Hufflepuff never works overtime

I don't know if it's because the straightening effect is not good, or the other party is hot again. When Faith sees Hermione again next week, the other party has returned to its original appearance.

Since then, it may be that Hermione has been hurt too deeply. She changed from thinking that students should have the appearance of students to resisting changing her appearance. That may be the only time she backed down in the face of attack.

But Faith could still occasionally see Hermione's uneasy eyes looking at herself and the Grangers before she put on her makeup and performed on stage, the other's hands constantly pulling the hem of the skirt, and her glowing eyes after being encouraged.

So this time, Hermione was willing to get out of the past, and of course she was very happy.

Chapter 160 IX Amazing

"Boom, boom," Faith leaned the back of her head against the door, pretending to knock on the door, and tiptoed her idle feet, "May I come in?"

Although I expected that the other party would definitely need to spend some time preparing, it was too long!

Because there is no device around to check the time, Faise can only guess based on her sore feet, whether Hermione is going to try on all the clothes first, and then pick out the one she is satisfied with and show it to herself. Bar……

If I knew she shouldn't have come out and waited, now it's completely turned into Schrödinger's fitting room. Anyway, it's nothing to dislike if they are all girls. If Hermione needs to zip up or something, I can help. .

"Wait a minute, not yet."

Hermione replied loudly, her eyes fixed on the doorknob of the bedroom, and she looked away after confirming that Faise didn't intend to come in, and sighed silently.

Contrary to Faith's guess, Hermione tossed back and forth in it for nearly half an hour, and so far only changed one piece of clothing. She tried to make a hairstyle for herself with the tools at hand, but it turned out that even Even Miss Granger, who was proficient in Transfiguration, couldn't handle her own hair.

Each of them has its own ideas, and they don't listen to them at all...

There are all kinds of books displayed in the clean and bright bedroom, but unfortunately none of them can solve her current predicament, but if she spends a little time on dressing up, she won't be able to stand in the room for half an hour.

With trepidation, Hermione checked her clothes again to make sure there was no hair stuck to them or anything that didn't fit.

The dress with gold patterns on a white background chosen by her mother was really pretty, but the more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more uneasy she felt. For a while, she worried whether it would look too childish, and for a while, she wondered whether it would be better to tie her hair up.

For Hermione, this kind of emotion is actually not unfamiliar. Now she is like receiving a report card from an owl, and she is preparing to reveal the final evaluation, but unlike the exam, this time there is no standard for grading For the answer, only one judge was waiting outside.

In fact, she knew that no matter what she was wearing, Faise would never say a bad word, but Hermione still wanted to show the best side of herself to the other party. She glanced at the black shirt and trousers on the bed several times—then It is the safest solution, but I am vaguely looking forward to showing another side of myself and receiving sincere praise from the other party.

With such entanglement, Faise has not been able to take a look at it until now.

Under the inexplicable anticipation in her heart, the confident progress bar finally loaded to 100%. Hermione took a deep breath and moved to the door of the bedroom. The warm palm touched the cold doorknob, which made her uncomfortable. Consciously shivered.

Don't be such a fussy Hermione Granger, you're a Gryffindor!

Closing her eyes and exerting force with her hand, Hermione pulled open the closed door in front of her eyes, her trembling lips opened and closed, "Feyse, I've changed it."

Unlike what she imagined, she didn't even see those familiar eyes, only saw a golden figure falling towards her with an exclamation, and Hermione subconsciously reached out to hug him.

Miss Orest, who was leaning against the door to let herself go, was caught off guard and lost the support behind her. By the time she realized it, she had already fallen into a soft embrace.

Faith held on to the door frame and managed to stand firmly, she held her forehead helplessly, "Before you open the door, I have to say something, Hermione, my life will be shortened if you do this..."

The later complaints were unable to continue loading because her brain was occupied by the scenery in front of her. Faith subconsciously pursed her lips and stared at the person in front of her without blinking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hermione could feel the other person's eyes glued to her body, her fingers were mingled together and placed in front of her body, her head was lowered quietly, and her two red eyes that seemed to be able to move could be seen through the hair gap. Ears dripping blood, "You, what do you think of me wearing this?"

