Godric's Hollow, and the journey was not very pleasant. I was quite happy at the Burrow, but that was not considered a trip at all...

Harry recalled his experiences that summer. Remus and Sirius lost contact, Mr. Weasley won the lottery and took his family on a trip to Egypt, so he could only stay at the Dursleys'. His only remaining expectation was to communicate with Loren and Hermione. Then something even more sad happened. These two guys also went to Egypt halfway, leaving only a perfunctory letter!

I must make Ron jealous.

This will also make mom and dad happy.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Harry put down the album, picked up the hotel meal coupon, and walked towards the restaurant with a smile on his face and brisk steps.

The experience in the hazy fantasy world seemed to be his coming-of-age rite of passage, which enabled him to complete his transformation and growth silently. Harry felt that he had reached Dumbledore's realm of thought: death is not the end, but the beginning of another great adventure.

Dumbledore booked the hotel for him, and it was said that Loren and Hermione also stayed here.

Although he had not seen the headmaster since waking up, he left a note on the desk, briefly and quickly explaining the relevant matters, and said that an Auror from the Ministry of Magic would contact him later.

Harry had no intention of waiting here for the Aurors. Instead, he planned to go find Loren and Hermione after breakfast.

With less than a month left in summer vacation, travel time is at a premium.

"Ok?"

Harry walked into the restaurant and suddenly found that all the people dining there were familiar faces.

Scrimgeour and Mad-Eye Moody sat together talking in low voices, Tonks and Remus huddled together whispering, and members of the Order of the Phoenix no longer concealed their identities and ate in the same room with the Aurors.

Only Sirius sat alone.

Harry didn't hesitate. After taking the food, he came to the table with the tray: "Sirius!"

"Harry! I was just about to go look for you!"

Sirius laughed loudly. Although he knew in advance that Harry was fine, the Killing Curse was too scary at that time. He was still surprised to see him standing in front of him intact.

"Why are you eating breakfast alone? Why don't you go find Remus?"

"As an adult, don't disturb other people's dates, even if they are your best friends."

"emmm..."

Should I ask Loren and Hermione to be my tour guides?
Harry gradually fell into deep thought.

Harry's common sense and limited dating experience told him that Sirius was right.

But there are no other friends here, only adults like Sirius. Traveling with adults is boring, but going to find the friends will disturb their dates.

Harry struggled to finish his breakfast and decided to reunite with his friends first. After all, today was Loren's birthday...

With a myriad of complicated thoughts in mind, he came to the front desk and asked for the room numbers of his two friends. Perhaps this hotel was bought by the Magical Congress of the United States. The lady at the front desk was very cooperative and did not ask for any proof. She directly told him the news about his friends.

"What! Already checked out?"

The lady at the front desk smiled and nodded: "Yes, your two friends checked out an hour ago."

(End of this chapter)