Hufflepuff never works overtime

A kiss like a superficial kiss landed on the side of the face.

Hermione's mouth was still half-open, she looked at each other stupidly, her throat moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Like the spring breeze blowing over her face, the soft and tender touch was fleeting, but it stirred up waves in her heart for a long time.

Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out his hand to see if this was just his imagination, but the moment he raised his hand, he was attracted by the action of the other party's lips pursing, and a big smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

If only Faith had the habit of wearing lipstick...

Hermione thought regretfully in her heart.

Faise lowered her head and did not look at the other person. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and it took her a long time to calm down her chaotic heartbeat.

"So... are you satisfied?"

Chapter 230

This year's winter has come quietly, it seems that the day before was still frosty and cold in the late autumn, and in a blink of an eye the cold wind is carrying catkin-like snowflakes, wrapping the castle in new white clothes, and urging Hogwarts. The students put on their winter clothes.

After finally surviving the protection of magical animals outdoors class, the students were all frozen like a bunch of quail, and they didn't feel the excitement when they saw the first snow.

Some Hufflepuffs who are slow or want to be lazy, their winter clothes were pressed at the bottom of the box, so they can only rush towards the castle with their heads in their hands after class. They look shivering in the snowstorm. It's pathetic and funny.

"Excuse me, both of you, can you move your legs a little bit, I don't want to be late and sit near the door of the auditorium to blow the cold wind."

Tarsila looked at the two people walking leisurely behind her, and shouted speechlessly with her hips akimbo.

"Don't worry..." Feisi wrapped the scarf round and round around her neck. The handmade scarf has been washed many times, and the knitted wool is a little uneven, but fortunately, the warmth retention effect is still first-class. .

Miriam stared at the white air exhaled from her mouth, looked up into the air, and then slowly stretched out her hand.

The pure white snowflakes fell on the pure black gloves, and after a while, they turned into water stains and soaked the palms.

"You, you, you! What kind of literary style are you putting on!"

Tarsila really couldn't bear the speed of these two people chattering, grabbed one with each hand, dragged them towards the direction of the hall.

"It's snowing..." Miriam murmured, and she let Tarsila lead her like an elk. Anyway, she was the one who saved the effort, wasn't she?

"Otherwise, what do you think this white thing in the sky is? Cotton candy? I'm afraid the snow from the sky has fallen into your head." Tarsila answered angrily.

"Great," Miriam clenched her fists tightly suddenly, letting the cold feeling in her palms spread to her fingertips, and the smile on her face was the brightest one she hadn't seen for a long time. "Then, should we have a holiday?"

"what?"

"Hmm..." Faith shrunk her head back, and hid her frozen red nose in the scarf, "If nothing happens, it should be next week."

Miriam sighed for a long time, "It's finally over. This semester is too exhausting. The teachers are assigning homework like crazy. You must know that the fifth grade is the OWL exam..."

"Who told you to choose that ancient rune, I asked you to choose arithmetic divination with me."

"I don't know who it is. Last week in the dormitory, I complained that the arithmetic and divination charts are more difficult to understand than Professor Hagrid's writing on the blackboard." Milian curled her lips and replied without thinking, "Forget it, you and I Taking classes together will only become the teacher's focus group."

"You! Have you finished memorizing the rune dictionary? Every day I listen to you read those classical Chinese texts that are twisted to death. I feel as if there is a Tebo warthog humming in my ear."

"That's how the teacher taught me, what can I do? Do you think I don't find those words difficult to pronounce? But Hermione reads that way too, except she's a little bit more fluent than me..."

"Could that be called a little more fluent? You two don't use a language system at all, right?" Tarsila taunted relentlessly, so angry that Miriam grabbed the snow on the grass beside her and smeared it on her. face.

As Fayse expected, the argument between the two quickly developed into a farce. They kept squeezing the snow that was within their field of vision into irregular balls and poured it into each other's neck and clothes.

Then proudly admire the other party's monkey-like dancing posture, until revenge comes to him.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured, Faise deliberately moved a little away from the two, pretending that she didn't know these two disgraceful guys—she didn't even bother to stop her, she was already used to it.