"Pretty," Faith replied seriously, as if she was afraid that her short words would not be convincing enough, she immediately added, "This dress suits you very well, it's really pretty."

This was not Faise comforting the other party, but a sigh from the bottom of her heart.

Although the two have known each other for too long, it is impossible to change a person by changing a piece of clothing, but I have to say that the other party's girly outfit really surprised me.

Hermione in adolescence was not troubled by her skin texture at all. She had no blemishes on her fair-skinned face. Her tall nose made her facial features more three-dimensional. Quite a lot.

Wearing the knee-length white dress on the other party, it can highlight the two slender white long legs, and the still young body curve is also outlined. The slightly curly brown hair is scattered behind, adding a touch of femininity to the other party taste.

Faise is very clear about Hermione's beauty, even much clearer than the other party's self-awareness, but I have to admit that the actual effect of the contrast with the usual is still far beyond her. imagine.

She could even feel her face heating up, her heart beating like she had just finished a physical exam, she only regretted that she had read too little and couldn't express her praise with gorgeous words.

Maybe it's because beauty is a common feature of human beings, right?

Finding an excuse for her behavior, Faith, who feasted her eyes, couldn't help but dragged him into the room, "It's not like you to be so unconfident, Hermione, I can swear to Merlin that I didn't lie to you, it's really beautiful! "

As she spoke, she picked up a coat on the bed and handed it to Hermione, motioning for the other to put it on. The little lion obediently matched Faise's desire for matching, and let the other party treat herself as a clothes hanger.

Hooking the hair from the other party's forehead behind her ears, Faise nodded in satisfaction, "I seem to understand the feelings of those who like to play with dolls."

Hermione couldn't hide her joyful expression at all. She was still worried that Faise would say something against her will in order to take care of her, but when she was at the door just now, the surprise in the other party's eyes pleased her very much and made her His heart seemed to have been cast with a floating spell, and it took off unsteadily.

It wasn't until the person beside her took the initiative to unzip the back of the dress that Miss Granger, who was immersed in joy, finally came back to her senses, her face flushed completely, and she hurriedly pushed her out of the bedroom.

"I'll change it myself!"

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The author's words:

Yesterday in the group, I happened to chat with many readers who have been accompanying the writing~

I found that I can recite many names. It just so happens that this book has recently received 8000 yuan. I plan to open a long-term lottery until the end of 10 yuan. I will draw [-] children to each send a piece of color paper for the book’s draft (including astringent inserts and unpublished ones) The picture, I really dated a lot hahahahahaha)

In the evening, I will open a special chapter to elaborate, the birds start to sing, I should go to sleep!

Chapter 170

Although Faise just lived her usual home life in a different place, it was quite interesting to experience a person with a completely different life and rest around her.

After all, the feeling of living with Hermione is very different from living in a dormitory.

What wakes her up every morning is no longer the rising sun, but the unshakable sound of the piano practiced by the other party—of course, no matter how melodious the repertoire of a famous artist is, if it is used as a wake-up alarm to disturb people's dreams, it will still be disturbed. disgust.

During these two weeks, apart from studying and entertaining, they spent a lot of time on trivial matters in life. Although those houseworks were very unfamiliar to Faith, they were very interesting when they actually tried them.

Among them, she is most active in the daily cooking time. Although the cooking time and cleaning time are much longer than the tasting time, I have to say that eating the food I made by myself is still very fulfilling.

Especially Faise, as a person who was 'banned' from the kitchen by the rabbi since she was a child, almost all of her current culinary knowledge comes from the leaflets distributed by the teacher before going camping in elementary school, so until now she still regards cooking as a part of her life. entertainment, and sometimes sports.

Of course, it was horrendous to get rid of the oil splattering out of the pan.

In the case of being forbidden to use magic, the pot cover is much more effective than the wand, at least it can protect itself with a larger area.

Hermione always watched Faise cook with a smile on her face. The other party was like an ancient Roman warrior with a shield playing against the enemy, trying to destroy the eggs before they attacked her.

"It bit me again, hiss..."

