v3 Chapter 2： intrigue

Fudge walked out of the Leaky Cauldron in a calm mood. He was thinking about when he would invite a reporter from the Daily Prophet for an exclusive interview, in one fell swoop to clear the hat of "incompetence" that he had been labelled as "incompetent" these days.

"Never invite Rita Skeeter." This was Fudge's first reaction. That woman was so vicious that good things would taste bad in her mouth. However, Fudge's good mood disappeared the first time he saw Dawlish. Because he saw a man standing beside Dawlish: Albus Dumbledore.

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Being cut in line by the Minister of Magic, Tom had no choice but to sleep in a bed with Hermione.

He smiled apologetically at Hermione, expressing that he was helpless too.

Old Tom disappeared for a while, and he reappeared with Harry's suitcase and cage in his hands, followed by a confused Harry.

"Are you all right?" Tom winked at him.

Harry was confused. "I wasn't punished, but I don't understand—"

"Okay, let's go back to your room to rest first, you have a whole vacation to chat!" Old Tom interrupted Harry, and led them upstairs along a beautiful wooden staircase, leading Tom to the In front of a door, there is a brass number [seven] pasted on the door. Old Tom unlocked and opened the door for Tom and Hermione. There was a bed that seemed to be floppy, some polished oak furniture, and the fire was burning in the fireplace, the smell of wood coming from the crackling flames.

Harry stood in the back, thinking that Tom was helping Hermione put down the luggage and would come out, but he did not expect that Yordle entered the same bedroom with Hermione in front of him, and closed the door.

Harry: I don't understand, but I was so shocked that I couldn't move for a while, as if my virginity had been taken away.

After Tom entered the room, he put the suitcase on the ground and was about to open it, but Hermione pushed it away. Hermione hurriedly ran to the box and held down the box that had opened a gap.

"Go take a shower first! Leave the suitcase to me to clean up," Hermione smiled unnaturally, pointing to the bathroom and urging Tom to take a shower first, she didn't want Tom to look through the clothes in his wardrobe.

Tom scratched the back of his head. "Well then? You sure don't need to—"

"unnecessary!"

Immediately after, Tom was pushed into the bathroom by a pair of soft and tender hands.

After arranging Tom, Hermione opened the box and quickly packed up her coat, underwear, shoes and socks. When she picked up a shirt, she realized that it seemed to be a men's shirt.

"It looks like Tom's shirt." She put the shirt aside, but after putting it down, she picked it up again.

"This is the shirt that Tom is wearing..." She held the dress in both hands, and subconsciously brought the tip of her nose up and sniffed it twice: it smelled of lavender laundry detergent.

"Hermione, can you get me a change of clothes..." Tom stuck his head out of the bathroom, and they both froze.

After a stalemate for a second, Hermione lightly handed the shirt and a pair of shorts in her hands to Tom, who was wearing old clothes, with such an indifferent attitude that Tom couldn't help thinking that he had just read it wrong.

When the bathroom door closed again, Hermione's face turned red, and steam seemed to come from her ears, and she felt her heart beating as fast as a machine gun. The sound of water and the steam mixed with the scent of shower gel from the bathroom made it difficult for her to calm down.

In the end, she still slammed a glass of ice water, opened the window and let the cold wind blow before she regained her composure.

"No!" she decided. Competitive, she couldn't let herself have such a handle in Tom's hands. So, she came up with a brilliant idea.

In the workplace, if you are caught by a colleague, what is the best way to deal with it? Of course, it is to induce colleagues to fish together! So Hermione set a small trap.

She waited quietly.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Hermione set the trap, and called out from the bathroom door, "Tom, I want to get some supper, do you want something to eat?"

Tom's muffled voice came from inside: "How about some cookies and hot tea?"

"Of course you can~" Hermione Shi Shiran walked out of the bedroom and quickly went to the bar downstairs.

Tom dried himself and came out of the bathroom in a fresh change of clothes. At this time, the bedroom was empty, the luggage had been packed by Hermione, and the suitcase was placed in the corner of the room by Hermione.

There was only one place in the house that was a little messy: the bed. Hermione's changed clothes were thrown on it casually. One of the thin black socks was hanging by the side of the bed, and the other was hanging on Hermione's little brown boots in front of the bed.

Tom's eyes moved from the almost transparent tube to the slightly darker toe, his heart pounding.

He couldn't help but took a few steps closer and stretched out his hand...

Squeak! The door opened.

Hermione came in with a silver plate with some cookies and a pot of black tea on it.

Tom jumped back like a frightened rabbit to the bedside table.

"The cookies are freshly baked. For tea, can only black tea be allowed?" Hermione put the plate on the table. On the surface, she was smiling, but she was disappointed: she seemed to have come in early! The fish almost bit the hook, but was scared away by himself!

"Why is your face so red?"

"The bath water was very hot just now."

"Oh~ that's it—then I'm going to take a bath, you can't peek at it~" Hermione picked up a cookie, crunched it in small bites, then picked up the teapot and took a sip of black tea to her mouth. Then she turned and walked into the bathroom.

Her eyes almost fell out when she came out of the bathroom - Tom wasn't doing anything else, he was sitting at his desk studying!

Hermione's teeth were about to bite: I'm already taking a shower, and the bathroom wall is so thick that you won't be found out for what you're doing, and you're actually studying? ! Are you secretly studying with me behind your back? !

Whether it was bearable or unbearable, Hermione immediately sat on the chair, regardless of whether her hair was still wet directly put on the crown and began to study.

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The next morning, Harry woke up from his sleep. He felt a sense of freedom that he had never experienced before. He slept as long as he wanted to, and no one would rush into his room, open his curtains, and lift his quilt. More importantly, he can learn magic openly!

He went down the stairs to old Tom and ordered a hearty breakfast, the kind of treatment he couldn't have gotten at the Dursleys. Once seated, Harry began to look around.

"I didn't see Miss Granger and Mr. Yodel, did they go out early in the morning?" Old Tom couldn't help asking when he came over with a large plate of meat and a bowl of milk, fruit, and cereal.

"Uh, I didn't see them either." Old Tom shook his head and left slowly.

It wasn't until almost noon that Tom and Hermione came downstairs with dark circles under their eyes, and Harry rubbed their faces when they saw them.

"Tom, pay attention to your body..." he said vaguely.