Hufflepuff never works overtime

"Rabbi..." Faith squinted her eyes, trying hard to tell whether the black negative film in the clip she was dangling in her hand had changed.

In fact, she was already able to vaguely see a bit of a colorful picture against the red light, but it was a pity that the big cartoon cat face at the bottom affected her judgment, "Is there really no more normal pot in our house?"

"It doesn't matter little master, as long as it's a normal container, it won't affect the final result." The elf held the pocket watch aside, staring at the rotation of the hands while paying attention to Faise's movements.

Although it will not affect the final result, it will affect my experience...

Faith's heart was full of curiosity and anticipation, like a naughty little lion, constantly teasing her heart with its paws.

It wasn't until the rabbi said "It's ok", that she slowly stopped the movement of her hands, and the clip she was holding nervously was shaking, "Can I watch it?"

"Of course, little master, there should already be pictures on it, but unfortunately we don't have an enlarger at home, so we can't turn these films into photos."

"It's okay, as long as I can see the content." Faith replied softly.

The turbulent water waves gradually subsided, and the transparent film brought out by the clip uncontrollably bent into an arc, dripping with water.

White Teeth bit her lips lightly. When she saw the first picture, Faith was still a little puzzled. After a while, she suddenly remembered the content on the greeting card.

An indescribable feeling climbed into Faise's heart, joy and satisfaction occupied her mind, thinking of the expectant tone of the other party on the phone, in front of her eyes, it seemed that Hermione was secretly laughing while arranging all this expression.

Her throat moved slightly, and Faise carefully dried the developed film on the towel. There were too many words in her heart, and she wanted to say it to Hermione, but she didn't know where to express it.

The value of this gift was completely beyond her imagination.

"Don't you want to go out and admire it?"

The rabbi's words interrupted Faise's contemplation, she nodded silently, and then held the film in her palm.

Returning to the sofa again, Faise felt that every step she took down the stairs seemed to be stepping on clouds, her heart was fluttering, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

The lighting in the living room was quite soft. After giggling for nearly a minute, Faith unrolled the film with her trembling hands.

As her fingertips slowly slid across the smooth film, a girl's growth was displayed in front of her through images.

The subject of the photo was very familiar to her, and she was not unfamiliar with the content. There were even two photos of Faise herself. Except for the most recent one, the rest were remakes of Hermione's past photos.

Even so, Feisi watched the 14 patterns that were less than one finger over and over again, just like showing a movie, letting the curled film wrap around her palm.

She felt as if her whole body had been soaked in a can of honey, and her thoughts were stuck together, but her heart was bubbling with beauty.

The candies, greeting cards and cameras were left unattended, and it wasn't until the smell came out of the kitchen again after the food was heated that Faise remembered that she hadn't even had a chance to taste the so-called cotton candy that could experience love.

If you want to say... she doesn't need it anymore, right?

Having said that, Faith would not refuse the candy that was handed to her mouth. She broke off a small piece with her fingers and put it in her mouth, like soft and silky clouds melting on the tip of her tongue. Before I had time to savor it carefully, my mouth was swept by a taste - sweet.

At this moment, her eyes just happened to pass over the word on the greeting card, 'everything'...?

This time it seemed that even the tip of her heart was sweet, Feisi felt a little shy, her ears rushed to her ears, her snow-white neck was covered by a large blush, she murmured.

"Well, it's really a little too sweet."

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The author's words:

Sorry (>people<;) for being late!

Halfway through the code, the quilt kidnapped me, and I fought with it for 300 rounds before I was in danger

Hehehe, I didn't expect all the cuties to guess it. In fact, a few of them are very close.

I don't want to whet everyone's appetite, so this is a fat chapter!

Chapter 250

The Christmas wreath used to decorate the doorbell has not been removed, and the colored light strips wrapped around the beams and the handrail in front of the door are shining brightly in the long-lost sunlight.

The hand of the girl in the dark gray woolen coat moved to the middle of the wreath again, and with several hesitant movements, she helped the surface of the doorbell of Granger's house to be polished.

However, the bell never rang in the house.

"Huh..." Faith took a deep breath, rubbing her red cheeks against the soft scarf from the cold wind when she came, she had to make up her mind.

If you continue to entangle in front of Hermione's house like this, you will really be suspected by the neighbors as a strange person...

Subconsciously touching the right pocket of the coat, Faise tried her best to calm down her restless and beating heart, and waved her hand without presents in the air twice to cheer herself up.