Faise tried to turn over the crackling poached egg in the pot. When she watched Hermione's demonstration just now, she was obviously very relaxed. Why did the egg jump out wantonly like a firecracker that was ignited when it arrived at her place? Oil flower.

It's not easy to prepare a hot brunch, Faise half-bowed on the dining table, poked lightly with a fork the results of her many days of practice, and let out a long sigh.

"It looks like it has a lot of dissatisfaction with this world." Hearing the "ding" sound of the toaster beside her, Faith immediately sat up, took a plate and ran over excitedly, "I'll bake it. bake."

"Do you just like watching bread popping out so much..."

Miss Granger, who was busy with the last side dish, took the time to glance behind her. Sure enough, Faith was staring at the buzzing machine intently. She said helplessly, with a hint of doting hidden in her eyes.

"It's a pity that we don't have such a machine at home, otherwise I would definitely take it to Hogwarts."

Faith said without turning her head, she could already smell the wheat aroma from the heated bread, and Hermione was frying the meat, the two aromas were intertwined in the air, making her stomach growl .

"It's useless if you take it with you. Firstly, there is no place to plug in your electricity. Secondly, all electronic products will fail when they are close to the school." Hermione also brought the fried luncheon meat to the table, looking at it amusedly Faith was squatting in front of the toaster, muttering something in her mouth.

Could it be that he was reciting a spell to make the bread fly out quickly?

"Does your hand still hurt?"

"It's okay, I just washed it with water, and now I feel a little hot."

After exchanging the fried eggs between the two of them, Hermione walked up to Faise, holding that tender paw in her hand, "I told you to wear a long sleeve outside, you won't listen?" My, you know it hurts when the oil splashes on your hands?"

There were two red dots conspicuously appearing on the opponent's slender wrist. Seeing that Faise ignored her, Hermione wrapped her palm around the opponent's wrist on a whim.

Sure enough, it was as easy to hold as she imagined, and there was even a lot left. I don't know how Faise played Quidditch with such a thin body.

Thinking of those rampaging players and balls on the field, Hermione frowned slightly, and didn't even notice that her hands were unconsciously exerting force.

Faith looked back at Hermione, who was in deep thought, in a little surprise. Before she had time to ask, she saw the two pieces of golden crispy bread slightly bounced from the machine, and then fell back steadily.

perfect!

Quietly withdrew the wrist from the other party's hand, and could see the obvious red mark on it, Faise elbowed the little lion who was still in a daze, "What are you thinking, come and eat soon."

Breakfast was homemade sandwiches. When Hermione sandwiched all the side dishes into the slices of bread and was about to get the ketchup on the table, she was surprised to find that there were several empty plates, only one with a cigar on it. Eye-catching green.

But the person on the opposite side already seemed eager to enjoy it, Hermione coughed lightly, "Feyse, did you forget to add green peppers?"

As soon as the words fell, Faise's face immediately wrinkled. She pretended not to hear and hummed twice, like a little hamster protecting the food, holding the finished sandwich in her hand, for fear of being polluted by the disgusting green pepper. .

"Picky eaters are not good for the stomach." Hermione pushed the plate in front of the other party. "I always think that the buffet style of Hogwarts is not good. It will make the students not get the nutrition in a balanced way, because they are all like you. , is a picky eater."

"But green peppers are hard to eat..."

Faith looked at the green pepper with a strange smell on the plate with a distressed face, struggled for a long time, and pushed it back to Hermione, "It looks like the skin of a troll, I don't like it. Well."

Miss Granger, who was halfway through the tasting, was choked by the other party's strange metaphor, and her strong memory instantly reminded her of the scene when she encountered the troll in the first grade, and her stomach churns.

When Hermione's face kept getting closer to the green peppers on the plate, she finally put aside those distracting thoughts, swallowed what was in her mouth, and glared at Faise angrily, "Don't talk about that while eating. If you don’t eat something, forget it, I’ll eat it later!”

Faise, who knew she was at fault first, felt uneasy when she heard this, she moved the plate back to her face, "Don't be angry, it's my fault... I'll eat right away!"

"Humph."

