This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1037 Hermione's Exclusive Teething Stick

After sunset,

Vincent in the room was half lying on the bed, quietly looking at Hermione lying on his chest.

Her breathing became a little rapid, and she suddenly opened her mouth and bit his shoulder hard.

Vincent looked at the two neat rows of teeth marks on his shoulder with a smile on his face. "Didn't you say you had no strength left?"

Hermione glared at him fiercely, "You said you wouldn't eat me, you liar."

Vincent gently lifted her chin and stared at her beautiful red lips with lingering interest. "Now it seems like you want to eat me, right?"

Hermione felt something pressing against her lower abdomen and screamed as she sat up. She pulled the quilt that had been squeezed to the edge of the bed tightly around her body, leaving only a section of her calf barely covered by a pair of torn stockings exposed.

"You... stop making trouble."

He smiled wickedly and opened his arms, "Come, please enjoy it."

Hermione glanced down quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The obelisk has not been fully erected yet, so she should be able to escape.

She stole another glance, "I want the vegetarian version."

"Okay." Vincent curled his lips, slightly opened the curtains and took a look, only to find that it was already dark.

He sat up from the bed, "It's so late."

Hermione picked up the white shirt scattered on the bed with a resentful look on her face and threw it over angrily, "It's good to know. A whole afternoon has passed."

Vincent didn't pay much attention to the time, but the first History of Magic class in the afternoon was at two o'clock, which was less than three hours in total.

He has been exercising since he was a child, so this amount of exercise is nothing.

This doesn't mean that Hermione's physical fitness is poor. Once she adapts and gets used to it, perhaps the situation will be completely reversed.

Vincent shuddered for no apparent reason, thinking of some not-so-good images.

Hermione, wrapped in a quilt, walked to the bed and leaned over to him. He swallowed subconsciously.

Did she want to...

"Please move aside. You're pressing on my underwear."

No wonder the mattress seemed to become soft; it turned out to be because I was sitting on her underwear.

How can the situation be reversed so quickly from being a girl to becoming a woman?

But for the sake of the future, we should expand our advantages at this time.

Vincent met her wary amber eyes and quickly decided on a plan.

He leaned over, picked up the underwear and handed it over, "Are you really going to be a vegetarian?"

Hermione stepped back hastily, hooking her bra around her waist. "What did you say?"

"I mean dinner." He blinked his big eyes. "I have to eat some meat to replenish my energy during the halftime break."

Hermione glared at him without any deterrence, "Speak nicely, or I'll go back if you do this again."

Vincent raised his hands in feigned surrender, "Okay, then let's go to Chef Ramsay's Eggplant Restaurant?"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "I think it's fine to be at home. Let's go out and see what we can buy before the market closes."

The first step of showing weakness was successful.

The two put on their clothes and went out, and after a short walk they arrived at the busiest and most prosperous center of Oxford Street.

As a shopping mecca in London, the market here naturally doesn't close so early.

Vincent, who grew up on Oxford Street, knew many of the market stall owners, as they were all neighbours living nearby.

What surprised him was that Hermione actually knew a few of them, probably because Evelyn often brought her over during the summer vacation.

It was already 8 o'clock in the evening when Vincent came back from the market. He put the things in the kitchen and the magic communicator rang.

"It's Fred."

Hermione, who had put on her apron, nodded and motioned for him to answer the call.

The twins' big faces appeared on the projection screen. "Hey, man, I heard you were missing? We found your missing person notice on the bulletin board in the lobby."

Vincent zoomed out so they could see Hermione next to them, "It's not me who's missing, it's us."

The twins looked at the two smiling people, and the expressions on their faces were wonderful.

Especially Fred, who has been having a little ambiguity with Angelina recently, has envy and jealousy directly engraved on his forehead.

George recognized it was Wayne's house, "You guys are dating at home!?"

Vincent turned and pointed the camera at the pile of ingredients. "Let's not talk about that for now. We haven't even had dinner yet."

The call ended and he muted the magic communicator.

Hermione felt a little strange at first, always feeling that he seemed to be up to something bad.

However, his subsequent performance was normal, and the two of them divided the work and cooperated, and soon the table was filled with sumptuous dishes.

Sweet and sour spare ribs, stir-fried chicken, seafood risotto, avocado and shrimp salad, creamy salmon and clam chowder, Provencal stew...

Vincent calmly opened the kitchen cupboard, took out the candles inside and also took two highball glasses.

He leaned out half of his body and asked Hermione who was setting the tableware, "Would you like some red wine?"

"Okay."

The second step of relaxing vigilance was also successful.

In the romantic candlelight dinner and tipsy atmosphere, the simple-minded Hermione finally let the wily Vincent succeed.

The second half lasted so long that she couldn't even remember when it ended.

The first thing she did when she woke up was to grab the arm that was hugging her and bite it hard.

"Ouch——" Vincent was awakened by the pain.

He looked at his arm covered with teeth marks with tears in his eyes.

Although girls would use this unique behavior of biting to leave a mark of love, which may seem like an attack, it is actually a cover-up for the infinite trust and intimacy in their hearts, but she seemed to have expressed it a little too much.

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In the final analysis, it was because she was so angry that she had no choice but to vent her dissatisfaction by biting.

What else can a man do? Of course he has to put up with her willfulness.

But Hermione still seemed unsatisfied. She let go of Vincent's arm, which was covered with teeth marks, and sat directly on him.

She looked at his exquisitely carved upper body wantonly, her fingertips running from his well-proportioned collarbone to his solid chest.

Vincent had an inexplicable premonition of something bad happening.

She poked it gently, as if testing the feel.

The ominous premonition became stronger.

It seems to be teasing, but in fact it is looking for the right position.

The corners of her mouth raised in a strange arc, which made Vincent take a deep breath involuntarily.

He thought he was doomed, but what he got was a soft touch.

After a moment, Hermione's teeth suddenly tightened, leaving a shallow tooth mark on her chest.

Vincent was wondering, but she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Remember, this is the price you pay for bullying me."

It seems that he has calmed down.

He raised his arm covered with teeth marks and gently stroked her furry head. "My memory has been very bad recently. You have to remind me more often."

Hermione snorted in dissatisfaction and traced the teeth marks on his chest with her fingertips. "Don't worry, I will remind you every day until you never forget it in your life."

Vincent suddenly laughed happily, "Then I will become your exclusive teething stick?"

Hermione gave him a warning look that was not intimidating at all, but she did not deny what he said.

It is clingy and likes to bite, just like a cat.

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