Hufflepuff never works overtime

"I don't have it, mine is really sweet, really!" She seriously assured her eyes that seemed to be accusing and acting like a baby, if she could restrain her expression of gloating, maybe her credibility could be improved a bit.

"I'm going to buy something to drink!"

Righteously rejected the two Sickles that Hermione wanted to treat, Faith felt that even when she was talking, her upper and lower teeth collided, like tofu being squeezed

Before Hermione had time to hand over Gallon in her hand, the other party had already fled out of the bookstore like a little rabbit.

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Although it was just a book I picked up casually, the content was unexpectedly interesting, but she was a little tired after reading too many annotations and proper nouns.

When Hermione saw the wall clock on the wall, she realized how quickly time had passed, and she hadn't even moved a step.

Staring at the "Psychological Handbook of Hippogriffs" in her hand, Hermione touched the embossed cover of the book with some hesitation. She was not sure if the school library had this book in stock, and she didn't know if it was in stock. There must be time to read it.

Let's go shopping for other books, just buy one, not to mention the inconvenience, and I'm embarrassed to ask the merchant to deliver it to Hogwarts.

Making up her mind, Hermione put the book in a conspicuous place, so that if she really decides to buy it, she won't be able to find it.

It happened to be lunch time, except for a few customers who were completely immersed in the world of books with their backs against the bookshelves, there were almost no people walking back and forth in the store.

I have to go shopping quickly, I can't let Faise accompany me to spend an afternoon here...

Hermione's eyes flicked aimlessly, and the bookshelf opposite displayed some content related to divination. She frowned subconsciously when she saw a large number of spines with prophecy words.

From the terrifying title of the book, she could feel a nagging aura, which made her leave at a faster pace without avoiding it.

After skimming through several bookshelves, Hermione still couldn't find a book that caught her eye—she was under too much pressure recently, and wanted to find some light-hearted content, but she didn't want to read books with exaggerated titles.

The set of books written by Professor Lockhart is still on her bookshelf, and she keeps them carefully. Similar titles tend to bring back memories of her idols in the past, which is not very good.

Casual novels were placed in the last area. Compared with the previous bookshelves, the arrangement of books was even more messy, and some books had even been turned into tatters.

The merchants here should take more care of them, a cleansing spell can solve the problem, and it is too disrespectful for books to be stacked together like this.

Hermione picked up one at random and glanced at it.

The exquisite illustrations and thick weight are indeed worthy of its expensive price, but the content seems to be no different from the ones she saw in the Muggle bookstore next to her home. Not as good as those novels.

Hermione, who had no interest in watching other people's love affairs, closed the book in her hand and put it back in its original place.

Instead of reading this, it is better to read "The Man Who Loves Dragons" just now, at least it has a little value in popular science about magical animals.

At this moment, I don't know if it was because the mutual supporting relationship between the books was destroyed, a book suddenly slipped from the pile of books, and fell heavily at her feet, making a "bang" sound. One sound.

Such a loud noise sounded particularly ear-piercing in a quiet bookstore. Hermione was startled, and bent over to pick it up.

The four corners of this book that appeared suddenly were worn to a certain extent. There was not a word written on the crimson book cover, and the outer cover was almost separated from the pages inside. It didn't look like a book that was officially sold in a bookstore.

This looks like a cheap homemade book?

Curiosity prompted Hermione to open the title page. As expected, there was not even the author's name and table of contents. The printing quality was decent, at least it didn't affect the reading.

With the mood of giving it a try, she briefly read the beginning, but to her disappointment, it seemed to be just a novel with cliche content and poor writing.

The protagonist is a half-hanging witch who, at the begging of a Muggle villager who sleeps halfway, goes to help investigate the disappearance of his daughter.

In just a few pages, Hermione guessed that the culprit could only be a werewolf in disguise. The author's foreshadowing was too rough, as if he was deliberately popularizing the habits of werewolves.

She didn't even know that the identity of the murderer was already so obvious, how to continue this story that was just beginning...

The only commendable thing about this book is that the illustrations have a lot of pages and are very expressive. Even just looking at these illustrations, you can think of the general plot development. I don’t want to waste time and don’t want to read Hermione, who has endless stories. Select Page Jump to view those illustrations.

She seems to understand the reason why Faise likes to read comics...

But the development of this plot seems to be getting more and more wrong-the murderer behind the scenes was caught by the joint efforts of the witch and the Muggle girl, and the witch's identity was exposed and feared by the villagers. After chasing after the wind and rain, the two of them hid together in the simple cave, and then...

"hiss……"

What caught my eye was a two-page illustration. The impactful picture made Hermione take a sharp breath, her fair face flushed red, and the book in her hand was closed with a "snap".

Feelings were mixed in her heart, and her head became a mess. She hurriedly put the hot potato on the pile of books.

