Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

After walking for a while, Suer looked back at the two 'adults' who were sitting back on the stone bench. From where he was now, he could still hear Hagrid's dull voice filled with joy.

Good luck, Hagrid.

Su Er silently blessed in his heart.

He took the bottle containing the beetles that were still trying to escape from the 'cage' in Hermione's hand, and stuffed it into the pocket that had cast the Traceless Space Stretching Charm.

Although the spell was temporary and could only last for a few hours, he was not in a hurry to 'trial' Rita Skeeter now.

The two of them wandered and found a deserted path, and sat down on a chair with roses engraved on it, finally having some space to be alone.

"What did you just say to Hagrid?" Hermione couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart and asked, "Also, what is that beetle?"

"I'm just reminding Hagrid to be careful to avoid certain things when speaking." Soul looked sideways at Hermione, reached out and pushed a strand of her hanging hair behind her ear, revealing the crystal and pink hair. colored earlobes.

Hermione's face turned red, but she didn't look away curiously.

"As for that beetle." Suer said with a smile, "You can take a guess."

Let me guess?Hermione tilted her head cutely and frowned unconsciously. This was a little habit of hers. She would frown slightly when she was thinking.

Soul stretched out his hand to smooth it gently, "I'll give you a little tip--Transformation."

"Animagus!" Hermione was a very smart little girl and found the answer very quickly, "This beetle is an animagus!"

"That's right." Suer nodded with a smile.

"However, there are only seven Animagus certified by the Ministry of Magic, and none of these seven belong to a beetle. In other words, this beetle is also an illegal Animagus that has not been registered by the Ministry of Magic. Si.”

"Well, continue." Soul reached out and squeezed Hermione's soft little hand.

Hermione didn't struggle at all and continued to think about her observations when she held the beetle in her hand.

Within a minute or two, she figured it out, but she was still a little unsure.

"That reporter?..."

"Rita Skeeter?" At the same time, Hermione turned sideways and looked at Soul, trying to see the answer on his face, "Really?"

"My little Hermione is so smart." Sol smiled and raised his hand to touch Hermione's head.

"Oops, you're going to mess up your hair. I've been messing with it for a long time." Hermione reached out and patted Sol in annoyance, and then asked, "Is that really the reporter who likes to write messy words? How do you recognize that? from."

"Is it weird?" Suer continued to squeeze Hermione's small hand, which was as soft as jade and a little cold. "How can there be beetles in the winter? Moreover, the beetle's eyes have strange circles."

"Think about it again. After removing the fabricated parts of Rita's articles, there are always many secrets that others don't know about." Suer took it apart and analyzed it bit by bit.

"You wouldn't tell your secrets to a stranger, even a stranger, right?"

"It is not ruled out that Rita has the same magical means of acquiring memories like our second-year Lockhart, but no matter what kind of magic it is to absorb memories, there are traces."

"So, to sum up, there is only one possibility. Rita Skeeter is an Animagus, or an inconspicuous Animagus."

Soul's analysis made Hermione suddenly realize.

"Then what are you going to do..." She hesitated, and suddenly thought of the Unforgivable Curse that the fake Professor Moody gave them some time ago, "You don't want to use..."

"I don't want to go to Azkaban." Soul rolled his eyes, raised his hand and tapped Hermione on the head, "Don't think too much."

"I was prepared to give her a good warning before giving it to Dumbledore. I remember that Dumbledore did not invite Rita Skeeter or other reporters into Hogwarts, and a wizard broke in without permission. Hogwarts...and it's not malicious..."

Soul raised his eyebrows, and Hermione understood instantly.

Of course, there was more that Soul didn't tell Hermione. For example, Rita's pen was still very useful, and public opinion would have its unique role at any time.

The premise is that Rita Skeeter must be obedient enough. How to make Rita Skeeter obedient enough is another matter worthy of discussion, which will not be mentioned at this time.

Curiosity was resolved, and for a while there was nothing to say between the two.

Hermione swayed her calves slightly, watching the flower fairies flying up and down in the rose bushes in front of her, and was lost in thought for a moment.

A crystal snowflake fell. Before it landed on Hermione's shoulder, Soul reached out to catch it. The snowflake melted into water under the warmth of his hand, and Hermione turned her head to look at him.

The two people's eyes met.

As the staring time increased, the atmosphere suddenly became hazy and ambiguous, and Hermione's face gradually turned red.

There was no need to pave the way for what happened next. Hermione closed her eyes gently, the down on her face was glowing with a light pink color, and her breathing was slightly quickened.

Hermione showed such initiative, if Soul didn't know what to do next, he would be the biggest fool in the world.

Just like the n-pole and s-pole of a magnet, the two little figures are getting closer and closer in the hazy light.

Hermione's lips were soft and cold, with a faint fruity fragrance. Her breathing was rapid and hot. Hermione immediately retracted before Soul could pry open her teeth.

Score at the touch of a button.

Suer pursed his lips reluctantly, as if he was still savoring the touch just now. Hermione saw Suer's actions, and her face became even redder.

"Don't think too much. This is to reward your outstanding performance on your first project. Keep up the good work."

The same arrogant excuse as always, but this excuse was a bit too lame. The corners of Suer's mouth raised and he said,

"Okay..." He said in a low voice, looking directly at Hermione's moist lips, "Then if I perform well in the second project, can I do it again?"

"To be honest, I didn't feel it clearly just now..."

"Then it depends on your performance." Hermione looked away in a panic, "It seems a little cold, let's go back to the auditorium?"

Another lame excuse, but Soul stood up obediently, bent slightly and placed the back of his hand in front of Hermione.

"Then let me escort you back~"

"my princess."

Hermione was amused by Soul's sudden performance and smiled, but she still reached out and put her hand on the back of Soul's hand.

"Well, my knight."