Hogwarts Shippuden

In the morning, the little **** woke up leisurely from his sleep. Although she had slept for a long time, her sleepiness still came like a tide, making her a little unable to open her eyes. He raised his hand subconsciously, wanting to rub his sleepy eyes, but he never thought of a smooth soft touch coming from his hand. The little **** was a little stunned, uh... um! ? This...this is? The little **** suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was Xiao Nan's delicate face so close at hand. At this time, Xiao Nan was staring at himself with his beautiful eyes wide open, and his magic claws were pressing on an indescribable place on the opponent's body. Last night, after experiencing the extremely brutal artillery fire on the battlefield, the two who retreated from the line of fire were extremely tired, and they didn't even put on clothes, and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads touched the pillow. In other words, Xiao Nan and Hermione, who are now wrapped under the same quilt, are frank with each other. Almost subconsciously, the little beaver's claws exerted a little force. In an instant, a beautiful touch passed through the skin of the palm and traveled all the way up the arm into the brain. The touch is as soft and smooth as jelly, which makes people want to pinch a few more times. After realizing what he was doing, Little Beaver blushed instantly. She withdrew her hand like an electric shock, but Xiao Nan didn't intend to let such a cute little **** go, and turned over and pinned her under him. Arms rested on both sides of the little beaver's head, Xiao Nan looked at the little beaver's red face like a peach, and the corners of his mouth evoked an arc that was enough to charm all beings. Such a cute little face, if you take a sip, it should taste good, right? Xiao Nan, a hooligan, had completely let herself go after her first indulgence. While the little **** was still in the midst of being pushed down by her, she suddenly lowered her head and slapped the little beaver's face. Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief the moment her mouth was gagged. "Uuuuu..." Hermione wanted to call for help, but when Xiao Nan blocked her mouth, she could only let out a series of meaningless moans. When Xiao Nan saw Hermione's appearance, she became even more excited. She took back a magic claw on both sides of Hermione's head, and turned into the quilt. Suddenly, Hermione seemed to be electrocuted and began to struggle. Seeing that the little **** was on the verge of breaking away from the devil's claws, Xiao Nan's eyes narrowed. Pieces of snow-white paper peeled off her arm and twisted into a tough rope to bind Hermione firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Kyle sleeping soundly on the sofa, and poor little Hermione struggled even more. Following Hermione's line of sight, Xiao Nan's mouth curled into a wicked smile. "Miss Granger, you don't want to wake up Kyle because of making too much noise, right?" Hermione's struggle was instantly reduced when she heard Xiao Nan's words. Then it's time for the two of you. ...Because last night, after racing on Qiu Mingshan track, he ran outside the tent and had a fierce square dance competition with 300 Death Eaters. As the Hogwarts dance king, Kyle slept much later than Xiao Nan and Hermione, and naturally woke up much later than the two of them. When he opened his eyes, he saw such a strange scene. Xiao Nan was sitting neatly by the bed, with a lady's cigarette in his hand, smoking one after another. Hermione, on the other hand, wrapped herself in the quilt, only showing her head outside, and her face was flushed with wet tears. Although there are still tears on her face, from Hermione's expression, Kyle can see that Hermione's mood is definitely not sad or some other negative emotions, but... happy? joy? Moreover, the little beaver's eyes surreptitiously looked at Xiao Nan who had his back turned to her, and there was still a trace of hope in the chaotic love. Little Beaver looks very wrong now, but the look of Xiao Nan next to him is even more wrong. Her posture is like... a cigarette after the event, happy like a fairy? Kyle: ? ? ? The bewildered look on his face grew even more. So, what happened between the two of them during the period when he woke up later than the two of them? "That..." Kyle, who noticed that the atmosphere in the room was not right, said weakly, "You are..." "Ah!" Hermione exclaimed when she realized that Kyle woke up. Following Hermione's line of sight to the sofa next to her, the calm expression on Xiao Nan's face disappeared instantly, and he didn't know where to put the cigarette in his hand. But she quickly adjusted. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "Awake? Go wash up when you wake up." Her tone was very flat, but a faint blush on her face betrayed her. She seemed to be reminded of last night... uh, and the madness of this morning. Hermione tucked her head into the quilt, not daring to look at Kyle. For some reason, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of immorality in her heart. After a while, Kyle, who was kicked out of the room by the two, stood outside the door and silently touched his short blond hair. Why... Summoning a water mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, Kyle always feels that the golden color of his hair is not as bright as before, as if the color has changed a little? Uh, compared to before, it seems to be glowing with a green light? And this layer of faint green light is still applied by Xiao Nan for him? wrong! This is definitely an illusion! Rubbing his eyes, Kyle looked at himself in the water mirror again. Well, this time the hair color is really normal, so everything I just saw is an illusion. UU reading www.uukanshu.com... When Kyle came to the tent next door after washing up, everyone else had already left. There were only two fathers left in the tent, as well as the hard-working butler. Looking at the refreshed Kyle, the three old old men glanced at each other in unison, and there was a slight smile on their faces. The extremely cheeky Kyle automatically ignored this look, and looked at his two immeasurable fathers without fear. "Dad, do you still like the two pillows I gave you for Christmas? I'll give you two of the same styles for Christmas in recent years." The two old men were defeated in an instant. Could they say that they liked that throw pillow so much that they had to hold it tightly every night to fall asleep? Or in front of their lover, can they conscientiously say that they don't like that pillow? No matter how you say it, it's all about sending propositions.

One answer loses face, the latter one loses love. Looking at each other awkwardly, the two old men quickly averted their gazes. It was about his master, and Alfred didn't dare to laugh out loud. He stood by and watched silently. But Kyle didn't let him go. He turned to Alfred, who was trying to reduce his sense of existence. A smile appeared on his face, as wretched as the smiles of the three bad old men before. "Alfred..." "Sorry, Master, I just remembered that there is still something cooking in the kitchen, I have to take care of it." Before he could speak, Alfred hurried away. Although I don't know if I have any reason or embarrassment to fall into the hands of the little devil, it is always right to run away at this time. Looking at the old housekeeper who was running at the speed of light, Kyle pouted in a dull manner. He heard that the housekeeper met an old lady when he was wandering in the camp these days, and he had a second spring.