The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom: ?

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Is this girl still awake? He looked Hermione in the eyes, wondering if she was serious. But remembering the conversation that was interrupted at the Burrow that day, Tom felt that Hermione might have moved for real now!

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"I'm not joking, I'm serious." Hermione stepped into Tom's bedroom and closed the door with her backhand.

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As soon as the bedroom door was closed, the atmosphere became a little subtler. But Tom wasn't in the mood for ambiguity now, he was more concerned about Hermione's mental state.

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A child who loves learning so much, why did he suddenly drop out of school?

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Hermione sighed softly, and pulled Tom to sit down beside the bed together. After sitting down, Hermione didn't rush to explain, she stretched out her hands and pulled Tom's right hand over.

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She held Tom's hand, lowered her head and said nothing, just kept drawing circles in Tom's palm, as if she had caught a novel toy.

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Since we started dating, it was mostly Tom who held Hermione's hand, and it was rare that Hermione took the initiative to hold Tom's hand.

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After a moment of silence, Hermione finally summoned up the courage to tell Tom why she wanted to drop out of Hogwarts.

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"Tom, I've been thinking about this since the World Cup. The wizarding world has brought a different color to my life, and I will remember this beauty for the rest of my life... But Tom, I only realize the beauty behind it now. the price, do you understand?"

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Hermione squeezed Tom's hand tightly, "Dad, mom, and you are the most important people in the world. What should I do if you are gone one day?"

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Hermione's eyes filled with tears.

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"Let's move, Dad has a lot of friends in France, and we can settle in France - Paris, Caen, Marseille or Lyon," Hermione's eyes suddenly burst with anticipation, two tears from the corners of her eyes Squeezed out: "We can buy an apartment on the banks of the Seine, take a walk along the river in the morning, and go to the corner cafe to order a cup of coffee when we are tired. Of course, if you think the weather in Paris is bad, we can also go Settled in Marseille, where it is close to the Mediterranean Sea, with seafood, sun, sand…”

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It can be seen that what happened in the World Cup gave Hermione a lot of impact and made her want to quit.

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The British wizarding world is too dangerous! Hermione felt that just like the restless Germany in the 1930s, the British wizarding world was gradually becoming more and more popular. As a person at the bottom of the discrimination chain, are you prepared to stay and wait for death if you don't run at this time?

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With Hermione's conditions, she can live comfortably in the non-magical world - after three years of study, she is more than enough to control her own magic power.

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Not to mention, Hermione's proposal really made Tom's heart agitate. Although it is shameful to escape, it must be very comfortable! He also wanted to throw Voldemort on Dumbledore and go on vacation to France with Hermione.

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But is Voldemort the only way you can escape when you go to France? Did Karkaroff run far enough? what's the result? Seclusion or something, let's wait until Voldemort is eliminated.

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"You don't trust Dumbledore so much? With him and me, Voldemort can't make a fuss." Tom took a piece of tissue from the bedside and wiped the tears from Hermione's eyes.

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"Of course Dumbledore is reliable..." Hermione sneered, "but he's not that reliable."

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Reliable, but not entirely reliable, that's what Hermione thought of Dumbledore. She believed that in the fight against Voldemort, Dumbledore would eventually win, but she also understood that there would be a price to pay in the course of the fight.

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Hermione knew about the first wizarding war, and many people died in this war, such as Mrs. Weasley's brother Fabian and Gideon Prewett, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and many others suffered. Inhuman torture, such as Neville's parents, the Longbottoms. Although this war was won by the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic, the painful cost to these families could not be written off. What's even more disappointing is that many war criminals escaped punishment - more than once, in this World Cup parade, Hermione felt that no Death Eaters would be imprisoned in Azkaban.

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Therefore, Hermione did not want her family and lovers to be the price to pay. So she wanted to run, run away from Voldemort.

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Tom understood what Hermione meant, but he had a hard time agreeing with Hermione's thoughts. Do you really think that Voldemort's activity radius is limited to the British Isles?

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And according to the current power comparison, Tom feels that he has an advantage, so why not take advantage of his own advantage to solve the problem once and for all?

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Tom put a hand on Hermione's shoulder and took the insecure child into his arms.

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"How about I tell you a story?"

