[HP] Born to be a pair

There are several walking plank roads set up by the park in the forest, and several grass slopes are circled for tourists to camp and rest.

But Renee wasn't going here. She took Neville along the yellow mud path, pulled away the soft rope fence beside the road, and got in--from this road, you can go to an area that few people go to.

There were just trees, flowers, shrubs, and small animals, creatures that both Renee and Neville loved.

The woods are surrounded and surrounded, like a box within a box.The chatter of the tourists gradually faded away, and the more they walked, the more they were surrounded by the still air.

Renee seemed at ease, but Neville was a little uneasy. He had never been to the deepest part of the forest. What would be there?Grizzly bear, bird snake or Tebo warthog?

The green leaves form a barrier, preventing the clear sunlight from splashing into this area.A mist hung over the bushes, mimicking the locks of Dumbledore's beard, weaving among the lower branches of trees and shrubs.

A clear and resonant bird cry sounded, and Renee stopped in her tracks, and looked up at the larks and robins shuttling among the bushes with great interest.

"Look! Neville!" she said cheerfully, "their home is in that tree!"

Neville hurriedly followed, and followed her fingers to look at the branches near the top of an oak tree. There really was a bunch of nests on it. It was a warm nest surrounded by their miscellaneous tiny branches.

"I can't hear them clearly," Neville listened intently. "They didn't speak just now, but now they're singing together. Singing, buzzing, calling—"

"Because there is more than one kind of bird here. There are turtledoves, thrushes, larks, robins, and crows! They all have different calls, and you need to be very careful to distinguish them."

"Can we stay here for a while?" Neville asked.

"Of course, let's go to the thick lawn over there. The grass there is soft and not sticky."

They came to a verdant green lawn, the heat of the afternoon evaporated the dew, so that when they sat down, they could still feel the warmth and dryness.

"Did you often come here to play?" Neville was a little envious, "When I was a child, I was rarely allowed to go out, and I was only allowed to go out to visit relatives - because at that time grandma was afraid that the unfinished Death Eaters would be bad for me. "

"No, it's not," said Renee. "Do you remember? I told you I moved to the lake house when I was six and used to entertain myself in the empty house."

"...Ah, I remember—but you are so familiar with the forest..."

"I found this place when I came back from the summer vacation of the first grade," she couldn't help showing a smile of reminiscence, "Although the forest at night is scary, the forest during the day is a paradise."

A few brown hares flitted past their eyes, their ears flattened on their backs, little brown rabbits like spoons.

A rusty fox came out of the low-lying bushes nearby, with a pointed nose that kept moving, staring timidly and curiously at the two of them.

"I come here to see them occasionally," Renee stretched out her hand and hooked her finger at the young fox, "Although I don't recognize them very much - there are too many of them and they look very similar, but fortunately there are always animals willing to Come close to me and be my most secretive friend."

Neville held his breath, trying to trick the vigilant fox by pretending he didn't care - he succeeded!

It seemed to let go of its vigilance, and slowly poked out its body wrapped in soft fur from the bushes, and gradually approached Renee who opened her hands, curiously putting its wet black nose in her palm to sniff.

"Then they must all know your secret," Neville said softly, for fear of disturbing this gentle and cute cub, "Animals and plants have their own ways of communicating, maybe the whole forest knows it .”

"Then I'm glad there won't be some mysterious animal or bird whisperer around here." Renee said half-jokingly, and looked up at him, "You can't understand their words, can you? ?”

"I wish I could understand," he said with a grin, "so I could exchange secrets with you, even if forced."

"Then we can make an agreement - after graduation from the seventh grade, we will exchange secrets, shall we?"

"How important is your secret? Is it a little secret, or a big one?"

"Big secret, pretty big, pretty big secret."

"Oh! This is a hard thing for me," said Neville distressedly. "I don't have such a big secret to exchange with you."

"Then replace it with quantity. How about you exchange two little secrets for one of my big secrets?"

"You've aroused my curiosity—damn it! Well then!"

With a solemn joy on Renee's face, she solemnly held out her little finger and said, "There is no third wizard nearby, so there is no way to make an unbreakable vow. So--I have to use the unbreakable vows of the Muggle world." oath."

"Really?" Neville was taken aback, staring nervously at her little finger, "So serious? Then what should I do?"

"You stick out your pinky too," Renee said solemnly, and Neville complied.

She wrapped her fingers around his fingers and shook them slightly in mid-air, scaring away the young fox leaning on her lap.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

In fact, Renee didn't know either, she only knew that this gesture represented a promise, and it was taught to her by Sihua, but this did not prevent her from using it to deceive Neville.

"Although Muggles don't have magic, they also have their own wisdom," she withdrew her finger with a normal face. "If any of us violates this oath, the little finger will rot."