And she wisely chose only two courses this semester, so once she joins the conversation, it is likely to turn into a situation where two friends agree to speak out.

That's not acceptable, since Hermione should have just finished her Potions class, and there's no way to rush over to help her win this 'war'.

Look at the two slut birds, no, no, the two roommates are about to quarrel, Faith helped them wipe the snow off their clothes, and laughed and joked, "Are you done venting?"

"It's almost there." Miriam stretched her arms comfortably, "This day is really going to be boring, isn't Mr. Savior planning to do something big this school year?"

Depressedly, Tarsila shook some of the snow out of her clothes, but the part that had melted was still so cold that she grinned.

"Are you dissatisfied with such a peaceful life?" Faith wiped her foggy glasses with her cuff, "I think it's good for Potter to be so quiet, and if he does something this semester, it may really be true." It would drive Hermione crazy."

"why?"

When Miriam heard the part she was interested in, her hands paused slightly, and she said calmly, "Oh, I remembered, didn't you say that Hermione is very clingy to you recently?"

"It's not just as simple as clinging to me," Faith opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain to the other party, "she is willing to seek comfort from me, of course I am very happy, but sometimes it feels a little strange..."

"Why is it so strange?" Miriam patted the other person's shoulder. "Isn't it normal to long for a hug when you're anxious or irritable? Do you feel embarrassed? Or don't you like this kind of physical contact?"

Tarsila muttered unwillingly, "Why don't you give me a hug when I'm depressed?"

"If you need, I can give you a hug." Miriam said sincerely to the other party, "The premise is that you will be as lost as a normal person."

"You!" Tarsila was so angry that her eyes were wide open, she folded her arms and turned her head angrily, muttering something uncontrollably.

"Don't keep bullying her," Faith poked her friend with her elbow, "I'm really mad at you, I can't help you."

"I know." Miriam spread her hands indifferently, "Anyway, I'm coaxing you, you just need to take care of your family."

"Hermione?"

Faith pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. She was really a little unpredictable now, and sometimes she couldn't answer Hermione's sharp questions, but when she used lame rhetoric to try to fool her.

The always shrewd lion cub, however, took his answer full of loopholes lightly, as if he was just asking casually.

But is this really the case?

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The author's words:

Internship... Tired (?-?*)

Chapter 230 Two

"I'm not sure...but she's been really weird lately."

Thinking of the other party's sudden sincerity last week, Faith held the scarf even harder, her knuckles unconsciously stroking the embroidery on it, "It's not just her, maybe I too..."

Hermione's look of surprise at that time flashed in his mind. There were a few blushes on her fair cheeks, and her deer-like wet eyes were dotted with stars, staring at herself without blinking.

"You too?" Miriam frowned. Did Hermione have some new developments that she didn't tell her?

"Huh? No, nothing,"

Faith felt as if someone had punched her chest suddenly, red hot and dull pain, she shook her head stiffly, "I mean maybe I haven't had a good rest recently."

That look might just be my own illusion, how could Hermione...

But Hermione did particularly well that night in her Patronus Charms remedial lesson.

It was better than any time before, and the barrier cast was almost the same as Professor McGonagall's state of not summoning the Patronus. For this reason, the unsmiling head of Gryffindor specially praised the other party's talent and hard work.

When asked why she improved so fast, Hermione deliberately glanced at herself, and then said modestly, "Just like what you taught me, Professor, I think about the happiest thing in my heart, and then I succeed. '

That look was definitely intentional...

Faith covered her face with a wry smile. After realizing that the other party's behavior was obviously wrong, she tried to test it a few times, and Hermione's reaction could kill her.

All in all, just pretend to be stupid.

It's fine to pretend to be stupid, and pretend so carelessly, as long as the other party can show half of the acting skills in Lockhart's class, she won't be able to!Not so helpless!

What does she want me to do?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It was obvious that the other party was playing tricks on her, but she couldn't figure out what Hermione meant. Fortunately, this matter was like a thorn in her heart. , even a small move by the other party will make her heart tremble.

But what can I do?

Could it be that she had to tear her skin apart and confront her face to face, asking why Hermione insisted on kissing her herself?

What if it's not what she guessed?