This time, she was finally mentally prepared to let her finger touch the cold surface of the doorbell and continue to press forward.

"Squeak-"

The tensed fingers suddenly lost contact with the object, and the door in front of her was opened without warning. Faith stared blankly at a touch of green protruding from the room.

Holy, Christmas tree?

"Oh, isn't this Faith?"

Mrs. Granger, who was wearing gardening gloves and walking forward with her arms around the front of the tree, couldn't help being stunned when she saw the girl standing still at the door. The canopy is plugged back.

"Honey?"

Mr. Granger, who was struggling to lift the tree pole, heard a puzzled voice from inside the house. He was blushing and fighting against the falling pine needles, but suddenly found that the front had stopped moving, and he even wanted to move backwards. Hastily asked aloud.

Now Mrs. Granger was caught in a dilemma.

Faith subconsciously stretched out her legs to help the other party resist the door that was about to be closed back, and noticed Mr. Granger inside the door, she nodded awkwardly to the other party and said hello, "Good afternoon, sorry to bother you when you are busy It's..."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

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"It's really hard work for you." The hot black tea was brought to Faisy with a milk jug and a glass jar. Mrs. Granger raised a dignified smile, "Thanks to Faisy for helping us a lot, I remember Hermione saying you drink sweeter?"

"I'll do it myself, please." Faith hastily took the sugar cube holder from the other party, and very restrainedly added only one piece of sugar into her tea. She didn't even dare to stir the tea with a small spoon. The range is too large, and I am afraid that it will make a disrespectful sound when it touches the wall of the cup.

"It's just a little help. If I didn't make trouble, maybe you and Mr. Granger could move faster."

"It's because he wanted to decorate a Christmas tree at home on a whim this year," Mrs. Granger cast an annoyed glance at her husband who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. Just pack him up and throw him out with the tree."

"Cough cough."

Mr. Granger was caught off guard by the tea. He flipped through the newspaper in his hand as a cover-up, and he did not forget to argue for himself, "Obviously you and Hermione were very happy when you chose, but now it's all over. My bad."

"Hmph," Mrs. Granger didn't even look at her aggrieved gentleman, she just smiled and said to Faith, "does that coat fit you well?"

"Thank you for the Christmas gift, very warm and beautiful!"

Faith hastily put down the small plate and teacup in her hand, put her hands on her knees obediently, noticed Mrs. Granger's loving gaze, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Sure enough, little Fays is cuter," Mrs. Granger reached out her hand to touch the other's soft hair, and couldn't help complaining, "that child Hermione, when I first showed her, she still hated her too much." Old-fashioned, such bad taste must be inherited from her father."

"I prefer a calm style," Faith said in a low voice, her small eyes glanced at the upstairs and the expressions on the other party's face from time to time, "Your choice is very good."

"Hahahaha, Faith really knows how to please people."

Mrs. Granger pushed the cookie in front of the other party, smiling like a flower, "If only little Faith would be my daughter, unlike Hermione, who knows to stay in the room every day to study her magic and papers, It's the same today, I hurried into the room after lunch, and I couldn't even see her when I wanted to ask her for help."

Faith urgently needed a biscuit to heal her tongue that had just been scalded. After feeling the burning pain in her mouth disappear a little, she resisted her embarrassment and spoke.

"Hermione is too busy with her studies this semester. If she has time, she will definitely want to spend more time with you."

"Really... I don't know who she learned her virtue from," Mrs. Granger stood up leisurely, "Wait a minute, I'll call her down."

"It's okay, I'll just go up and find her by myself."

Faith hurriedly stood up, and she wanted to show respect to Mrs. Granger, but she was afraid that the other party would see something wrong with her expression, "I just want to talk to her about something."

"That's fine, you young people play by yourself, I will cut the cake and serve it to you later."

Mrs. Granger remembered her daughter's angry look every time she was interrupted from studying, and felt that it was necessary to find someone to treat her, so she readily agreed.

Faise naturally didn't know that the other party's gentle smile was still mixed with this kind of thought. After getting the promise, she couldn't wait to go up to the second floor.

Facing the familiar wooden door in front of her, Faise didn't hesitate this time, she raised her hand and knocked directly.

A somewhat helpless voice came from behind the door, "Mom, I said I will endorse in the afternoon, and I don't want to eat cake and I don't have time to go out to run errands."

