v4 Chapter 93： SchoolDays

In the end, Tom agreed to George's request and signed his name on the Golden Knight model.

"Can this mask be lifted?" Tom ignored the staff the knight puppet used to tap his arm and tried to lift its mask. It turned out that the visor was just a decoration, and that Fred and George didn't make the doll's facial details.

"It's too difficult to do facial features," George shrugged. "It's rough and it will affect the look and feel, and it's too time-consuming and laborious to do it, so don't do it at all."

Tom nodded, and he would have made the same decision instead.

"By the way, did you make that suit of armor yourself?" Speaking of the armor, George's eyes lit up, "Can I try it on?"

This wasn't the first time Tom had encountered such a request, but he used the next time to prevaricate it.

The celebration continued for a long time, until Professor McGonagall rushed into the lounge and drove out the students from other colleges.

"If you don't go back, your academy's points will be cleared tomorrow!" she said threateningly.

Under the burning gaze of Professor McGonagall. The little wizards scattered and left the Gryffindor tower one after another and went to the common room of their own academy.

Tom and Hermione followed the crowd, making their way little by little towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

Looking at the crowd in front of her, Hermione frowned: "There must be a long queue in the bathroom again..."

She picked up her collar and sniffed, her brows furrowed even deeper, obviously very dissatisfied with the smell on her body.

"I'm going to the Room of Requirement, there's a ready-made bathroom." Her eyes lit up and she found a good solution.

Tom didn't say anything, just followed silently.

"If only we could become prefects, then we could enjoy the prefect's bathroom." Hermione's eyes had a hint of longing in her eyes. In the fourth grade, she is not yet qualified. When she is promoted to the fifth grade next year, she may become a prefect.

The conditions of Hogwarts are very good in all aspects, the only fly in the ointment is that the resources of the public bathroom are very tight every night. Young wizards who have a day's class generally hope to take a hot bath before going to bed to wash away the fatigue of the day. The number of shower heads in the bathroom is limited, and most of them have to queue up to take a shower. In today's situation where everyone was crowded into the dormitory at one time, the team didn't even know when to go.

The only way to solve the problem is to become a prefect so that you can use the prefect's bathroom. Compared with the number of students with more than 100, the number of prefects at most six in an academy is insignificant.

The prefects can take a good bath in the exclusive bathroom and enjoy the pleasure of the bath to the fullest, without worrying about being urged by the seniors and sisters lining up outside, or accidentally bumping into the **** of their companions.

Hermione glanced at Tom who was following behind her ass, blushing slightly, and scolded: "Why are you following?"

Boys don't need to queue for a long time to take a shower!

Although, because of this, Hermione didn't say much in the end, but acquiesced to Tom to follow behind her.

The two came to the familiar Room of Requirement. As soon as the door was opened, a cozy cottage appeared in front of the two of them: a clean white double bed, a fluffy carpet, a crackling fire, and a warm-colored wall lamp.

Just looking at it makes people feel comfortable and want to sleep well.

"This room is amazing!" Hermione cheered, took off her coat and hung it on the wall, then threw off the shoes on her feet and ran to the bathroom quickly.

Tom looked thoughtfully at the burning fireplace in the house.

"This room is weird." He came to a conclusion after observing for a while.

The house of responsiveness has responsiveness, but it is only a limited "response to every request". Tom knows very well that if he makes some excessive demands, the house of responsiveness will most likely not be realized.

There is something wrong with the layout of this room today.

Tom also discovered this problem for the first time. When he entered the house in the past, his mind was not on this aspect, so he didn't realize it until today.

Why is there a fireplace in the house? And judging from the warmth of the room, the stove wasn't just lit.

He had a bold guess.

At this moment, there was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, but at this time Tom had no intention of enjoying this wonderful music, and his mind was completely devoted to the exploration of the mystery of this room.

Tom clapped his hands lightly. "Anyone?" he whispered.

The question seemed silly, there was no one else in the room but him and Hermione. But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight explosion in the room, and a house-elf appeared in front of Tom.

Tom looked at the elf in front of him for a while, and found that it was not the ones he had seen.

"How can I help you?" It bowed deeply, the tip of its nose almost touching the floor.

"I want you to tell me who cleaned this house." Tom asked a question, looking at the elf in front of him.

"It's me, honorable sir, is there anything you are dissatisfied with Nora's work?" The house-elf named Nora trembled, and seemed to be very worried that he was not doing well enough.

"The Guard is Here"

"You've done a perfect job, and I don't have any dissatisfaction - I'm just curious, do you change the firewood for the fireplace in this room every day?"

Hearing Tom's words, Nora was relieved and stopped shaking.

"Thanks for the compliment, sir!" It thanked Tom for the compliment before telling him that the maintenance of the house was indeed its job.

There are hundreds of house-elves at Hogwarts. These pixies also have a meticulous division of work. Some elves are mainly responsible for serving meals, while others are responsible for cleaning. Participating in the maintenance of the castle is also one of the divisions of labor.

Why is the floor of the castle so clean all the time? Why do dirty clothes get washed the next day after being thrown into the laundry basket? Who lit the charcoal fire in the common room? These problems permeate all aspects of daily life, but few students are aware of them.

It's all done by the low-key house-elves in the castle.

The house-elf in front of Tom was in charge of adding wood to the fireplace. The reason the house is so warm and the fireplace is on fire is because Nora adds wood at certain times to keep the house as warm as spring when the night comes.

To be more precise, when the sun goes down, Nora comes here and lights the fireplace. Wait until the next morning to clean out the charcoal from the fireplace.

