[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Potter flew with me for a long time.

Everyone on the Quidditch field was astigmatized for a long time, even Black and Lupine had left, and no one stayed.

Potter drove me straight to return the broom.

After returning the broom and registering, Potter led me away.

He took my hand, very naturally.

I was led by him, and I didn't even think it was weird, but took it for granted.

It was already dinner time, and most of the students had gone to the restaurant. There was no one in the aisle, only the sound of our two footsteps overlapped together, and echoed.

Potter and I walked slowly down the quiet corridor.

"Beautiful couple." One of the portraits whispered.

"I bet they got married the year they graduated." As we walked around, more and more portraits surrounded us.

Whispers also turned into heated discussions.

"I like the girl's eyes, green as gems."

"Her red hair is also very beautiful, bright as a ball of fire."

"He's a nice boy, handsome, and doesn't look like a boy his age."

I think these portraits are really cute.

He raised his hand and greeted them with a smile.

"Hi, pretty girl." The person in the portrait also greeted me.

A young woman winked at me and said mysteriously, "Go ahead and stop at the third candle. Twist the candle, and there will be a surprise."

Is it a secret again?I was a little surprised, thanked the portrait, and ran forward with Potter.

There are many secret passages and secret rooms in Hogwarts. I have been with Potter and Black for a long time, and I am also interested in these secret passages and secret chambers.

Stop under the candle, hold up your hand, and try to twist the candle.

"I'll do it," Potter said.

He is much taller than me, and he touched the candle just by raising his hand a little.He twisted it gently, and heard the sound of the walls parting, making a dull sound.

"Is it a secret passage?" I probed curiously, but found that it was not a secret passage, but a secret room.

I lifted my foot and walked in.

Potter came in after me.

Then the door closed behind us with a dull thud.For a split second, the light in front of my eyes went silent, leaving only the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers.

"Don't be afraid," Potter said behind me.

In the darkness, his voice was extremely gentle, with a reassuring warmth.

He took out his wand and cast a Lighting Charm, and a ball of white light was released from the tip of his wand, illuminating the surroundings.

This is a small secret room.

Not only is it not big, but it looks a little narrow.

But there is no moisture or musty smell at all, instead it exudes a faint fragrance of flowers.

I was a little curious, looking at the bare walls all around me.Obviously there is nothing, how can there be flowers and fragrance?

Then, I took a deep breath, opened my eyes wide, and watched the changes around me.

As the fragrance of flowers gradually became stronger, the bare four walls also changed into clusters of climbing rose branches.

"Is this magic?" I stretched out my hand in amazement, and poked the rose, but it came to nothing.

This is not real, but a magical image.

Potter flicked his wand, throwing the white light away, and then the chamber was dark again, but instead of being completely dark, there were more and more fireflies flying out from under the rose bushes, lighting up the darkness.

I was so stunned that I held my breath.

I know that magic is amazing. It has magical power and can do things that ordinary people can't do.

But this is the second time magic has shocked me.

The first time, on the first day of school, I saw a simulated starry sky created by magic on the dome of the hall, which could change with the weather.

This is the second time. It is obviously an empty and bare room, but it exudes a real fragrance, and even the roses that grow out can't be detected without touching them, as well as the fireflies flying around.

Beautiful and romantic.

"Lily," I heard Potter call me, his voice as soft as a feather, as if he was afraid to disturb the fireflies.

I looked up and looked at him.

Under the dim light, his golden-brown pupils were black like thick ink, but they didn't look gloomy, but bright and clear, as if they were full of stars.

Hanging on the gentle sky, bling~bling~ is shining.

"Shall I ask you to dance?" Potter said, taking a half step back and holding out a hand, palm up.

There was a smile on his handsome face that was simply irresistible.

"Okay." I reached out and placed my hand in his palm.

Then he hugged me and started dancing.

Roses climbed all over the walls, began to spread along the ceiling and floor, spread into the empty space, and even wrapped around our legs.

Fireflies danced around us, twinkling and twinkling, forming a special dance, and a small cluster landed on Potter's chest, sticking into a heart shape.

When the roses wrapped around our legs and bound our waists, the two of us gradually stopped dancing.

Although they know that roses are magic, no one can bear to destroy them.

The two of us were very close, almost stuck to each other.

He had just finished playing Quidditch, and his body smelled of sweat, which was different from his usual fresh smell. At this moment, his breath was as strong as a man's.

And his hand on my waist was hot and powerful.

He pushed hard slowly, making me really close to him, then slowly lowered his head, and dropped a soft kiss on my forehead.

The fireflies gradually dispersed, and the surroundings returned to darkness. Only Potter's chest remained in the shape of a heart, and the faint light propped up the darkness.

