I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen dealt a huge amount of damage with one blow.

Miss Granger suddenly looked unnatural.

In the battle with his eyes, he was the first to lose.

She turned away her eyes and looked elsewhere unnaturally.

Her heart was pounding and getting heavier. Hermione quickly covered her chest. The sound was like gongs and drums, and she was afraid that the boy beside her would hear it.

She. She is not such a casual girl.

And just when Miss Granger was about to collapse in a daze, suddenly an ethereal voice came from behind her, "Hi, Owen." Luna floated over as light as a flower.

"I've considered your proposal," she said.

"Huh?" Miss Granger, whose eyes were flashed by a bright light, woke up in a second, her ears became silent, and she saw Luna walking towards Harry again.

The two of them were talking to each other unnaturally. Finally, after Harry breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed expression, Ron's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Hmph!" Granger was filled with blood instantly. She narrowed her eyes, her face was calm as usual, but her tone said with a hint of sarcasm, "Not necessarily!"

The offensive was suddenly blocked, which surprised Owen. He thought he had already captured the opponent.

Okay - let's break down the situation.

Ten seconds ago, he was confident of winning, but ten seconds later, he was completely defeated. The variable in this was naturally Luna who had just walked over.

Is it because of Luna? Miss Granger is jealous?

It can't be!

She knows his relationship with Luna best, because Luna and Ginny are good friends, and Ginny wears a skirt with Hermione. The transmission of other things between girls may not be smooth, but gossip will definitely go away. It's direct.

So the reason must be something else.

knock!

It’s really troublesome—what should I do if my brain is not enough!

The next moment, a dangerous light flashed in Owen's eyes. Then he stood up quickly, and with everyone's shocked eyes, he took Miss Granger's hand.

Pulled her up suddenly.

Sure enough - the love war in the brains of geniuses still doesn't suit him very well.

Whose dark lord is still in love? Wouldn't that just kidnap the princess and enjoy it for yourself?

"What are you doing!" The little witch panicked.

She struggled to meet Owen's fiery eyes.

Then - before she heard anything, Owen moved over.

Then, in a dazed moment, her lips and teeth touched together.

"Wow!!!"

In an instant, the Gryffindor table exploded, and the twins whistled wildly.

George even had time to reach out and cover Colin's eyes, "This is not something you should see at your age."

But Colin, who was holding the camera, subconsciously pressed the shutter of the camera he carried with him.

Although he didn't see it himself, he preserved this scene forever.

"Oh! God! He should have been like this a long time ago. It's the most boring thing to pull each other." Not far away, Angelina turned her head and looked at the two boys and girls with a red face.

"That's right!" Fred said loudly, and then couldn't help but wink at Angelina.

This made the girl turn her head shyly.

"Huh~~~"

The two seemed to have been kissing for a long time, and the tenderness was so tender that it was difficult to break away, but in fact, it only took less than five seconds for Miss Granger to go from a blank mind to a conscious mind.

Then she pushed Owen away.

"you--"

"What's wrong with me?" Feeling the fragrance on his lips, Owen looked at her proudly. Sure enough, he should have gone straight to A long ago.

How could something so simple and crude last so long?

The girl's face was flushed and her long eyelashes were trembling as she looked at him.

At my feet was the textbook that had been scattered for the third time.

But this time, they fell to the ground like celebratory ribbons.

"I don't think it's enough."

The next moment, Owen stood up amidst Hermione's exclamation. He held her arm tightly, and then quickly and firmly walked towards the exit of the auditorium.

Behind him, there were enthusiastic cheers and whistles.

Irving seemed to have won and rushed out with his head held high - he couldn't wait.

At this time, the sky outside had gradually darkened. The rolling clouds in the sky seemed to have a sense of oppression, making the whole environment seem a bit dull.

They walked out of the auditorium, walked out of the courtyard, and walked along the wooden bridge of Hengzhuan Mountain Stream. After walking through the snow and over the ridge, we finally arrived at the Black Lake.

Beside the Black Lake, there is a huge oak tree. The trunk of this tree is so thick that it takes several people to wrap it around.

He stopped in front of a huge, thick oak tree surrounded by several people.

