Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 811 Crook Hill: Open the door!

It was already evening when I got home.

The moonlight was so bright, almost perfect, that it looked like an oil lamp hanging on the roof when you looked up from the small road in Hampstead on the outskirts of the city.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

Loren walked briskly, in a cheerful mood, humming a melody he couldn't recall, the lyrics of which he couldn't remember. The tune was light and cheerful, and he remembered it as a song sung by a girl. He thought he imitated it very well, with a disgustingly affected, high-pitched voice.

As the melody continued to be sung, the lyrics gradually became complete.

"It's my first night out with you."

Treat me well and buy me shoes.

Let me be your fantasy play. "Let me be your lover, and we'll play together..."

Hermione followed behind, closed the door, changed her shoes, and silently listened to the playful melody and the somewhat unserious lyrics.

"Just give me some time."

I will be ready.

The man arrived at Granger's house as if he were at home, feeling completely at ease. He casually found a brand new bath towel, prepared his toiletries, and went into the second-floor bathroom.

Hermione watched him go upstairs. Crookshanks suddenly appeared from some corner, heard the noise in the bathroom, tilted his head, opened his bright eyes, and rushed to the bathroom door, starting to scratch at it persistently.

Loren didn't take a shower immediately in the bathroom; instead, he touched and looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity mixed with strangeness.

Hampstead's houses are spacious enough, with several bathrooms in each house. This one is near Hermione's bedroom and is usually only used by her. He stayed here during his first-year summer vacation and used this one as well. After a long separation, the feelings were complicated.

There was a pile of bottles and jars in the cabinet by the sink. Loren picked one up and glanced at it. They all looked pretty much the same, but there were subtle differences in some places. He felt a sense of awe and quietly put it back.

"Sizzle..."

Crookshan outside the door scratched at the door a little faster.

A silly cat.

Loren suddenly remembered the important matter at hand tonight, turned on the shower, and waited for the hot water while taking off his clothes.

"Do my makeup."

Bathe in my perfume (spray perfume)

A quick shower won't take too long.

I'll be done just sing this song so that "I can..."

The sound of running water, faint singing, and scratching at the door came from the bathroom.

Hermione sat on the sofa, her eyes slightly dazed. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Ginny had said that afternoon, and she clenched her fists slightly, feeling restless. Her earlobes also turned slightly red.

All sorts of strange thoughts suddenly flooded my mind, seemingly swirling for hours, yet also feeling like only a few minutes had passed.

After thinking for a long time, Hermione decided to take a shower in another bathroom.

Summer is the season for taking a bath.

Moreover, they had dinner at Diagon Alley today and went shopping in the afternoon, so it's normal for them to have a light sweat and take a shower.

"..."

Hermione deliberately slowed down, wetting her hair, applying conditioner, and soaking in the bathtub for a long time before leisurely sitting up to dry it, choosing the inefficient hairdryer instead of magic. At this moment, there were slight noises outside, and Crookshanks had stopped scratching at the door; Loren inside must have finished washing up.

They might leave in a few more minutes.

"...Wrap me in plastic and make me shine."

We can make a dollhouse based on your design.

The singer's voice was strained and indescribable, and the lyrics were even more difficult to describe.

Hermione paused for a moment, stared at the mirror in silence for a long time, then wrapped herself in her bathrobe and slowly walked out.

Let's build a dog out of sticks and twine.

I can call you master.

Loren hummed as he turned his head, paused briefly, and then finished the song: "You can call me mine."

Hermione frowned, looking somewhat distressed, but still mustered the courage to look up and meet his gaze, her voice trembling slightly: "Could you please stop singing?"

"Mind your own business, I just love to sing."

Loren's lips curled into a smirk, his chin raised, and he laughed with extreme arrogance: "Who told you to owe me a birthday present last year? Now that I have two presents, I'm the host tonight."

Hermione pursed her lips, remained silent, and glanced down at Crookshanks lying beside her.

Loren simply pulled out his wand and tapped it on the body—

A slight popping sound was heard in the air, followed by the snarling meows of a cat coming from the courtyard outside.

The lights in the room and hallway went out one by one, plunging the entire house into darkness. Only a reading lamp remained in the bedroom, casting a dim, pale yellow light that blurred the silhouettes of the two people and the surrounding furniture.

Hermione's breathing became somewhat erratic as she watched the figure gradually approach, a smile she couldn't suppress on his face as he walked towards her... She wasn't sure what was going through her mind at that moment; it was a jumbled mess. But she knew for sure that her heart was pounding, filled with a faint sense of anticipation.

"Luo um..."

"..."

All words were cut off. Two shadows intertwined, stumbling and falling into the dim, pale yellow light. Their shadows were reflected on the wall, the snow-white sheets, and the thick curtains, swaying and flickering indistinctly.

……

Hampstead.

The first light of dawn was breaking.

The nearby neighborhood gradually awakens. Summer cicadas and insects, full of energy, begin to chirp early in the morning, followed by the sounds of birds chirping and chattering, clearly filled with joy.

The room was warm and cozy.

I don't know if it's just psychological, but even after a thorough cleaning, I still feel there's a lingering, indescribable odor in the room.

Loren hadn't gotten up yet. He wrapped his arms around the girl's neck and held her in his arms. He could feel the soft down comforter and lingered in the warmth, reluctant to wake up. It took him a long time to open his eyes.

Hermione was curled up in his arms, wearing a summer silk nightgown, the material so light that one could almost feel the delicate skin beneath.

As if sensing his gaze, Hermione's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she woke up.

Loren stared into those clear eyes, then buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath: "Hermione."

"..."

Feeling a tingling, itchy sensation, Hermione actually wanted to turn away, but the man's two hands and one leg blocked her body; it was a fighting technique that was difficult to break.

Hermione.

"..."

Hermione.

"What's wrong?"

I love you so much.

"I love you too, and I'll love you even more if you could take your wand away."

"hey-hey."

Loren whispered in her ear with a silly grin, "It's my birthday today, can I...?"

Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed, feeling somewhat helpless. Looking at the man's silly grinning face, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and punch him, but still didn't say anything to refuse.

Ultimately, they are lovers who have given each other their all, and these things are just normal fun.

"..."

It was another sunny morning.

The turmeric kitten in the courtyard silently scratched at the door.

(End of this chapter)