[HP] Born to be a pair

The bedroom was pitch black, and the bright moonlight outside the window splashed on Neville's back, hiding his front in shadows.

Renee couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could see the familiar notepad he was playing with.

"What are you doing?" She was extraordinarily calm, as if the matter had come to an end and could no longer be saved.

"I picked up this notebook in the crack." Neville's voice was calm, "And your name is written on the title page—what is this?"

"Apart from the title page, have you read the contents clearly?"

"I didn't look at it unless you let me," said Neville.

Renee exhaled lightly, staring closely at the black notepad in his hand that looked dangerous and would be opened as long as there was a gust of wind.

"I'm glad you didn't read it," she controlled the tremor in her voice, "because it's my diary, and no one else can read it except me."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Renee." Neville returned the book to her in a panic, and when the light and heavy black notepad returned to her arms, the boulder in Renee's heart fell steadily.

It contained the data and evaluations of all her previous boyfriends, including Neville himself—let's say, in the past when she had never touched someone's soul, her evaluations were quite harsh.

There are more key words and sentences related to secrets, three or four future events that have been experienced three or four times, these things are things that Renee does not want others to see.

She always prided herself on her talent for hiding things, burying her cache of food like a bulging brown-cheeked squirrel.

But Renee apparently forgot - as long as the object is tangible and visible to others, then what can't be found?

At most, it's just a time gap.

After she rudely stuffed the notepad back into the school suitcase, the two sat quietly by the bed.No one turned on the lights, and only the sound of unsteady breathing could be heard in the quiet and dark bedroom.

"Did you mention me in your diary?" Neville asked pretending not to care, but his eyes were shining under the moonlight, looking very curious.

"Of course, quite a lot." Renee replied calmly, "You are the one I love, and I can't control my brain and hands anyway."

She was a little flustered, and unknowingly used her usual practice again - breaking down the defense line of the opponent with a bombardment of sweet words, and then making him forget the topic she wanted to avoid.

"I really want to know how you write about me," Neville said shyly and happily. "Is this book your secret? Will you let me read it after graduation?"

"Let's watch at that time, okay?" Renee took the topic away again, "Did you hear that my father has returned to the house?"

Neville turned his head, as if he was listening carefully to the movement outside the wooden door, and he really heard the faint sound of the TV program coming from the opposite bedroom.

He also let out a long breath, and restored his lowered voice to his normal voice: "I'm going back tomorrow."

"Yes." Renee said with mixed emotions, she enjoyed the pleasure of Neville by her side, as if the happiness between the two would double.

But what had just happened made her suddenly wary, and it reminded Renee that she was still a person surrounded by mystery, and if she kept this open and transparent relationship with him for a long time, sooner or later something would happen to her.

"Would you like to come to my house for the remaining few weeks?" Neville asked shyly, not daring to look up at her.

"There are still a few unoccupied bedrooms in my house... Grandma must welcome you very much, as well as uncles and great-uncles... If they know you're here, they will definitely be eager to come and visit."

"Oh... I'm sorry, Neville." Renee said in a very regretful tone, "I have to work until the middle of August, maybe another time."

Neville nodded somewhat disappointed.

In the middle of the night, they went to the bathroom to wash up, and walked and talked in the bedroom and corridor with the help of the TV.

Renee had a new nightgown, and not only she liked it, but Neville liked it too.She seemed to want to vent something tonight, and finally they didn't fall asleep until the pointer on the pocket watch pointed to three in the morning.

The next morning, after old Hawk started the car and drove away from the forest, Renee woke up.As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Neville propped his head up, staring at her face with fascination.

"What are you doing?" Renee yawned sleepily.

"I'm looking at your eyelashes," said Neville. "They're long and dark, like an airtight, warm mantle when you close them; Bigger and more attractive."

Renee couldn't help laughing. During this time, Neville and Willy had been playing together for a long time, and at some point they also learned these poetic compliments.

But she still hugged him and said encouragingly: "Great, today's analogy is better than yesterday's - after all, my eyes are nothing like the thick wet algae in the lake."

When it was almost noon, they finally agreed to get out of bed and eat something.Neville cooked porridge with milk on the stove, adding some cinnamon and vanilla pods, while Renee put the hard buns in the oven to make them soft and delicious again.

With two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, a plate of maple syrup and a plate of lingonberry sauce, the two ate everything, and finally collapsed on the dining chair and burped.

"I'll take you to see Mrs. Longbottom." Renee said impatiently after the meal.

To see his dearest and most admired grandma, Neville's joyful mood was inexplicably mixed with a ray of loss and melancholy.

