This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Manchester,

Granger's house.

Hermione walked downstairs with two big dark circles under her eyes.

She couldn't sleep because she was too excited. She didn't feel sleepy even after counting tens of thousands of sheep.

It was 7:30 in the morning, and there were more than two hours to get ready.

She hurriedly finished washing up, then went to the dining table to quickly eat breakfast, and then trotted back to the room upstairs.

Chris and Jane were stunned.

Their daughter had never been so nervous since she was a child, not even when she participated in the competition.

The two of them ate breakfast slowly, and the time soon came to 8:30.

"Hermione, we are back to the clinic."

"Okay, Mom and Dad."

She didn't even have time to go downstairs to see them off. She didn't know what she was busy with in the room.

It was the first date, Jane understood.

Chris could guess roughly that she was probably either putting on makeup or struggling with what to wear.

Luckily, I bought a lot of new clothes that fit me when I went shopping yesterday, and I could modify them with magic even if I was not satisfied.

Not long after the Grangers' red sedan drove out of the community, a royal blue Bugatti EB110 slowed down and drove in slowly.

Vincent in the car was wearing sunglasses, a white shirt on his upper body, and a thin red and black plaid shirt on the outside.

His pants were black like yesterday, but his shoes were changed to relatively comfortable brogues.

He bought this outfit at the Adele Shopping Center in the city when he just came.

There was also a bunch of beautifully packaged white tulips on the passenger seat, which were obviously carefully selected.

Ten minutes later, the royal blue Bugatti EB110 stopped on the side of the road outside Granger's house.

Vincent in the car looked down at his watch.

It was only 9:05 now, which was a little too early.

Just as he was wondering how long he had to wait, Hermione on the second floor of the house seemed to have caught a glimpse of something through the gap in the curtains.

She put down the cosmetics in her hand and went to the window to look at the road.

Although Bugatti's fastest mass-produced sports car is now officially on sale, there is probably only one person in the whole UK who would drive it to this remote community.

So early?

Hermione quickly turned around to look at the clothes that filled the bed.

She hadn't chosen what to wear yet, and she had just covered her dark circles with makeup.

Time was running out, so she leaned over and opened the white desk drawer by the window, and took out the traceless wand from it.

Gently waving at the cosmetics on the dressing table, they floated up one by one in a very regular manner.

They flew towards Hermione who walked to the bed and automatically applied makeup on her face.

But no matter how convenient magic was, it couldn't help her choose clothes to match her makeup.

Her roommate Lavender once said that the best choice for a girl on a first date is always a skirt.

And it has to be a style that attracts the other person's attention as much as possible, and it can't be too grand.

Hermione set her eyes on a pleated short skirt by the bed.

No, it's too short, it will make her look frivolous.

The white long skirt in the middle of the bed?

It's a bit too long and too plain.

She finally got rid of the image of a nerd, and she didn't want to wear such a boring dress in front of her boyfriend.

It's not good to be too open, and it's not good to be too conservative.

It's okay to just go over the knees, right?

The printed dress is eliminated, the beige high-waisted straight skirt is eliminated, the white fishtail skirt is eliminated, the light blue suspender skirt is eliminated, the pink puffy skirt is eliminated...

Hermione's eyes finally fixed on a black half-length gauze skirt.

The length just came to the knees, and it was an A-line umbrella shape, which was not her usual style.

The skirt was settled, but there was still the top.

It was summer now, and long sleeves were all eliminated.

"Black and white matching..." She muttered to herself and walked to the open closet.

"Shirt..." She took out a white sleeveless chiffon shirt, and then waved the wand in her hand to turn the entire closet door into a mirror.

Hermione took off the white spotted nightgown and changed into the selected shirt and skirt in front of the mirror.

Perfect!

The gauze skirt can cover the curves of her lower body vaguely, and the shoulders exposed by the sleeveless shirt are not too conservative, which makes her look particularly elegant and decent.

She waved the wand in her hand again, and an air cushion comb on the dressing table flew to comb her hair.

The already fluffy brown long hair was combed up in clumps, and when it was let down, it formed a particularly natural wave arc.

The side-parted French wave curls matched her clothes very well.

Next is the choice of shoes.

Vincent is nearly 190 cm tall, and if he wants to reduce the height difference of almost 20 cm, he can only give up flat shoes.

Fortunately, she listened to her mother's advice when she was shopping yesterday and bought a few more pairs of high heels of different styles.

It was right to listen to her mother, but she didn't expect them to come in handy so soon.

Hermione walked downstairs quickly and came to the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Pointed high heels are too common, wedge heels don't match clothes, and thick soles are not to mention.

Strap sandals? Or strappy stilettos?

Both pairs are black, and they are very suitable for matching.

She turned back to look at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room.

It was already 9:40, and there was no time to pick and choose.

She bent down to take off her slippers and put on one of the two pairs of shoes.

Her long legs looked even thinner in sandals, but unfortunately she was not used to wearing them yet, and she always felt that her toes were a little tight, so she could only choose the straps.

She returned to the room with her shoes and carefully examined the bottles of perfume on the dressing table.

Don't wear anything too pungent, the fresh orange scent is the best choice.

She put on her high heels in front of the mirror that the wardrobe door had become, and then tied the satin ribbons crosswise.

The clothes were done, the makeup was done, and the hairstyle was done.

Hermione turned slightly sideways in front of the mirror, with a satisfied smile on her face.

She waved her wand and put the clothes on the bed neatly back into the closet, then went to the dressing table to pick out a few cosmetics and lipsticks for touch-up and put them in a small white shoulder bag.

She went out at 10 o'clock on time, and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road nervously.

Vincent, who took off his sunglasses, got out of the car at this time, holding the tulips he carefully selected in his hands.

The closer Hermione got, the more surprised he looked.

"Remember, there are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women..."

He forgot where he heard this in his previous life, but he now agreed with this sentence very much.

In the first grade, Hermione perfectly fits the stereotype of a nerd. She became much better after she started to pay attention to her appearance in the second grade. The years they spent together in the third grade often made him feel bright.

But those images are all in school. No matter how beautiful she is, she is still a little girl.

Now Hermione, who is standing cautiously in front of Vincent, only has the reserve of a little girl. Whether it is her dress or her temperament, she can be described as stunning.

"You are very beautiful today." He handed over the tulips in his hand, "I should prepare a bouquet of more suitable flowers."

Hermione smiled sweetly, hugged the tulips he carefully selected tightly, and lowered her head to smell the fragrant flowers.

Tulips symbolize wisdom and talent and are regarded as a noble flower.

And white tulips represent pure love, which is very suitable for their current relationship.

"Sorry, you have been waiting for a long time?"

Vincent shook his head subconsciously, "No, I arrived early."

He turned sideways, opened the door of the passenger seat, and stretched out his hand to her in a very gentlemanly way, and his other hand was also very considerate against the roof of the car.

"Come on up, our first date is about to begin."

Hermione took his hand and got into the car like a lady.

Her nervousness completely disappeared, replaced by excitement and anticipation that kept her awake all night.

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