Fortunately, the little lion's emotions come and go quickly, and it may be because such small disputes happen every day in their lives, just like seasoning.

Just before the Grangers were about to end their nearly half-month journey and were about to embark on their way home, a letter from Harry brought some changes to their peaceful lives.

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The author's words:

Hmm(?-?*) Sure enough, it is too difficult to unify the publishing time during the mid-term paper explosion period. I couldn’t sleep because of anxiety last night, and I was even more anxious because I couldn’t sleep...

The timed release event ended unfortunately, it is not suitable for people like me who can't write anything in a hurry

Jiageng should be released after I finish the two mid-term assignments at hand, anyway, I will say it when I update that day

Chapter 170

"I can't believe it, how could they treat him like this!"

The bowl in the other party's hand was placed heavily on the table, and Feise shrank her neck in fright, watching the steaming milk in the bowl nervously, but fortunately it didn't spill out.

Skillfully opened the cereal box on the side and sprinkled it into the bowl, Hermione's attention was completely focused on the letter she received this morning, and she said angrily, "That woman actually said that Harry's parents were alcoholic? She died in a car, how could she not be angry when she heard such words, I think she'd better stay in the air forever as a balloon and don't come down."

"That's enough Hermione, I don't have much appetite today, and I don't want to eat a lot."

Seeing the corn flakes sprinkled with icing sugar keep falling from the sky, Faith quickly stopped the other party's wasteful behavior, "But he has left his aunt's house now, hasn't he? And it was also stated in the letter that the Minister of Magic did not pursue him. Meaning casting magic on Muggles outside of school."

"But Harry can only live in the Leaky Cauldron by himself now. It is too dangerous to know that there is an escaped prisoner hiding outside. Even a few days have passed since I received this letter. How is he now..."

"No matter how anxious you are, you can't go to Diagon Alley to meet him tomorrow," Faith yawned lightly. She wrote her thesis on the history of magic last night very late, and she still has it in her mind. It is full of keywords such as witches and burning.

"Anyway, your parents will be back from France in two days. You can go to Harry after discussing with them. If they are willing, you can also take in the homeless Mr. Savior."

"But we don't have any extra rooms in our house. Really, that guy Ron is not reliable at this critical moment."

Glancing up at Hermione who was pacing back and forth, Faise silently moved the breakfast in front of her. The bowl wall was still warm after being heated, which prevented her hand from staying longer.

"Honestly, Hermione, don't worry too much... You know Potter is a person who can survive in such a family. Besides, he is taken care of by Mr. Headmaster and the Weasley family. If the Leaky Cauldron is not safe , he can also live in another place."

"Of course I have to worry, he's my friend!" Thinking of the terrible environment of the Leaky Cauldron and the mixed guests, Hermione's frown never relaxed.

"Oh……"

Hearing the other party's absent-minded response, the little lion with keen intuition sensed something was wrong. She stopped pacing back and forth, put her hands on the dining table, and stared at Faise's head without blinking. .

For a moment, no one spoke actively, and the air became quiet, only the sound of the rain outside the window could be heard. Faise, who was deprived of sleep, didn't know whether she really didn't realize it, or deliberately ignored the fiery gaze.

Hermione said suddenly, "Aren't you still unhappy that I gave Harry that broomstick care kit?"

Originally, Faith was listlessly stirring the oatmeal in the bowl, when she heard this question, she suddenly frowned like a cat whose tail was pulled, and the spoon in her hand almost slipped into the bowl, "I told you I have been many times and I am not unhappy, at most it is a little embarrassing because of a misunderstanding!"

To be honest, seeing Faise's pouty mouth, it was really hard for Hermione to believe that the other party didn't say something unhappy, so she deliberately explained something to herself.

"Okay, okay, I know, it's just because you don't have your own broom, so I didn't give you the nursing kit, and I couldn't go out before, so I can only ask you to buy it for me..."

"I've said that I really don't mind about that set, and the person who bought it for you is not me, but the rabbi."

Faith sighed helplessly. Although Hermione was really happy that she cared so much about her own thoughts, sometimes the one-sided little lion would lean on all signs once he decided on something.