What if this series of events is really just a coincidence?

With a sad face, Faith scratched her hair irritably, and a few naughty blond hairs rose from the neat queue, just like her mood at this time.

"Feisi, you have to relax a bit. If you don't have a good rest, you will be in a bad mood. If you are too sensitive, you won't like it."

Miriam's hand patted the girl's shoulder twice, her slow tone made Faise look at her resentfully.

You don't know what I'm going through!

"It's not that I'm too sensitive, it's Hermione..." Faith clenched her lower lip tightly with her teeth, leaving deep marks on her, and the white breath from her sigh dissipated into the air without leaving a trace.

"What happened to her? Tell me!"

Tarsila was almost dying of anxiety when she heard that, and she wished she could pry the other person's mouth open, "I'm warning you, Fais, hurry up and say it yourself, don't force me to learn Legilimency!"

"If you wait for you to learn, then she should be able to take this matter to the grave." Milian said lightly from the side, and got the eyes of two people at the same time.

"Hermione," under the staring eyes of the two, Faith rubbed her wrinkled cuffs vigorously, her head was almost buried in her chest, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, "She suddenly said that she would let me kiss her." Let her."

"And then, did you kiss?" Tarsila's eyes lit up, her expression was like that of a squirrel who found a huge nut, and her whole body stiffened.

"Hmm..." Faith nodded silently, "It's very strange, isn't it?"

"Oh ho, mouth to mouth?" Miriam touched her chin with interest, "You guys play very openly in private."

"how could it be possible!"

I just imagined that for a moment, Faise, whose hair was blown up, threw the Fantastic Beasts Protection textbook on the opponent's arm in a panic, making a muffled "bang".

It was her last tenderness not to open the monster book to bite each other.

"Hiss..." Miriam touched her elbow painfully, "I was just joking, and the relationship between girls is better, what's the matter with kissing the face, she should be playing with you ?”

Tarsila also turned her head back with a bored expression, "Feisi, you are too conservative... The bedroom next door is sticky every day, everyone calls 'baby' and 'sweetheart', I should send you there to experience it."

"You..." The indifferent reaction of the two made Faise very aggrieved, her face flushed with depression, but she didn't know how to explain further.

After all, all this is just her speculation.

There is only one thing that Faith knows very well, Hermione's eyes at that moment are definitely not the eyes that should be played around...

Faith's silence made Tarsila quickly put this little episode behind her. Perhaps the aroma of apple pie wanted to attract her attention more, and she bounced and rushed towards the open door of the auditorium.

Miriam deliberately slowed down and walked along the noisy corridor with her.

"Do you think Hermione has crossed the line with you?"

"No," Faith subconsciously shook her head, her fingers kept digging at the pockets of her robe, "It's not like we didn't have intimate actions before, but recently it's been too frequent and too strange, I don't think it's just a simple A joke, she..."

"She has something for you?"

The blunt words made Faise momentarily at a loss for words, and panic, shyness and heart palpitations surged up, blocking her words of justification and evasion in her throat.

"But, Faith, you want to understand one thing,"

A hint of cunning flashed in Miriam's eyes, and the hand on the other's shoulder exerted a slight force, "If you don't take her actions to heart at all, why would you be affected?"

"Since you don't think it was a simple joke, why didn't you reject her?" Feeling that the other party's body stiffened a lot, Miriam continued to pursue the victory, "You don't want to hurt her?"

"Or do you not want to reject her?"

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Author's Word:

That’s great (>?ω`< ) It’s still hard to catch up. I hope everyone can meet a leader who has a sense of difference between commuting and commuting.

Although I want to go as early as possible tomorrow, I have already been informed that I will have a 'welcome meal' tomorrow...

Chapter 230 Three

Layers of snow bent the branches. When Hermione first went out this morning, she was still lamenting that it was rare that there was no snow outside, but when she was waiting for the team to Hogsmeade to assemble, snowflakes began to fall from the air.

"Do you have to have this mouse with you at all times?"

Hermione cast a disgusted look at Ron who was holding a big fat mouse in his hand. Her fingers tapped her elbows impatiently, and she would crane her neck from time to time to look in the direction of the hall.