Next to the red and hot cheeks, she quickly fanned herself with her hands, and after the restarted brain packed up and disposed of the sundries that shouldn't be there, she pretended to look around casually to make sure that no one noticed her The strange move just now.

"This... this bookstore is too unscrupulous!"

She muttered a complaint in her mouth, and the memory that she was usually proud of had become a burden at this time. The casual glance just now seemed to have scanned the explicit illustration into her mind, and it kept reappearing. It was circling in my head, and I couldn't shake it off no matter what.

Hermione was so angry that she wanted to take the book directly to find a business theory, but she was afraid of exposing herself and reading something she shouldn't have read.

She fought with herself in place for a long time, and finally decided to hide that sinful book in a corner where no one would pay attention, so as to save the next innocent person like her!people will be poisoned.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione pinched the corner of the book with two fingers with a serious expression as if she was dealing with a high-risk item, trying to clear her mind, while her eyes searched for a suitable space on the bookshelf.

Finally, a small corner on the top floor was selected. Hermione took out her wand and controlled the book to fly towards the gap.

Just at this time, a small golden head poked out from the side of the bookshelf, and Faith said to Hermione with a smile on her face, "So you are here, why are there any selected books? I got the famous one I bought a bubble milkshake for you too..."

fayce!

"Snapped!"

Hermione's control over the book was accidentally released due to her turmoil. The book fell to the ground from the air and fell right at Faise's feet.

"Huh? Where did it fall from..."

Chapter two hundred and two

Seeing that Faith's hand was already on the book cover, Hermione's eyes widened, and she jumped around anxiously, almost blurting out the obstructive words without thinking.

"You can't watch!"

"Huh?" Faith picked up the book from the ground and originally wanted to put it back on the shelf, but now she became curious.

She looked at the plain cover of the book, with a puzzled look on her face, "Why can't I read it?"

"Because..." Hermione was caught off guard by such a question, her body stiffened immediately, her heart was filled with panic, her mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word, for fear of saying something wrong, which would cause her image to deteriorate. To the abyss of eternal doom.

There was no time to complain about this forbidden book that always appeared inappropriately. Hermione pinched the hem of her clothes nervously with her fingers. She tried to stabilize her mind and smiled dryly at the other party, "Because... spiders! Yes, spiders... in this book There are a lot of horrific illustrations, so you'd better not look at them."

These words really worked, Faise's eyes instantly turned from curiosity to disgust, and the corners of her mouth drooped.

At this moment, a small white hand quickly stretched out in front of her, with the palm facing up, and Hermione's slightly nervous voice reached her ears.

"Shall I put it back?"

There was no reason to refuse, Faith nodded, and put the book in the opponent's hand without thinking much, like a taut spring losing its strength in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the book was hugged by Hermione. Back in hand.

Seeing the other party rushing to send the book to the highest floor, the hand holding the wand seemed a little unsteady, Faith's water green eyes flashed a little doubt, she remembered that Hermione was not afraid of spiders?

Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of the book falling on the shelf. She couldn't explain why she was so afraid of Faise finding out that she was reading strange books, but she just attributed the reason to shame and self-esteem.

Clearing her throat, when she met Shang Feisi's probing eyes, she shifted her head a little guilty, "I've shopped around and there's nothing I want to buy, let's go, you must be hungry, right? "

Although Faise was still a little curious, her empty belly really started to make noise. Standing beside these densely packed words, she felt her head began to ache.

She smiled and nodded, "We can go to Madam Puddieff's Teahouse for a quick bite to eat, don't you still want to go to the Wenrenju quill shop?"

Hermione heard that this matter seemed to be turning over, she nodded in agreement quickly, took Faise's hand and hurried out of the bookstore.

Madame Puddiff's Teahouse is diagonally opposite the Puff Bookstore, but within a few steps, you can see the slightly exaggerated facade and billboards. Looking inside through the transparent glass windows, you can also see the rather girlish Decoration and a couple of men and women enjoying a meal at a small round table.

"Let me think, I haven't eaten chestnut cake for a long time, but apple pie is also very good, my God, I wonder if there will be scones here..."

Hermione couldn't help but smile when she heard the other party's mouth counting what she wanted to eat. Just as she was about to push the door open and enter the teahouse with her hand on the doorknob of the teahouse, she was attracted by the scene she inadvertently glanced at. attention.

Lavender and her new boyfriend are sitting side by side in the store with a giant sundae in a bowl between them.

Huh...they're actually feeding each other ice cream.

My goodness, are they going to...

Hermione covered her eyes and let out a long sigh, her brows furrowed as if seeing something hot-eyed.

"What are you looking at, Hermione, don't you want to go in?" Faith poked her head over curiously, and after glancing into the store, she immediately opened her mouth wide, "My God..."