Then he stretched out his wand, and the oak tree suddenly stretched out its branches like a ladder. He held the girl's hand tightly and stood up with her.

Then the branch quickly lifted up and returned to its original position.

Owen and Hermione were sitting on the tree trunk.

I love staying here. "He said.

"Why... why?" Miss Granger asked sluggishly, her face already burning red. The cold wind blowing in the mountains just now did not wake her up, but made her even more intoxicated, like a drunk people.

"Because—" He pointed into the distance.

From this angle, you can have a panoramic view of the Black Lake in the distance and the village of Hogsmeade not far from the Black Lake. Farther away, you can still see the railway leading to the sky, as if leading to heaven, connected with the dark clouds.

"I can see the way from here," he said, pointing to the track.

"I often think, if a person has experienced this world, has never taken a train and passed by that railway, has no magic, and does not love Hogwarts, then - what is the meaning of all this?"

Owen's expression gradually became calmer, and he relaxed slightly while holding Granger's hand.

"I have passed that road countless times, and each time I became more determined, even if I was working with the Death Eaters and fighting against Dumbledore. I must take a train and pass there, and I must embrace magic without hesitation. I must love that castle more than anyone else. Even though it is full of dangers."

He blinked, his clear eyes showing an unprecedented microwave.

"But now, I feel like one more condition must be added to the above conditions." He turned to look at the girl beside him.

"After all - who doesn't love Miss Granger?" Owen's lips curved beautifully, and his voice was as gentle as the wind in the rising sun. The scent of free flowers from the mountains blew into Hermione's cheeks.

"Hermione," he said, "I thought about it carefully, what a pity it would be if I didn't see your face in the revolving door before I died!"

He stared into the girl's brown eyes, as if staring into her soul. He could see that the girl's expression was stagnant, as if she had been hit by something heavy, and the smile that was originally raised at the corner of her mouth gradually shrank.

Those brown eyes were staring straight without any movement. In the clear eyes, there was a lot of mist visible to the naked eye, which condensed on the edge of her pupils, as if it was about to turn into tears and fall.

Her nose became sore, her whole face slumped, and she breathed heavily, as if questioning in pain. Those eyes seemed to say, "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

In the end, before the tears came out, the corners of her mouth could not stop rising.

But she was fearful, angry, aggrieved, and happy. The complex emotions were mixed together, and she could only bite her lip and endure it.

However, tears eventually streaked down her cheeks.

"You bastard!" Miss Granger finally couldn't hold it in anymore and cursed. Then she didn't know where the courage came from, and a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth again. She leaned over and kissed Owen on the cheek.

That is the most sincere and affectionate confession.

"Hi!"

The boy responded vaguely and touched the place where he had just been kissed.

"That's it?" Before Hermione could react, he held her cheek and kissed her hard.

The kiss was passionate and passionate, and Hermione's lips were cold and sweet, with a girl's unique fragrance.

The little witch instinctively wanted to resist, but soon, that subtle resistance disappeared, and she began to clumsily respond to his kiss, just like every time he taught her to practice magic.

a long time.

Only then did the two of them come back from their selfless state.

"Huh~~~" She gasped, her heart beating so fast before, and then she smiled with relief.

"Miss Granger." Owen looked at her flushed face with a smirk on his lips, "You have already planned it!" He smacked his lips, "It tastes like peppermint."

"You..." Miss Granger glared at him, her face turning even redder. "You're such a bastard!" she said.

"Then what should I do? Who told you to like a bastard?"

"Who likes it?" she said, muttering in a voice that could only be heard by herself, "you gave Luna a bracelet, I..."

She wanted to continue speaking, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Owen pinching her face.

"Miss Granger." He looked at Hermione's red lips and couldn't help but stretched out his fingers to touch them gently. "I thought it was something."

"That's just a bracelet, and I - I gave you my heart. It's much more valuable than other things."

Hearing the sound, Hermione's blushing face became even more agitated. She lowered her head, and even the lovely dull hair on her head hung down as if she had lost her vitality.

After a moment, Hermione raised her head again, her hot face more serious, "Owen."

She said, "There's a question I've been meaning to ask you."

"what is the problem?"

"What do you like about me?" There was confusion written in her eyes. "I'm not that pretty, and I'm not gentle enough. There are so many girls in the castle who like you."