Neville didn't quite believe it. After all, he was close to 16 years old, and he was obviously no different from an adult in appearance, nor was he a juvenile kid.

But he was willing to play dumb in front of Renee - if it would make her happy, so he nodded seriously, showing his attitude.

Renee laughed as expected, two blushes naturally floated on her apple muscles, which made her eyes green like forests and grasslands.She seemed happier at home than at school, especially during these short hours, when she was breathlessly happy.

And seeing Renee happy, he also felt happy, and this happy breath filled Neville's chest, which made him both pleasantly surprised and reluctant.

The two laughed at each other, at first Renee was laughing at Neville, and Neville was following Renee's laugh, and then they laughed because of each other's laughter, which even caused Neville to fall into the soft grass and lie down. He was holding his hand to his aching stomach, but he couldn't stop smiling.

Their movement had already scared away the surrounding birds and beasts, and Renee burst into tears of laughter.

Through the hazy water mist, she saw the leaves blown by the wind let in strands of light, and the sunlight poured down on his face warmly, like the lovely touch of a hand—the next second, Renee's hand Instead of this hand, he stroked Neville's face.

"What?" Neville gasped and stopped, his cheeks were sore and his stomach hurt from laughing, and once he stopped laughing, he felt that there was no reason for the laughter just now.

"Can we - come here?" Renee asked, looking innocent and natural, like asking him the topic of his Potions essay today.

After a moment of stalemate, he finally realized that Renee was not joking, and Neville suddenly looked very strange and abnormal, a glowing pink slowly crawled all over his body, approaching the honey-colored cheeks, neck, hands, and whole body.

——Especially when he was still wearing Muggle short sleeves and shorts, this embarrassing trace of shyness became more and more clear.

"I, I don't understand..." Neville was still struggling, trying to make Renee understand that this is an inappropriate place, "There will be people coming nearby..."

"No, not at all," Renee looked at him persistently, "for more than ten years, no one will come here except me—they are all afraid of encountering big beasts."

Neville wondered why Renee was never emotionally shy?She seemed to be born with a string called embarrassment, maybe even if she was asked to make out with him in front of the whole school, she would gladly accept it.

"Did you feel blocked because of what happened last time?" Renee said casually, "I've said it all, I don't care!"

"Then come on!" Neville agreed to her in a flash of enthusiasm, but it was too late to regret - because Renee had already brightened her eyes and hugged him happily.

The sky changed again, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, causing the nearby elms and oaks to shake wildly. The mysterious golden silence slanted through the branches and was cast under the trees, illuminating the two figures solidly.

"I really want to stay here—" Neville lay flat on the grass slope, his blue eyes staring at the blue sky, "I want to write to grandma and ask her to pick me up in a week."

"If she agrees," Renee said contentedly, "my family is not a problem. As long as you hide in my bedroom at night, my father will never find out that there is another person in the family."

"Really?!" Neville sat up abruptly, his eyes bursting with surprise, "Then I'll go find her later—she said she would pick me up before dinner, so I might as well tell her then! "

"Oh! Of course..."

No, Renee suddenly remembered something.

She has saved a few weeks of vacation, intending to visit Shafik's house in London, to find out the truth about her mother's death and all the mysteries about Shafik.

But—if Neville was going to stay, which she couldn't do, she had to use the holidays to hang out with him—what was the point of Neville staying if Renee wasn't home every day?

Damn it, she obviously kept this matter in her heart and wrote it down in a notepad.But for some reason, he forgot for a moment just now, and hastily and easily made a promise to Neville.

"Grandma would definitely like to come and see you and your family," Neville said hopefully. "Do you think your father will have time?"

"Uh, it's hard to say," Renee looked away in embarrassment, and straightened some wrinkled clothes by herself, "He has been working in the city during the day, and he goes back to his room after dinner at night—we can't let her wait until Evening."

"Is there nothing going on in your family?" Renee asked again. "Have you finished your homework? And your grandparents and uncles, do they miss you?"

"I just visited them last week," Neville said happily, "and I finished my homework—you can't believe it! When I got home, I thought of you and went to do my homework. It will be over soon!"

Renee had no excuses now, and if she continued, Neville would suspect her excuses for refusing - it was a real headache that she didn't want to tell him about her mother just yet.

But Renee's silence obviously caused Neville's misunderstanding, and he stared at her nervously: "What's the matter? Do you feel bad?"

Good or bad, she could answer both questions, but Renee tried hard not to look like a run-down jerk—especially at a time like this, when if she said no, the jerk pointer would Will go one more step.

"No, no," she finally pursed her lips and smiled, "It's fine, I think it's fine."

Fortunately, she hadn't discussed the date with Aunt Abigail in advance, so it seemed that she had to follow the agreement in the first letter and visit before this year's Christmas holiday.

And now?Just let her spend time with her boyfriend without distractions—is Neville's birthday coming soon?

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