I felt Potter's powerful heartbeat, beating up and down in his chest, making a "thump, boom, boom" sound.

I had a hunch what was going to happen.

Potter put a soft kiss on my forehead, then a shallow kiss on the tip of my nose, and then he went down, paused for a moment on my lips, and kissed me.

His lips are extremely soft, with his unique taste, usually a touch of gentleness, but now it is persistent and domineering.

I snuggled into his arms, raised my head, and felt his lips and teeth.

Soft, warm and sweet.

A little drunk and dazed.

Is this what it feels like to be in love?In a daze, I asked myself in my heart.

We kissed for a long time.

Then he pressed me against the wall and kissed me softly and hard.

I gradually felt that the smell on his body was so good that I couldn't help stretching out my arms, wrapping them around his neck, and raised my head to kiss him.

I don't know how long it took, I just felt that my lips were numb, and the roses and fireflies around me had disappeared. In the dark room, there was only the sound of the two of us breathing heavily.

"This is the first time I've kissed a girl." Potter's voice sounded strange because it was hoarse above my head.

"It's also the first time I've kissed a boy," I said.Then I found that my voice was also hoarse, and I couldn't help being shocked.

There was a moment of silence, and we laughed together.

It's obviously the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, but I don't feel afraid.

His hands were wrapped around my waist, hot and powerful, but without any sense of aggression.

My eyes can't see anything, but my ears are more sensitive. I can hear the rapid heartbeat, both his and mine.

I thought he was going to ask me something, or say something.

For example: Would you like to fall in love with me?

But he didn't speak.

"Get out?" Potter let go of my waist when both of us were breathing.

I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "Yeah."

Then the two of us held hands and walked out of the secret room.

Eyes bright again, I looked up at Potter.His black hair was a little messy, there was a thin gleam in his eyes, and his handsome face was extremely delicate, but it was different from usual, with a kind of strangeness full of masculinity.

This made me a little shaken.

"I'm going to thank that portrait." I looked back, pulled Potter, and came to the portrait that showed us the way just now, and thanked her solemnly.

The young woman in the portrait was very happy, and she blinked: "I still know a lot of interesting places."

"I'll visit again when I have time." We said goodbye to her.

By the time we came to the restaurant, everyone had basically finished their meal.

"Hey, where did you two go, why did you come back?" Blake saw us first, he stood up, took food from the plate, and asked us with his head tilted.

"Go around," Potter said.

I nodded and agreed: "Yes, I turned around."

"Really?" Black looked back and forth between the two of us, "I always feel something strange."

But after he took a second look, he gave up exploring, pushed the plate in front of the two of us, and said, "Eat quickly."

He was full and had one leg on the chair, watching us eat.

His eyes were shining, and he glanced at the teacher's bench from the corner of his eye, and said triumphantly, "Do you know? After you left, the expression on that person's face is, tsk tsk tsk!"

"Is it ugly?" Potter took the time to look up at him.

Blake shrugged: "He is so good at putting on a show, how could he pull his face down on the spot? He was still smiling at the time, but when everyone left, I saw his face was gloomy and ugly!"

After finishing speaking, he gave Potter a thumbs up: "Dude, you are so awesome, you dare to grab a girlfriend from the Duke of Darkness!"

Then he pointed his thumb at me again: "Lily, you are also great, you are the girl who dares to reject the Duke of Darkness!"

I'm a little hungry.

The kiss just now took a lot of my strength.

I lowered my head and ate my supper in a muffled voice.

Black kept talking in my ear: "Lily, you really exceeded my expectations! I thought you wouldn't dare to promise James in that situation!"

"But you promised James! Lily, you are really our Gryffindor hero!"

"You are the most discerning witch in Hogwarts! No, you are the most discerning witch of this century! When everyone was fascinated by him, you chose James!"

"Lily, you are so great!"

He touted non-stop, but was soon interrupted by Susan: "Hey, not everyone is fascinated by him, please open your eyes and look around before you talk, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Blake glanced at Susan, shrugged, then looked away, and looked at me again: "Anyway, Lily, you are too discerning, you know that James is a hundred times better than him , a thousand times!"

Just then, Tom stepped down from the teacher's seat.

With graceful steps and a decent smile on his face, he walked down the long Gryffindor table and stood behind me.

"Lily." Tom called my name tenderly. "Come to my office after dinner."

Before I could speak, Potter stood up and refused for me: "Professor, Lily has already made an appointment with us. After dinner, she will teach Charms and Black for me."

Tom glanced at him, then at me. "Really, Lily?"

It is impossible for me to embarrass my little friend.

So I blinked and nodded, "Yes, Professor."