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"Okay." Hermione arched into Tom's arms, her boyfriend's embrace always gave her a sufficient sense of security.

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"A long, long time ago, there was a famous sage—of course he was not the protagonist of today's story—the sage offended a great warlord, the warlord sent someone to arrest him, and the sage said to the warlord's messenger: ' Can the guilt be limited to himself, and let his two sons save their lives?' His son said calmly: 'Have you ever seen an intact bird's egg under an overturned bird's nest?' Sure enough, after a while The order to arrest the two teenagers has also come down."

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Hermione was silent for a moment, then replied gluttonously, "This big warlord is really bad."

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"Do you know how the most painful defeat in this great warlord's life came about?"

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"How come?" Hermione gradually became interested.

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"It's still the story of that big warlord. In order to expand his sphere of influence, he decided to crusade against another small warlord, but the small warlord could not defeat it, so he surrendered..."

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Hermione opened her mouth slightly, trying to say something, but Tom took the lead and put his index finger on her lips, "When I'm done—"

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"After the little warlord surrendered, the big warlord refused to give up and took the little warlord's uncle's widow as his lover. The little warlord could not bear the humiliation, so he raised his troops to attack the big warlord at night, killing the most favored general of the big warlord and the one who planned to succeed him. The eldest son, the forces of the great warlord have fallen into internal conflict. Do you understand what I want to say?" Tom moved his index finger away.

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"But what happened to that little warlord in the end? The big warlord must hate him?"

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"Of course I hate it, but that little warlord at the end had a good death."

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Hermione:  …

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Tom's meaning is also very simple: if you strive for peace, you will survive, and if you compromise, you will die!

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For Voldemort, there is only one way to deal with it: cutting the grass and eradicating the roots. Voldemort is different from someone like Grindelwald. So one has to be immortal, and the other can live in isolation for decades in the castle.

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There is also a fundamental conflict of interest between Tom and Voldemort. Voldemort's attitude towards everyone is to threaten, decapitate, and accept him as a dog. Bella, Lucius, little Crouch, no matter how high their external status is, they are all Voldemort's dog legs. Tom doesn't want to be Voldemort's dog. If he must be a dog, Tom chooses...

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"As for the safety of father and mother, I have a suggestion: the Red Courage Loyalty Charm, have you heard of it?"

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"The Curse of Faithful Loyalty?" Hermione's face showed a puzzled look.

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"It's an extremely complex spell that can magically hide someone's secret forever in the soul of a living person. That secret is hidden in the keeper's heart and will never be discovered unless the keeper voluntarily leaks it. We can Ask Dumbledore to cast a Faithful Charm on this house, and you will be the keeper." Tom gave a seemingly very reliable suggestion.

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In fact, the Cleavage Loyalty Charm looks very powerful, but it's actually a bit tasteless. Because after casting a spell on the house, although the house was nowhere to be found, the place of work could still be found. So it can only play a certain protective role, but it is enough.

"Will Professor Dumbledore help us cast the Faithful Charm?" Hermione was a little worried when she heard "very complicated". Professor Dumbledore was a busy person and would not necessarily cast a spell on her family.

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"Of course!" Tom showed a smile on the corner of his mouth. "He has asked me recently."

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Tom didn't lie. At this point in time, Tom's poke value can be said to be full. Even if he went to Gringotts to mortgage Hogwarts, Dumbledore could bear it. Of course, preaching after the fact is inevitable.

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"Then... shall we continue to go to Hogwarts?" After repeated persuasion, Hermione's determination had been shaken.

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"Go, the mysterious man won't be dancing for long."

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Hermione nodded, "Alright then, let me have a look at the letter from the school."

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"Think about it, don't drop out of school?"

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"Um."

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After getting Hermione's affirmative answer, Tom handed the letter to Hermione.

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"The textbooks haven't changed much. The spell class requires "Standard Spells Level 4", and consumables such as parchment paper also need to be supplemented... Dress robes, what is this?"

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Hermione noticed the most prominent item on the list.

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"We need to go to Diagon Alley to pick up two robes." Tom hated going to the store the most, but there was nothing he could do, he had to get one.