"They do this kind of thing in public, it's just too..."

“A huge chocolate sundae!”

Faith hugged Hermione's neck excitedly, and hung up her whole body excitedly, sticking to her back, "I want to eat that Hermione, shall we eat that sundae together?"

"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback by the other party's strange emphasis. Normally, she would definitely open her mouth to make fun of it, but at this moment, for some reason, something that should have been permanently sealed suddenly flashed in her head.

The intimate pose, the two women who are naked...

Hermione looked down at the hands wrapped around her chest, swallowed with difficulty, the noisy heartbeat shook her thoughts, and she could only stand there stiffly.

Don't think about these things anymore!

Her brain seemed to be against her on purpose, the more she restrained herself, the more weird images surged up, and even at the end, the appearance of Faise appeared in her mind...

"Snapped!"

A slap was slapped on his forehead, the pain and noise stopped this period of random thinking, at this time Hermione was shocked and ashamed, not knowing what was wrong with her.

But this action obviously frightened Faise next to her. She quickly let go of her hand, lifted Hermione's drooping head and asked, "What's the matter? Why did you suddenly hit yourself?"

She could feel the other party's hand brushing away the broken hair on her forehead, and gently rubbing the place that was still a little hot after being beaten. Hermione felt even more flustered and guilty, like a child who was caught by an adult for doing bad things, The whole person seemed dumbfounded, "It's okay, I was a little unconscious just now."

"You can't beat yourself like that even if you're not awake?"

This childish answer made Faise dumbfounded, the red mark was very conspicuous on Hermione's smooth and fair forehead, she put her hand on it with distress and amused.

This guy... is really not serious about his actions.

"Want to beat yourself up as a fool?" Faith glanced at the other party angrily, looked at the dejected and silent Hermione, and was a little at a loss for a while, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

"Let's go, let's eat somewhere else."

Suddenly being touched by the cool hand of the other party, Hermione's heart trembled violently, resisting her abnormal behavior, she just asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to eat the sundae?"

A slight smile flashed in Faise's eyes, and then she said angrily, "Isn't your roommate sitting in that store, you must not let her see the big red mark, it's glued to her head. It’s like a velvet... Forget it, it’s the same when you eat it next time.”

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The author's words:

I originally wanted to write about Hermione being the "least knowledgeable" little theater present, and I wanted to post a piece about the British film classification

However, this introduction was judged by the review mechanism as content that everyone should not read. If you change it all, the meaning will change, and finally give up...

_(:зゝ∠)_Hahaha, I suddenly feel that I am not qualified to tease the little lion

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At the Three Broomsticks, the two randomly found vacant seats with trays of humble sandwiches and conch cherry syrup sodas.

The surrounding smoky environment made Faise frowned and coughed from time to time. She didn't like the smell of smoke very much. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no other place to sit and eat besides this place, she wouldn't have chosen a bar instead.

Of course, the pig's head bar on the corner, which looked dirty and run-down, and where many customers with their faces covered tightly, was not in their consideration from the beginning.

Faith took small bites of the dry bread, but fortunately the taste of the syrup soda was quite to her liking, otherwise this late lunch would have been a bit of a grind.

The guy who always liked to chatter on weekdays suddenly became a little too quiet, which made Faise feel very uncomfortable.

And whenever she lowered her head to eat, she could faintly feel that the other party was looking at her, but if she raised her head in any way, that gaze disappeared immediately.

"Hermione?" Finally, after repeating this behavior several times, Faise couldn't help asking, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"No? Why did you suddenly ask..."

Hermione shrank her head and looked at the other party innocently. Her left hand hidden under the table was tightly clutching the corner of her clothes, crumpling her new sweater.

"Isn't it you?" If it wasn't for the other party looking at her, then the matter would have been terrible. Faith couldn't help shivering, and stretched her neck to look back and forth, "Who could it be..."

Hermione stopped responding, and although the sandwich on her plate had long since been settled, her head was still down, her eyes fixed on the plate, as if she could see a flower among the remaining crumbs.

In a noisy bar, only the seats where they were sitting seemed to be cut off into a vacuum area—the sound could not be transmitted, so Faise put down the half-eaten bread and let out a long sigh.

Hermione trembled slightly when she heard the other party's sigh, but she still didn't dare to look up at the other party, she just whispered, "What's the matter?"

"Instead, I would like to ask you this question. Did that slap just make me stupid?" Faith said rather puzzled, "You have been acting weird since you left Madame Puddiffe's teahouse. I suddenly changed Was it scary? Or did I get something on my face that made you stare at that plate of bread crumbs rather than talk to me?"

"I didn't," Hermione shook her head quickly. In order to prove the truth of what she said, she tried to convince the other party with her sincere eyes, but the moment she met Faise's eyes, she suddenly blushed and lowered herself nod.