The boy tightened the girl's hand and said with shining eyes, "They are different from you, Miss Granger."

"What's the difference?" she asked shyly.

The boy smiled slightly and said, "They are all wizards, but you are not."

"?" Hermione looked at him confused.

"In the castle, there are many young wizards from Muggle families, but without exception, they all choose to integrate into this decadent magical world. I often wonder how they integrate into this reproductively isolated magical world. Why is there no psychological conflict at all?

Is it just because of magic?

do you know? Miss Granger, they should not resign themselves to this. They shouldn't.

This is the biggest difference between you and them. Even Dumbledore is not as good as you in this regard.

You are doing your best, doing whatever you can, and changing this broken world little by little.

I have been here, I have tried hard to change, and I have never regretted it - this is what I appreciate most about you. Owen said calmly.

On the side, Hermione looked at him, a little surprised. She had never expected to hear such words from Owen, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course." He said.

"How long have we known each other?" she asked suddenly.

"Hmm - probably more than one million words!" Owen teased.

"What?"

"I mean, many—years."

Hermione nodded, "How many years has it been?" She didn't notice Owen's suddenly old-fashioned tone, "Why do I feel like I just met you today."

Miss Granger blinked and looked at him affectionately.

"Then you have to pay more attention to me." Owen joked, "How can a bride not understand the groom?"

"Who is going to be your bride?" Hermione said coquettishly.

"Do you still want to marry someone else?" He pulled hard and the girl fell into his arms. "You are mine, Miss Granger. I have even thought of what our child will be called."

"You..." She looked at him, her brown eyes wide with shyness.

"Call me Hermione."

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From this day on.

The little wizards found out that there was a perfect pair in the castle.

The two people would often walk hand in hand in the castle. Although they would deliberately avoid the crowd, they would still bump into other little wizards from time to time. Of course, this was not the beginning of the rumor. When the two kissed in public in the auditorium, the castle became... Stories spread about their time together.

Speaking of which, falling in love is not a strange thing at Hogwarts.

There are many wizarding couples who form relationships in school and eventually get married and have children.

Some couples even get engaged in sixth or seventh grade.

Many of the students were male and female friends, dating, kissing, and doing things that were not allowed to be written about in the castle.

Think of Harry, his mother gave birth to him when she was twenty.

Hogwarts is a mess in this regard.

After eight o'clock every night, if you just walk into a remote corridor or classroom, you will encounter several couples.

Every once in a while, Snape would catch a couple, and then a storm of punishment would follow.

Of course, both Harry and everyone else thought he was jealous.

Only Owen understands that although there is indeed a perverted part of this gloomy prince's heart, he is indeed tortured.

It's self-torture.

But these have nothing to do with them.

on the weekend before the last week of December.

Owen and Hermione were not at the castle all day.

The two of them followed the ridge from the path to Hagrid, to the Owl Tower, then to the Shrieking Shack, and finally to Hogsmeade.

They passed by one by one.

I have been to this place countless times, but this time I had a different feeling.

Unlike ordinary couples who talk passionately about everything, as if they can blend into one, Owen and Hermione have more of a gentle emotion called companionship. The two of them are silent most of the time. Even when he talks, it's all about the castle.

Or something about the chess game.

Until you enter Hogsmeade.

Christmas is coming.

The two of them walked on the main road, which was difficult because the snow on the road was thick and every step was quite laborious.

And it started to snow again in the sky. The falling snow felt a little cold on the back of her hand, but Hermione didn't want to break away from the warmth like a glove - Owen held her hand.

After a few steps, the two stopped in front of the Deviss-Bans store, which is a store that specializes in selling a variety of magic supplies, including looking glasses, and also provides repair services for magic supplies.

Every Christmas, Owen would always be bored picking out Christmas gifts. But this year he didn't have to bear the trouble alone, because Hermione was with him to choose with him.

They went from Devis and Bans stores to the Fuga Wizard Clothing Store, the Literary Quill Shop, and even Zuko's Magical Joke Shop, the store where Christmas gifts can be bought in the entire Hogsmeade village. The two of them visited All over. All the large and small bags were stuffed by Owen into the pockets in his sleeves that had been casted by the infinite stretching spell.