Hearing what Nora said, Tom took a deep breath: If what Nora said was the truth, how much firewood would this little house burn for thousands of years? This is not a wisp of smoke floating in the forest, but a forest that has been burned directly. This fact can directly make environmentalists stunned.

Not to mention environmental issues. Nora's remarks support Tom's point: this room is not the Room of Requirement. It should be an unknown room in a corner of Hogwarts Castle. The Room of Requirement just sent him and Hermione into this room.

Tom nodded thoughtfully.

"Anything else?" Nora asked cautiously.

Seeing Nora's respectful appearance, Tom couldn't bear it. While he's not an elf rights advocate, he doesn't like this form of communication either.

He politely sent Nora away.

Tom was sympathetic to house-elves, but only in sympathy. In other words, he was willing to do anything but help the house-elves.

He sympathized with what happened to them, but he didn't want to change anything—he didn't even let Hermione know about the house-elves, just because Hermione wanted to free them.

If Hermione founded the "House Elf Liberation Front", would Tom join or not? This is a very difficult question for Tom.

Do house-elves need liberation? Zi Feiyu, know the joy of fish? The child is not a house elf, and the joy of knowing the house elf. House-elves now enjoy serving wizards as a lifelong pursuit. From a human perspective, their minds are a little distorted.

In the face of such distorted thoughts, is it necessary for the wizard to forcibly break it straight? To put it simply, why should the mind of the elf be forcibly aligned with that of the wizard?

unnecessary.

To be more realistic, free them, who will wash, cook and clean for the teachers and students at Hogwarts? And from a human point of view, there is no doubt that wizards have enslaved house-elves for thousands of years. Can the blood debts created during this period really be repaid by wizards?

Once the house-elves "wake up", can wizards survive the reckoning? In the end, it will be interesting if it evolves into "family life is expensive". So Tom chose to believe in the wisdom of his predecessors. The ostrich tactics are shameful, but very useful.

After Nora left. Tom also took off his coat and hung it next to Hermione's. Looking at the witch's robe, Tom remembered Hermione's previous actions.

So he took off the robe and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it.

A scent crept into Tom's nose.

"It's quite fragrant, why does this guy Hermione think it smells?" Tom scratched his head, wondering if there was something wrong with his nose.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Tom decided to ask for it himself.

Why do you think so much? Time to do something right!

He put his hand on the eagle-shaped door handle, twisted it gently, the door of the bathroom opened in response, and a mist of water with the fragrance of roses poured out from it.

Hermione really didn't lock the door!

At this time, Hermione was curled up in a large wooden tub, and she turned around immediately after hearing the sound of the door lock turning, and then saw Tom walk in.

"What are you doing? Get out!" Hermione's face flushed all of a sudden, and she covered the whiteness on her chest with her hands, just to let Tom get out quickly.

"I want to take a shower too~"

"You wait for me to wash--ah!"

Tom quickly removed his clothes and jumped into the big tub, shocking Hermione's body.

The bathtub in the bathroom is more than enough for one person, but the area is a bit cramped when two people share it. After Tom came in, the space inside became extremely limited, and Tom and Hermione could only cling to each other.

Hermione only felt that her whole body was hot, and there was a burst of numbness in her lower abdomen, and the place where Tom touched it felt like it was on fire.

"You, you!" She wanted to say something, but was speechless.

"Just know how to bully me!" In the end, she could only spit out such a sentence angrily.

Tom's hand caressed lightly on the smooth jade-like back, and from time to time he would go around to pick it up twice.

"The skin is so well maintained," he rubbed Hermione's cheek with his own, and whispered in her ear, "Let me rub your back."

"No- huh!?...Okay." Hermione wanted to refuse, but Tom persuaded her with a slight pressure on her index finger and thumb.

Tom succeeded in pinching Hermione.

Then, he gently rubbed Hermione's shoulders and back, pinching twice from time to time, to promote the blood circulation of Hermione's back and make her more relaxed. For this uninvited guest, Hermione was very nervous at first, but then he didn't do anything wrong, and Hermione accepted this guy.

"Is the strength right?" Tom asked softly after kneading for a while.

"Hmm." Hermione snorted softly, indicating what she meant.

Tom carefully moved the fair carcass in his hands and turned Hermione over, allowing the two to sit opposite each other.

Face to face, Hermione suddenly became shy again, she lowered her head and dared not look directly at Tom. Fortunately, a layer of foam floated on the tub, which reassured her a little.

"Let go," Tom lifted Hermione's chin. "Are we meeting for the first time?"

He looked at the delicate face, which turned white and red from the steam of hot water, and there seemed to be a spring water in those shy kitten-like eyes.

Tom kissed.

A flash of relief flashed in Hermione's eyes, and she naturally put her hands on the shoulders of the boy and responded to him as much as possible.

Tom was a little relieved, but also a little emotional, Hermione's movements were not as young as they used to be, and even somewhat skilled.

After a long time, the two separated, breathing heavily. Most of the bubbles on the water surface of the tub have disappeared.

Hermione twisted, let out a coquettish hum, her eyes blurred, and Tom allowed Tom to wash her clean.

After cleaning up, Tom carried the limp girl out of the tub.

Leaving the warm waters, the girl was a little nervous again. She hugged the boy's neck tightly, and squeezed her slender legs together.

"Please, please give me..."

Tom pulled a bath towel from the side shelf and wrapped Hermione around him like a burrito. At the same time, he also picked up Hermione's clothes on the shelf with great interest, and took them out of the bathroom with the girl's protest.

"Put it back! Put it back! Dirty!"

"I don't care about cleaning it!"

While laughing, the two returned to the bedroom.

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Four thousand words two in one, good night everyone, I wish you a good dream~

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