Perhaps it was the days and nights he stayed here that made him used to being with Renee day and night.The carefree life is like a portrayal of the future he imagined, which made him look very sad when he had to pull away.

By the time the two walked into the western part of the forest one after the other, Neville's grandmother——Augusta Longbottom was already standing squarely under an oak tree.

It was still the same dark green fringed robes, like thousands of identical robes in her wardrobe; there was also the matching rust red moth-eaten fox fur, and the vulture on the pointed wizard hat was still the same. Unusually high spirits.

"Ah, Neville, my good boy," Mrs. Longbottom walked quickly, with a very gentle attitude,

"I received the OWL report card from you, and I have to say, although you don't have the talent and glory of your father... but seven certificates? It's beyond my expectations..."

Neville's facial muscles twitched, maintaining an expression somewhere between flattered and embarrassed.

"And you... Good boy! Good boy! Nine excellent certificates!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Renee again, with a touch of approval, "Your parents must be very proud of you—Magic For that matter, you went to fight too, didn't you?"

Only then did Renee find the opportunity to interject, and she said politely, "Good afternoon, Mrs Longbottom—" Mrs Longbottom frowned suddenly, and Renee quickly changed her words, "I mean—uh, grandma—is Yes, I went too."

"Excellent! Excellent!" Mrs. Longbottom smiled pleasantly, her old face was full of wrinkles,

"I'm so happy and proud of you, fighting the Death Eaters side by side... Oh! This is Frank and Alice in school days! Neville - you two are a match made in heaven!"

Frank and Alice Longbottom were Neville's parents, and he was blushing with shame at such a metaphor, and quietly puffed out his chest.

"So, Renee, my dear, when are you going to go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies?" Mrs. Longbottom continued to ask.

"Perhaps the end of August, Grandma, when I usually go."

"Then I'll pick you up when the time comes, and I'll go with you and Neville, okay?"

"Oh—wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?" Renee said in surprise, "I used to go shopping alone, and the textbooks and supplies I needed were not very many..."

"It's different now," said Mrs. Longbottom sternly, and then sighed.

"Nowadays, there are several reports of death or disappearance in the newspapers every day, and dementors and death eaters are still watching from the shadows—even if I think about it, these low-level idiots are not a threat! Unlike you, boys, many shopkeepers in Diagon Alley have been robbed, and security is serious."

Renee didn't know what to say. Although she knew the current situation was dangerous, she went to Diagon Alley alone to purchase the equipment for the sixth grade the previous few times. The whole beard came out.

"And, Renee, do you still need to go to Gringotts to exchange pounds?" Mrs. Longbottom seemed to agree that she would agree, and asked again,

"Now the group of elves has strengthened the security facilities and is heavily guarded. If you want to exchange, you can hand over the money to me, and I will queue up in advance-if you exchange on the same day, you may have to wait until the next morning."

Now Renee was completely at a loss, and Mrs. Longbottom's attitude was natural and serious, like—like her real grandmother, who was wholeheartedly for her plan and considered every aspect very clearly.

This made Renee, who was used to thinking and acting alone since she was a child, extremely uncomfortable. She had never felt such an atmosphere full of love and care, and at the same time had the stern atmosphere of the elders.

"I...I..." Renee nodded indiscriminately. She felt that there was a swollen foreign object stuck in her throat, making her voice unable to make a normal sound, so she could only choke up and say, "I'm sorry, please Wait here...I, I'll go back and get the money..."

Neville also wanted to follow, but Mrs. Longbottom grabbed his collar and was furious as if she saw something. After Renee ran a long distance, she could still hear her angry voice.

"—how dare you!—you irresponsible—"

When Renee ran back with red eyes, Neville was already standing there with his head drooped, his grandma scolded him so much that he couldn't lift his head, his exposed skin turned a faint pink.

As soon as she saw Renee, Mrs. Longbottom immediately stopped her endless reprimand, and turned to look at her stiffly and apologetically.

"Ah, Renee—come to grandma," her rigid and stern face was full of tenderness and pity at this moment, "do you need to replace all of them with Garen, or keep some of Si Ke and Nat?"

"You make a decision," Renee said inexplicably. Obviously, it is better to leave it to the witch in front of her who has some trust in herself and knows the wizarding world very well. "I just need to buy school supplies."

Before leaving, Mrs. Longbottom hugged Renee with her thin body, and then grabbed the collar of poor Neville's T-shirt. With a bang, the two disappeared in place.

The author has something to say:

Take it easy, girls!It's not time to pierce the window paper, and the sweet life of the two will continue for a while!