This spell is really convenient.

That is - what will happen if this spell is cast again in a space where the infinite expansion spell has been cast.

Eventually, he and Hermione stopped at Mrs. Puddieff's Teahouse.

"Mrs. Puddifer's Teahouse?" Hermione repeated in a low voice.

Who is the little wizard at Hogwarts who doesn’t know Mrs. Puddy’s Teahouse? As a holy place for dating, generations of men and women have established relationships in this small teahouse and finally got together.

Originally, this was just a small and cramped teahouse, full of wizards' architectural concepts. Everything was placed in a haphazard manner, and it was all decorated with tacky lace, even the small round table.

The shop is on a corner of the main road.

The shop owner used a very strange hanging ornament as a Valentine's Day decoration, with a fat golden angel throwing candies to people from time to time.

Full of magic.

But now, the place has a new look. The small store has become much taller, and all the old decorations have been replaced. Not only that, many new services and experiential activities have been added to the teahouse.

But let Owen say that sometimes being small and cramped can be a good thing, depending on what you use it for.

Crossing the road, the two entered the teahouse one after another.

There is a sweet fragrance in the air.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows provide excellent lighting to the room, and the glass uses a one-way glass to ensure that no one outside can see the scenery inside. Christmas decorations are spread throughout the teahouse, making it extra warm and lively.

The teahouse is divided into three floors: upper, middle and lower, and each floor corresponds to a different decoration style. The first floor still retains the color scheme of the original teahouse. It is steamy, as if everything is decorated with ruffles or bows, and pink petals fall down, giving everything here an ambiguous tone.

The two sat down at the only remaining round table, next to the foggy window.

Next to them was a big Christmas tree. Through the gaps in the leaves, a fifth-year Hufflepuff boy could be vaguely seen. He was with a beautiful blonde girl, and they were holding hands.

Hermione was very uncomfortable, but Owen waved as if he was familiar with it.

There were two cups of scented tea floating over on the counter.

"What do you want?" At this time, a fat, middle-aged woman with shiny black hair squeezed between the two tables with difficulty.

"Oh! It's you! Owen." Mrs. Puddieff smiled warmly, "This is - oh! God! You are Miss Granger."

She looked at Hermione in shock, and then her eyes kept moving back and forth between Owen and Hermione. "You two—"

"You two—" she started mid-sentence, but stopped suddenly. Owen winked at her, and Lady Puddy understood immediately.

aside.

After a while, two small cakes floated and landed in front of them together with plates, knives and forks. Hermione's cheeks were red and very cute, like a ripe apple that made people want to take a bite.

She couldn't help but raise her head from time to time, peeking at Owen secretly, and then quickly lowered her head, picking up the teacup with both hands to take a sip of tea. But she forgot the temperature of the tea. When the tip of her tongue was scalded, she screamed "ouch". In panic, the tea fell on her finger, burning it red.

Upon seeing this, Owen touched his hand lightly, and Hermione felt that the burning sensation on her hand was instantly replaced by a coolness like water, and then the temperature slowly dropped, dispersing the pain on her fingers in just a few seconds. .

Then the boy covered her hand.

"Why are you so nervous!" Owen said softly.

Hermione trembled slightly, as if she wanted to pull her hand away, but immediately stopped, her face redder than before, redder than ever before.

Hermione looked at Owen with confused eyes, the sweet fragrance in the air almost made her head stop working.

She saw Owen approaching, and they went from sitting across from each other to being close to each other.

Hermione's body trembled slightly. Although this was not the first time she shook hands with Owen, it still gave her a strange electric feeling.

She didn't know when this boy came into her heart. What the girl could know was that she seemed unable to forget him anymore.

Even though Owen is already very close.

But deep down in her heart, she still hoped that the distance could be closer, even closer.

Owen sat next to her, watching her quietly. The sight was very interesting, especially when he watched the girl's face gradually turn red, gradually burning from her neck to her ears.

This doesn't look like Hermione at all.

That heroic girl rarely shows such an expression.

Seeing Hermione like this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.

Then his lips kissed her cheek, and she was—so cute.

Hermione's heart was beating hard, her palms were covered in sweat, but she had no strength at all.

"It's about time, Miss Granger."