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Hermione rolled her eyes on Tom, "Maybe you don't need to go to Diagon Alley to buy—"

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"Yes!" Tom slapped his hand, "We can find a tailor in London..."

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Hermione shook her head.

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"I can try to make one for you myself."

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Tom: ! ?

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"When did you learn tailoring?"

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"I learned it while working part-time at Diagon Alley a few days ago..." Hermione's eyes flickered.

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"So you've never tried to make clothes before, right?" Tom's expression became solemn.

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"Um."

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Tom felt that Hermione's decision was very unreliable.

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"The big deal is to order you a robe in advance at the tailor shop."

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Eventually, Hermione relented, allowing Tom to do both.

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"That's good..." Tom breathed a sigh of relief, he really couldn't trust Hermione's beginner level.

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"By the way, Tom, shall we do it now?"

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Tom: ?

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Do? doing what? Hermione's words confused Tom for a moment.

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"Measure your body size, send the data directly to the tailor, and the clothes will be made faster."

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Tom thought about it for a while and felt that it seemed to make sense. As the so-called tailor-made clothes, clothes made according to the body size must be very suitable, but there seems to be something wrong...

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Wait, for him, the point of tailoring is not "tailoring" at all, but "measurement"! Is he going to measure Hermione's body measurements? !

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Tom's face flushed instantly.

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"This...is this good? Isn't it...inconvenient? And if you're measuring...that should be measured too, right?"

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Hermione tilted her head, saying that it's all trivial matters, and it's just right for you to measure it.

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"That's right, it's very convenient now..." Hermione didn't think too much, the pressure that had been entrenched in her heart all night suddenly dissipated, and she just wanted to find a way to relax now. So she unbuttoned the white nightgown one by one, revealing her snow-white skin.

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The nightgown fell to the ground, and the tender carcass as white as a peeled boiled egg was exposed in front of Tom. The black fabric made the complexion even whiter, and the black silk briefs below did not use too much fabric, just simple Covering the triangular area, two ropes play an important supporting role, defying gravity with the help of a bow.

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Tom's breathing became heavier.

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"Why are you standing still? Come and measure the data." Hermione smiled at Tom and closed her eyes.

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Tom awkwardly took out the tape measure from the drawer, trying to calm himself down so that he could concentrate on measuring the data.

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Gollum.

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Tom swallowed and walked behind Hermione. The girl's white and flawless back was completely exposed to his eyes. Except for the neck, which was partially covered by a bow-tie belt, the rest of the place was unobstructed.

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Tom could see her shoulders shaking slightly, and he could see the fine fluff on the surface of her skin.

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Tom was silent for a long time.

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"Do you usually... also wear this way?"

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Hermione nodded.

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"Come on, there are still many things to measure later."

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Tom unfolded the tape measure and put it on Hermione's shoulder.

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The shoulder width measurement was successful.

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Tom heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had completed an incredible battle. Although he and Hermione had kissed, it was the first time this contact.

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"The test is done? There are a lot of other things to test next." Hermione smiled at Tom, who made Tom's heart beat, and the deer rammed.

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"What else?" Tom stabilized his mind and looked at Hermione.

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"Can you help me measure the size of my feet together? I also want to customize a pair of shoes." Hermione sat on her seat and raised Erlang's legs. Under the action of gravity, the slippers left the soles of the feet~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and hung in the air, shaking with Hermione's movements.

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Tom: "Really... do you need me to test?"

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Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Looking at you, don't you want to?"

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"Think!" Tom blurted out, cutting himself off.

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Hermione smiled slightly - this is really decompressing!

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"Then... come on!" Hermione had a smile on her face and raised her toes.

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With the two-in-one chapter, I wish everyone a successful exam.

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Thanks to the leader of Chen Yi sain, I will find a way to add more! (Will I also write a college entrance examination composition for you?)

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－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

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push a book

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The title of the book is "Spirit: I Really Can Guide the Power"

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Introduction: Leo Lu, who Su Luo had raised for more than half a year, ran away with others!

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Um? You say it can make Leoru understand the power of the waveguide?

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"Hehe, don't you know that the Jenny Turtle can also master the power of the waveguide?!" Su Luo, who had traveled through his own mechanical pan, dismissed it. . . . . .

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Want me to help?

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Sorry, it's late!

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