Faith managed to hold back the laughter, and knocked on the door again without letting the laughter overflow from her throat.

"Mommy, please leave me alone for a while."

The girl inside the door tried her best to soften her voice, and even used a coquettish tone that was rarely seen at ordinary times, which made Faise lose her eyes from laughing, and after a while, she opened the mouth with her voice full of laughter.

"Hermione, it's me."

"Touch!" The sound of the heavy object falling made Faise startled, she almost subconsciously put her hand on the doorknob, wanting to push the door and go in to see the other party's situation.

As if knowing what she was thinking, the person inside said quickly, "It's the book that fell! I, I, I, I will come out right away, don't come in yet!"

Immediately, there was a movement that was comparable to decoration from inside the door. Faise took her hand back clearly, listened to the sound inside, imagined the little lion jumping back and forth, and hooked the corners of her mouth.

Fortunately, Hermione didn't make her wait too long, and the door in front of her opened with a "squeak".

The curtains in the room were wide open, and the bright sunlight dazzled Faith's eyes for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she saw Hermione was wearing light-colored home clothes, and there were a few sleeping hairs on one side of her hair. Tilting, I don't know what the other party was doing in a hurry just now.

"You, why are you here?" Hermione stared at the other party's clear eyes, her voice couldn't hide her joy, and she couldn't help complaining, "Why did you come..."

Feyse took out the photos she got in Diagon Alley yesterday from her pocket, waved the photos in front of the other party's eyes leisurely, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes.

"I'm here to get my Christmas present."

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Chapter 250 I Like You

From the Christmas call to the sudden appearance of the other party at the door of her bedroom, Hermione survived five days.

How long is five days?

It was only 120 hours. During the busiest time of Hogwarts this semester, Hermione once spent five days with nearly 200 hours. At that time, her chaotic biological clock and intricate schedule were disasters.

But even though it was 120 hours during the holiday this time, with the company of her family and no pressure of study, Hermione felt that her inner torment was worse than before.

In the past few days, Mrs. Granger is probably the only one who is more distressed than Hermione.

Her daughter would always start to daze for no reason in the middle of things; whenever the phone rang, Hermione would rush out of the room like a rabbit, but when she opened her eyes on the other side, her eyes were like candlelight. He was blown out; he even wanted to rush out of the house without even putting on his coat, only to return home listlessly a few minutes later.

It's so strange that people can't help but wonder if she provoked something strange at school again...

Of course, Mrs. Granger would never guess that her daughter, who had been clever since she was a child, was doing everything possible to 'sell' herself, for free!

"Aren't you going to let me in, Hermione?"

Faise's courage in molesting the little lion before had completely disappeared under the silent gaze of the other party. She blushed from that fiery gaze, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she spoke first.

"Huh?" Hermione replied after a while. Faise's words just now occupied too much memory in her brain, and now she was reacting entirely by instinct.

Pulling the person into the room, and gently closing the door behind her back, Hermione even hesitated for a moment whether she needed to lock it or not.

But soon her attention was drawn to the girl sitting on her bed, fondling Crookshanks.

Before going out today, Faith spent a lot of effort in dressing. The white underwear perfectly outlines her slender waist. After taking off the scarf, the slightly lower neckline well outlines the curve of her neck. The delicate collarbone is in the The other party's strands of hair were faintly visible, and Hermione was so fascinated.

Hermione walked to her bed in a daze, sat next to Faise, stared at the side face with a smile on her face, the heart in her body was pounding, as if it realized something before the brain that was down thing.

My favorite should be accepted by Faise.

Faisy, who was teasing the cat, didn't show it on her face, but she wasn't indifferent to the hotter gaze. There was a lot of sweetness and a little pride in her heart. In order to hide the hot earlobes, she had to lower her head and concentrate on playing with the cat. Lukeshan's claws.

"Meow..."

Poor Crookshanks was disturbed from his nap time, so he could only accommodate himself on Faith's soft and elastic thigh, yawned lazily, and let the other party stroke his fur, using excellent techniques to pamper her. massage.

The bedroom was so quiet that Crookshanks' snort could be heard. Faith absently touched the cat's paw, and lightly rested her fingers on the back of the cat's trimmed paw.

The tail near her belly suddenly wagged in displeasure, and the cat quickly reached back and put it on Faith's finger without hesitation.

This action caught the girl's attention, she tentatively retracted her fingers, and then deliberately retracted her hand into a cat's claw and covered Crookshanks' paw again.