Traveling through Hogwarts, just wanting to have a love affair

The moment Astoria turned around, Phoenix felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He knew that as a wizard, Astoria did have the ability to protect herself, but the worry deep in his heart could not be calmed.

Astoria pushed open the kitchen door lightly, and a warm breath blew in, accompanied by the aroma of baked bread and vanilla, which made people relax involuntarily.

In the kitchen, several busy figures were shuttling back and forth in front of the stove. The clash of pots and pans and whispers were intertwined, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

Phoenix stood there, watching Astoria disappear behind the door.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of hesitation arose in his heart.

He tried to follow, but Astoria's words stopped him in his tracks.

"I'm not a child, and I'm a wizard. I'm not that easily fooled!"

There was a hint of playfulness in Astoria's words, which also revealed her confidence and independence.

Phoenix smiled bitterly. He knew he couldn't change Astoria's decision, so he could only nod and whispered:

"must be careful!"

Astoria turned around and gave Phoenix a reassuring smile before walking resolutely into the kitchen.

Phoenix is ​​torn between respecting Astoria's independence and wanting to protect her.

He knew that, as a wizard, Astoria was more than capable of taking care of herself, but as her partner, he always wanted to make sure she was safe.

He walked slowly towards the kitchen, his steps were gentle, trying not to attract attention. The kitchen door was half-open, and warm yellow light and the tempting aroma of food shone through the crack.

Phoenix stood outside the door, looking through the crack in the door, observing what was happening inside.

In the kitchen, Astoria was busy with the chefs. Her movements were skillful and graceful. She communicated with the people around her from time to time, with a confident smile on her face.

Phoenix looked at her, feeling a little less worried.

He decided not to go directly into the kitchen, but to find a place nearby where he could help.

Phoenix's eyes wandered along the corridor near the kitchen, and his steps involuntarily slowed down, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

His eyes finally locked onto a figure who was carefully wiping the glass windows at the end of the corridor.

His movements were slow and rhythmic, and he seemed so focused every time he wiped, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

That person was Nicholas, a man of few words on weekdays.

He is always so calm, as if he has an ocean of his own in his heart. No matter how turbulent the outside world is, he can always maintain his inner peace.

At this moment when the pirates are about to approach, although the others appear calm on the surface, Phoenix can sense their inner tension and uneasiness.

But Nicholas is different. The calmness in his eyes is not pretended, but a real inner peace.

He always seems to find his balance amidst chaos, remaining calm and rational even in the most tense situations.

Phoenix frowned, a trace of doubt arose in his heart:

"Could it be this guy who lured the pirates here?"

He involuntarily moved closer to the figure. His voice was low and direct, without any beating around the bush:

"Why are you so calm? The pirates are coming soon!"

There was a sense of urgency in his words, but also an unquestionable firmness.

He didn't think there was any point in testing them now, after all, the pirates were about to catch up.

And he also has enough strength to overturn the subsequent situation.

So Phoenix didn't actually take the pirates who attacked this time seriously.

His eyes were fixed on Nicholas, trying to find a clue from his expression.

Nicholas's movements did not pause at all. He continued to wipe the glass carefully with a focused and calm expression.

His movements were slow and rhythmic, and he seemed so focused every time he wiped, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Nicholas's gaze rested briefly on Phoenix, then returned to the glass in his hand.

His expression remained calm, as if nothing around him could cause any fluctuations in his emotions.

Phoenix almost doubted whether Nicholas had actually heard him.

Nicholas's reaction made Phoenix feel a little frustrated, but it also aroused his curiosity.

He decided not to stand anymore and simply sat on the floor, crossing his legs and leaning his back against the wall, his eyes fixed on Nicholas's movements.

Phoenix just watched Nicholas quietly.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, trying to find out Nicholas's true thoughts from every subtle movement.

He didn't believe that a person could remain so calm and focused in such a stressful situation.

Time passed quietly as Nicholas wiped methodically.

A quarter of an hour passed, then two quarters of an hour, and Nicholas had finished wiping the third piece of glass.

His technique is still as meticulous as ever, as if every piece of glass is a work of art that requires all his attention.

Phoenix couldn't help but have a dark line on his forehead, he thought:

"This Nicholas is really shameless!"

He thought that his gaze would cause Nicholas to react, but apparently, Nicholas's concentration was far beyond his imagination.

Phoenix couldn't help but feel a little respect for this 12-year-old boy, but also a little doubt.

Nicholas's performance was so calm that he didn't seem like a 12-year-old child at all.

At this age, most children will appear nervous and uneasy when faced with impending danger.

But Nicholas is like a veteran who has been through many battles and can remain calm in the face of crisis.

Phoenix decided that he would keep a close eye on this guy.

He knew that Nicholas's unusual calmness might hide some secrets, or he might have an unknown past.

Phoenix's instincts told him that Nicholas could be a key figure, and his performance could have an impact on the upcoming pirate war.