Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

There is a wind chime set up at the door of Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse, which will jingle whenever a guest comes in.

"Oh, hello." Mrs. Puddieff, a middle-aged woman with a slightly plump figure and a shiny black bun on the back of her head, greeted Hermione and Soul when they came in, with a kind smile.

"Hello, ma'am, is there a quieter place?"

"Of course. Every guest who comes in wants a space without being disturbed. Please come with me." Mrs. Puddieff looked at Hermione, who had a rosy face and was holding a candy bag, and nodded clearly.

There were not many empty seats in the teahouse at this time. When Mrs. Puddieff led the two of them to a corner, Soul saw the Ravenclaw prefect Penello Crevat. Sitting at the back left of the teahouse, he was fiddling with the silver spoon in his hand boredly, as if waiting for someone.

"Would you like something to drink?" Mrs. Puddifu asked warmly after the two of them sat down.

Soul slid the menu to Hermione. It must be that Mrs. Puddifer's Teahouse has a different kind of magic. Hermione sat with her back straight after calling in, looking like an elegant witch, holding a long strand of hair in her hand. Tweet and retweet.

"Come on, have some." His voice also changed, his voice was raised, and he became soft and soft, not at all like he was laughing in Candy Duke just now.

Soul couldn't help but shudder at the sound... Oh, my God.

"Do you have any recommendations? Madam, this is our first time here." Suer didn't know what to order, so he turned to look at the teahouse owner who was wearing a lace floral skirt.

"In such a cold day, I recommend a cup of black tea. This is the black tea I specially bought from Mykonos Island. Add some milk and some honey. It is most suitable in this cold weather."

"Paired with a stack of chocolate chip cookies, with a slightly bitter taste, and sweet black tea with milk, love is sweet with a bitter taste. Every young man and young girl who comes here will give it a try."

"This is my favorite combination. It reminds me of the beauty of my youth, hehehe..."

"Of course, I have other recommendations, such as a small cake with honey syrup, which is most suitable for a young man and a girl who have just been married, and the fragrant cherry pulp milk, which represents the sweetness of love."

"Just black tea and chocolate chip cookies, thank you, madam." Hermione's face turned red and she interrupted Mrs. Pudifuff in a panic. She glanced at Soul quietly and lowered her head.

"Oh, okay, one portion? I can have two spoons with it. Many little witches and wizards here like to share a cup." Mrs. Puddifu smacked her lips, as if she was still unfinished.

"Two portions, ma'am, just a stack of biscuits." Sol said quickly, fearing that Hermione's head would start to smoke if the boss with an aunty smile continued to speak.

"Okay, I'll be here soon." Mrs. Pudifu nodded with a smile, twisted her waist and left.

At this time, a tall, thin boy with red hair opened the door, ran in panting, and looked around at the door of the teahouse.

"Look, Hermione." Sule poked the little girl opposite who had her head lowered and didn't know what she was thinking, and motioned her to look towards the door.

"Percy?" Hermione said confused.

At this moment, Percy seemed to have discovered something and walked quickly to his seat. During this period, he reached out to smooth his hair that was messed up by the cold wind outside and calmed his breathing.

The whole time, he didn't notice the two people peeking at him from the corner.

"He's dating the prefect of Ravenclaw?" Hermione watched in surprise as Percy sat down in front of Penello, and then the two started chatting.

"It seems that George and Fred guessed right." Suer nodded, "It would be interesting if Creevey took a photo of this at this time."

"I almost forgot." Hermione looked at him doubtfully, and Soul smiled and took out a small transparent crystal ball.

"Photo ball?" Hermione immediately guessed Soul's plan, frowned and took the crystal ball into her hand, "Absolutely not."

"This is immoral behavior. I can already imagine what George or Fred would do if they got this crystal ball." Hermione changed her shy look just now and said seriously, "No one would like to date themselves. It was filmed..."

As she said that, Hermione was attracted by the spinning pictures in the photo ball, "Huh?"

Su Er panicked all of a sudden, and the word 'danger' appeared in big, blood-red words in his mind, this...this...

"You're right, Hermione, we shouldn't be like this." Soul concealed his panic and tried to take back the photo ball in Hermione's hand.

But Hermione retracted her hand and nimbly avoided Sur's extended hand. She glanced at him suspiciously and narrowed her eyes slightly. Based on her understanding of Sur, there might be something here that she couldn't see.

The temperature inside Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse was very comfortable, but Soul felt like he was sweating. Looking at Hermione holding the photo ball close to her eyes, he was thinking about whether he should run at this time, and even pulled out a The wand gave Hermione the terrifying thought of casting an oblivion spell, but she was killed by herself the next second.

Just when Soul was thinking of an excuse to meet Hermione's anger, Hermione had already finished reading the images in the photo ball.

"Haha, do you find it interesting to record this? My dear?" Hermione's fingertips holding the photo ball turned white. She took a few deep breaths, restrained herself and prepared to throw the photo ball to the other side. The impulsive look on that hateful man's face stared at him closely.

"In other words, how many copies are you going to make of this scene (remember the photo ball that Sur 'accidentally' left in the Room of Requirement?) to show to whom?"

Sur could even hear the sound of Hermione grinding her teeth, and felt the murderous intention conveyed by Hermione in her eyes, and more sweat broke out on her forehead.

"I swear, Hermione, I definitely didn't mean this." Soul quickly raised his hand, rolled his eyes, and thought of an excuse, "I swear to Merlin."

"I accidentally left this photo ball there. Really, there were too many things in the bag at that time, and I didn't even know what was recorded in it. It's normal for some omissions to happen sometimes, isn't it?"

"Oh, is that true?" Hermione obviously didn't believe Sule's words so easily, "You really didn't mean it?"

"Of course, I definitely didn't do it on purpose. If I did it on purpose...then...then punish me...punish me..."

Before Su Er could finish speaking, the rescuers arrived.

"My dear, please enjoy this delicious snack." Mrs. Puddieff came over with a tray, "I have added milk and honey to it. If you want more sugar, you can add it freely. "

I have to say that this black tea with milk looks very good. Mrs. Puddieff used white milk foam to outline a heart shape on it, which aroused Hermione's desire to taste it.

Seeing Hermione start to pick up the teacup and sip it, Soul secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Why don't you continue talking? Huh? What will I punish you for?" Hermione's voice floated over.

"Hehehe..." Su Er paused while holding the tea cup, laughed dryly a few times, and opened his mouth, "How about punishing me with a P (poor) in all subjects this semester?"

Obviously, this punishment for failing the oath did not satisfy Hermione, but she did not continue to pursue it. She hummed softly and picked up a chocolate chip cookie with her little hands.

After a while, Hermione suddenly raised her head and asked,

"You're the only one who's seen this, right?"

"Only I have seen it, absolutely no one else has touched this." Suer replied subconsciously, and the next second, he reacted.

Oops!The secret is revealed!

Fortunately, Hermione didn't mean to throw the black tea with milk in his face, maybe because the black tea with milk tasted really good.

Until the cup bottomed out, Hermione had no intention of speaking.

At this moment, the wind chime at the door rang again, and two familiar people came in.

Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott.