[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

"Damian, are you in a daze?"

Harley frowned, her eyebrows hidden in the furry bangs, and her soft and fluffy hair made it clear that she had just taken a shower. Damian seemed to be able to smell the scent that wafted in the air with body temperature.

He needs to mobilize the highest level of self-control to control himself and not look where he shouldn't look, which makes him almost fall into a meditative state... Of course it will look a little dazed.

Damian had been deeply berating himself for days after Harry left.Before parting, he put the girl in the cloakroom... Behavior other than kissing... In any case, he couldn't do it to her who was only 14 years old.

Even if Halle didn't object, or, even if she took the initiative.Damian Wayne himself should stick to the bottom line.

The bottom line is——the interaction between the two before Harley became an adult must be maintained at the level of a "family fun for all ages" movie, and it must not slip to the R rating.

Harley was there, alluring, undefended.If he does not set a good bottom line and stick to it, he will gradually pursue higher levels of stimulation step by step - today it is behind the ears and neck, next time it may be... a lower place...

It's a high-speed downhill road—it's only going to go faster and faster.

He will definitely not be reconciled, and he will definitely want to taste more and get more.

And Harley...has always been a curious and adventurous girl...

He knew she would never resist, would even be welcome.

Although she didn't talk about it, Damian understood that Harley had already given herself completely...

She trusted herself so much, and he couldn't live up to that trust.

"Of course I'm not in a daze..." He pulled back his wandering thoughts, thinking that he had completely controlled his hormones, and asked Harry seriously, "Hogwarts is okay Is it? Are you all right?"

The center of gravity of her arm changed, and the two lumps moved softly... even changed their shape under the squeeze of her arm...

Damian's so-called "control" collapsed again.

"Nothing happened that we didn't consider before—I'm very famous here," Harry snapped his fingers, "The situation is a bit complicated. Not only is the British Magical Government not doing anything, it's even preventing the public from knowing the truth...but everything is still in progress. within an acceptable range."

She shrugged, and under the influence of this movement... she trembled softly and visibly.

Say good or bad!Damian Wayne!He wanted to hit himself on the head with a dumbbell.

But at least he wasn't so confused that he ignored the message in Harley's words.No matter how much temptation prevails, he still maintains his brain power...although it is less than one-tenth... Damian defended himself weakly.

"Be careful and observe the situation. Under Dumbledore's deterrence, your enemies can only approach you through covert means, so there will be hidden enemies around you, or they may already exist. You need to Find them."

These words are too empty and useless, and he can't really protect the girl by his side... He can only comfort himself with pale words that have no practical guiding significance.

"You're quite right." Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"It's getting late, you go to bed." Harley, it's already 11 o'clock, right?

In fact, it was mainly because Damian himself was about to go crazy if he watched it any longer—suffering.

Harry rubbed his eyes and said goodnight to him, and the double-sided mirror turned into an ordinary mirror, with only his own slightly frustrated expression in it.

He let out a breath, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and managed to get Joe away.

Take a cold shower?

Tsk, no need.

Damian added some weight to both ends of the bench press barbell, wrapped his wrist braces, and lay down again, deciding to use weight lifting to consume excess libido.

He was determined to be completely exhausted today—otherwise he would not be able to sleep at night.

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Hogwarts is a school of wizardry established far longer than Ilvermorny. These ancient castles full of history naturally have many secrets——

Like these moving stairs that were already driving Harley crazy.

"Why do the stairs move?!" She and Queenie were desperately looking for the classroom, just like silly first-year freshmen, "Does it have to be luck in class?!"

"I'm going to draw a map! Or make a flowchart!" Halle swore to herself.

Several Gryffindor classmates around her have already popularized some school rules to her in the past few days, such as where she can't go and what behaviors she can't do.

"These rules are actually a 'Guide to Hogwarts,' Harry," Fred interjected. "The things they don't let you do are actually the funniest things!"

Harry nodded with a smile, but she has no plans to go to the Forbidden Forest for the time being.

After all, she promised Damian to go back alive. Compared with satisfying superfluous curiosity, the young man's position in her heart was obviously more important; and Dumbledore even once seriously told her not to take risks.

Finally, she and Queenie found the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom a second before they were late.

They both now see that this class is a good time to go to sleep... In fact, Queenie has begun to daze, her eyes wandering, staring at the boring textbook Umbridge assigned-a certain chapter of "Defense Against Magic". The page has not been flipped for 10 minutes.

This is so rare, given that Queenie complains every day that her brain cannot rest due to the information pouring in from all directions, but she can get a respite in Umbridge's class, which shows that... other students at this time My brain is also empty...

So Queenie's "signal receiving station" was finally quiet...

Harry yawned and began to let go, too.

She didn't sleep well last night. Damian's shoulder and chest muscles, which had just been awakened from the gym, glowed in the lens, and she could almost imagine their firmness.

I really want to... reach out and touch it?

This is not good...too nympho...

She forced herself to stop thinking about Damian's exuberant flesh.

Hermione's exhortations flooded up at this moment.

"No matter how rebellious you are, don't contradict Umbridge," said Hermione. "She represents the Ministry,"

"You said she wasn't going to let us use wands in class? This is Defense Against the Dark Arts..." This was the first time Harry heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class didn't draw out wands.

"We questioned her in our first class. She took a lot of points off us..." Ron interjected.

"Later she even physically punished the students - she has a magic quill, she will force you to write the examination, with your own blood, and then those words will be engraved on your hand like a scar..."

"My God, this is a violation of human rights!" Queenie yelled.

The author has something to say:

*Looking back at Kazakhstan 4, I actually got a dirty joke from Ron!Uranus memes!

(The same homophonic stalk also appeared in The Big Bang Theory, Uranus Uranus, homophonic youranus your chrysanthemum, in the 18th episode of the third season, Sheldon got drunk to accept the award, and took off his pants)

If I'm not familiar enough with The Big Bang Theory, I really can't get it (*/ω＼*)

The plot of Ha 4:

Lavender (one of the Trelawney fans) said that he had a planet whose position was inaccurate, and Professor Trelawney said, "It's Uranus, dear."

Then Ron said, "Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?"

The follow-up reads "It's unfortunate that Professor Trelawney heard him, and perhaps that's why she gave them so much homework before get out of class was over."

So Ron's words must have a deep meaning, otherwise Trelawney would not be dissatisfied.

Specially went to turn over the original English version

"It's Uranus, my dear," said Professor Trelawney, peering down at the chart.

"Can I have alook at Uranustoo, Lavender?" said Ron.

Wait a minute... Could it be that Lavender started liking Ron at this time? emmmmm...

I did not say anything.

This is the filthy self-pollution 23333

The little humor in Ron’s language, to be honest, I really can’t write it _(:з」∠)_