The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

"Hermione, why do I feel healthy and happy after receiving this book?"

Dolly asked earnestly, "The knowledge in the book... my mother taught me, so I understand that learning this book will make me healthy, but I don't understand why it will make me happy."

Hermione simply assumed Dolly was upset and only wanted to destroy the book as soon as possible so that Dolly would be able to tell her that everything was normal.

Unexpectedly, Dolly had also studied the relevant knowledge and even began to ask Hermione about her motives. This was not a question that could be answered directly.

Not to mention discussing why happiness is possible; Hermione herself hasn't even tried it, so how would she know if she would be happy?

If she hadn't been worried that Dolly would seek pleasure in the body too early, too much, and in inappropriate places, why would she have given Dolly this book?

So, the question of what happiness is and how to be happy should be answered by Dolly!

Thinking of this, Hermione glared at Dolly with dissatisfaction: This is clearly your business, why did you make her feel so awkward too?

Well, the fact that she gave him the book was indeed the most direct reason for the awkwardness between the two of them, but she meant well.

As a result, Dolly not only failed to grasp the meaning, but also came to ask her questions. What was Hermione supposed to say?

You can't exactly say, "You can't find pleasure in the classroom by yourself, can you?"

Hermione's self-righteous demeanor left Dolly equally bewildered. Had Hermione asked a difficult question?

Does Hermione mean to say that reading brings happiness?

Dolly simply couldn't enjoy that kind of sophisticated pleasure.

Dolly can find joy in watching entertainment, but she could never find joy in reading a textbook on physiology.

If you enjoy watching it, then there's something wrong with it!

Could it be that Hermione thinks... she's actually that kind of person?

Dolly immediately felt wronged!

Although Dolly was hardly a normal girl, she couldn't possibly have gone to this extent.

She was also a little annoyed. If Hermione didn't make things clear today, Dolly would definitely not let it go.

Dolly is determined to prove her innocence!

So Dolly met Hermione's gaze defiantly and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Hermione, tell me."

Why do you think this book makes me happy?

The two men looked at each other, each believing they had grasped the absolute truth, until Crookshank rolled over and nearly fell off the table.

Screaming, he used his hands and feet to grab the edge and climb up, breaking the standoff and silence between the two.

"You really want to know?"

Hermione finally spoke; she was never one to back down.

Since Dolly is convinced she's right, Hermione is going to let Dolly know where she went wrong.

If Dolly loses face because of this, that's her own problem.

Anyway, Hermione Granger wouldn't take responsibility for her friend while also allowing herself to be questioned by this member.

Dolly nodded firmly. She hadn't done anything wrong, so why should she be wrongly accused by Hermione for no reason?

Especially since this involved a matter of principle that Dolly had to uphold, she naturally couldn't back down.

"good very good."

Hermione took a deep breath, sat up straight, and pulled Dolly to sit up as well.

"This is your own choice, don't blame me."

"Of course, if you can prove I'm wrong, I will definitely apologize."

Dolly's words became the final straw that prompted Hermione to take action.

"Then I hope you won't regret it, and you won't be scared either."

Hermione gave her an ultimatum, and Dolly looked at Hermione firmly, refusing to back down.

She's lived two lives; what hasn't she seen?

She wouldn't be intimidated by Hermione's words. Today, Hermione had to explain things clearly before Dolly would allow her to leave her side.

Hermione finally made her move, reaching out with annoyance and placing her fingers on Dolly's knee, then slowly moving them up Dolly's leg.

This action caused Dolly's mind to go blank for a moment. What was Hermione trying to do?

She had never seen such a scene before, even after living two lifetimes.

Dolly felt as if an electric current had passed through her body, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Although Dolly knew it was impossible, after all, she wasn't straight, and Hermione wasn't gay, at least not now.

Moreover, Hermione is one of those who awaken late, so why would she do anything excessive at this time?

So Dolly held back, her face expressionless, even looking at Hermione with a puzzled expression, as if she wanted Hermione to keep moving.

Hermione was even more annoyed now.

She hesitated for a moment, but now, to prove herself right, Hermione had no choice but to continue her attack.

So Hermione simply reached out and placed her hand on Dolly's thigh, intending to warn Dolly again, but then she noticed Dolly's slightly reddened earlobes.

Despite her best efforts to control herself, Dolly was ultimately just a naive newcomer to the world, unable to control every change in her expression in the face of unfamiliar situations.

This made Hermione realize in an instant what she was doing.

Her once firm hand began to tremble and hesitate, and her heart started pounding uncontrollably. She dared not look Dolly in the eye again, her brown eyes darting around, trying to find a place to settle down.

At this moment, Dolly spoke again, saying, "That's it?"

...Ahem, this is actually Dolly's imagination.

But in reality, she only dares to say one word now, feigning surprise and confusion: what?

But that was enough to enrage Hermione again. An annoyed Hermione raised her hand once more, her gaze sweeping over Dolly's hem, as if she had finally identified her target.

This time, however, her hand failed to land.

She didn't even dare to look at Dolly anymore, because her ears had turned red.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione caught a glimpse of Dolly's confused and bewildered face. That delicate face, brimming with "ignorance," made Hermione feel like she was about to do something wrong.

Although she was in the same grade as Dolly, she was almost a year older than Dolly and far surpassed her in the relevant knowledge.

Even if she has a perfectly legitimate reason now, if she wins against Dolly now, won't Dolly feel that she is taking advantage of her once she understands everything?

Hesitantly, Hermione finally let go of her hand, but instead grabbed Dolly's wrist.

If it's really too much for her to do it herself, then it's alright to let Dolly do it herself, right?

She pulled Dolly's hand toward Dolly's thigh, but no matter what she did, she couldn't budge Dolly's wrist. When she looked up, she saw Dolly looking at her with a strange expression.

Hermione's face flushed instantly, and she quickly explained, "No, that's not what I meant."

What do you mean?

"That's... what I mean!"

"So, what exactly do you mean?"

"Dolly, do you really not understand?"

"I really don't understand!"

Dolly's heart was about to explode from Hermione's antics. She couldn't possibly say she didn't mean it, but Hermione probably didn't.

If she did, Doric wouldn't know why Hermione meant that; if she didn't, Doric wouldn't know what Hermione meant.

"I...I can't explain it!"

Hermione finally gave up, released Dolly's wrist and tried to escape, but how could Dolly let Hermione leave at this point?

For the first time, he used his power, far exceeding that of an ordinary person, to pull Hermione into his arms, letting her rest on his shoulder, and their eyes met.

"Hermione, you have to explain what you mean, otherwise... we'll just stay here for Christmas."

Hermione's face was already bright red. She tried to struggle a couple of times, but there was no hope of escaping.

It was only then that Hermione realized that the seemingly weak Dolly was actually a strong woman who could use her own strength to violently kill trolls.

Only in front of her would she become such a soft little thing, which made Hermione feel a sweet sense of pride.

However, when this power was used on her, Hermione found it difficult to resist.

However, compared to the even more embarrassing scene just now, this doesn't seem like anything at all.

So Hermione simply said, "Let's keep it that way then. Anyway, I don't have to exert any effort, and it's quite comfortable."

She simply leaned against Dolly, enjoying Dolly's strong embrace, a rare experience for Hermione.

Gradually, she actually accepted the feeling, feeling a faint drowsiness creeping in, and closed her eyes, letting out even breathing sounds.

When she woke up, she realized she had slept for half an hour, and Dolly released her from her strong hug.

He simply held her waist gently, his fingers softly stroking the strands of hair on her neck.

Hermione pushed Dolly's hand away, and the feeling of those gentle fingers brushing against her neck made Hermione unable to help but laugh.

But she still didn't run away. Dolly still held her wrist and said, "You didn't explain to me and you were lying on top of me sleeping. Even Crookshanks wouldn't dare to do something like this."

"Hermione, you've been acting really strange today."

"It's clearly you who's acting strangely!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Dolly, but felt that what had just happened still needed to be brought to an end, so she took a deep breath.

He leaned close to Dolly's ear and whispered what had happened that day.

She watched as Dolly, wand in hand, found a joy in her history of magic class that was usually indescribable.

This is clearly wrong and immoral for a first-year wizard.

At least when you're alone in your dorm room...

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Dolly shoved her roughly and broke down, saying, "I didn't do that, I just..."

Dolly hesitated for a moment, because at that time she was strengthening her wand, and this was something she couldn't say outright.

That moment of hesitation was tantamount to a death sentence in Hermione's eyes.