The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom looked at the glass of cocktail in front of him and did not rush to drink it. Instead, he picked up the glass, shook the glass gently, and watched the wine slowly swirl in the glass, coating the wall of the glass with a layer of hoarfrost.

"The sweetness of the sugarcane juice, the sourness of the lemon and the refreshingness of the mint complement the fiery heat of the rum, perfect score... Lemons are added twice to make the taste more layered, perfect score... The mint leaves after slap, the aroma It's more exciting, like the finishing touch, full marks... and your heart, one more point than full marks! This is a cocktail that surpasses full marks." Tom leaned against the table, holding Hermione's Good cocktail, looking at Hermione with some playfulness.

"But why did you insert two straws in the end?"

Ask knowingly.

Hermione's expression remained the same, and she answered naturally, "Prevent the crushed ice from clogging the straw."

Tom couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer. Infected by Tom's laughter, Hermione laughed too.

"There are too many people here, let's go out for a walk." Tom noticed that even though there was a grand party, he still received a lot of attention on his side, so he instinctively wanted to find a quieter and more private place place.

"Okay." Hermione also found that there were too many people here and it was not a good place to talk, so she agreed to Tom's request and the two left the auditorium together.

In the dark, some people who wanted to talk to Tom couldn't help frowning...

After Tom and Hermione walked out of the auditorium, they went straight to the less crowded place. After passing through several corridors, there was no one around.

There are many people who have the same choice as them. Tonight, many students have made the same choice: with the person they cannot miss, get out of the hustle and bustle and go to a quiet place where they will not be disturbed.

The moonlight shone through the window and onto the hallway floor, and Tom and Hermione cuddled by the window, watching the moon in the night sky.

"It's a pity it's not fifteen, the moon is not full enough." Tom took a sip of the mojito, feeling the cool and fiery taste.

"The incomplete moon also has its beauty, which is the so-called 'incomplete beauty', human beings like this kind of art, Venus with a broken arm, the goddess of victory... all of them are like this, because of the incompleteness, there are endless leftovers. I think if Venus's image is complete, it might not be so famous, and it is better to keep some mystery in many things. " Hermione explained to Tom seriously.

Tom smiled and didn't go any further on the topic.

"Your dress tonight is very beautiful, is it the dress you prepared earlier?" Tom looked at the seductive dress, and felt a little strange in his heart.

It's the feeling of your heart beating faster.

"Of course not," Hermione shook her head, "I bought it from London, and it was just sent to Hogwarts a few days ago."

Tom remembered that at breakfast a few days ago, Hermione had received a large package. When he asked her what it was, Hermione just laughed and didn't answer.

"So that's it... eh!" Just as Tom fell into memory, Hermione leaned over and took a sip of the mojito in Tom's cup through the straw.

"It tastes very good, and sure enough, I am very good at bartending!" Hermione laughed happily when the drink entered.

The degree of mojito cocktail is not high, but it can evoke a little girlish shy **** on the face, making the atmosphere ambiguous and passionate.

Tom and Hermione's drinking capacity was average, and after a few sips of mojito, they were already slightly drunk.

Hermione snuggled up in Tom's arms, wrapped in a pirate cloak, sipping a cocktail from her glass.

"Deceiving Kangxi"

The effects of alcohol prompted her to ask a question.

"I don't seem to know your birthday yet... so can you tell me?" Hermione was half lying in Tom's arms, her eyes narrowed.

"I don't have any birthday... If I had to choose one, the day I met you would be my birthday."

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't bear it any longer, and took the initiative to wrap her arms around Tom's neck and kissed it.

The lips parted for a long time, bringing up a sparkling silk thread that smelled of lime.

"I also know a lot of bartending techniques, do you want to try it?" Hermione sent an invitation, and Tom accepted it readily.

Where's a bartender at Hogwarts?

The two of them invariably thought of the Room of Requirement.

So when they pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, they saw a room decorated with a bar, directly opposite the bar, and behind the bar was a whole wall of wine.

"Perfect!" Hermione happily ran to the bar and quickly prepared a drink.

Cups of wine, glitzy or unpretentious, were brought out by Hermione and pushed in front of Tom.

In this way, the two of them soon became blurred. Later, Hermione simply sat next to Tom and taught him how to mix drinks.

The liquor starts in the bottle, then in the glass, and finally in the mouth. The container for the wine was a bottle at first~www.wuxiamtl.com~, then a cup, and finally a girl's cherry sip. The utensils for bartending have also been replaced from the special spoons for bartending to the tip of a girl's tongue.

at last……

"Hmm!" Hermione screamed, and was picked up by Tom's waist. The wine bottle on the bar was knocked over, but no one cared. Tom pushed on the wall, and a secret door appeared, and he walked in directly with Hermione in his arms.

Behind the secret door is a hut, with only a few candles exuding ambiguous light. There is a small single bed in the hut, which looks soft and comfortable.

Hermione's face was full of powder, perhaps because she was incapable of drinking, or because of this situation, the girl's face was flushed and her breathing was short. The girl's breath sprayed on Tom's neck, making him confused.

Tom put Hermione on the soft bed, grabbed the golden heel of her black-gray patterned ankle boots, pulled the boots off, and threw them to the ground with a thud. Below the booties are a pair of light blue socks that match the color of the dress.

Tom grabbed his soft slender feet and scratched twice, causing the **** the bed to twist. Then there was an overwhelmed moan from the cot, and Tom lay down on the soft bed.

The candlelight gradually dimmed, leaving space for the fiery couple, and pieces of fabric fell to the ground, either intact or broken...

...

In the early morning, the refreshing sunlight penetrated through the window of the hut and shone on the candlestick where the candles were burnt to ashes and only tears remained.

On the floor of the hut were piles of clothes, including pirate cloaks, gothic-style dresses, gold-bottomed and black-faced boots, and black velvet tights...

The surface of the bed in the hut was a little chaotic, and a couple of boys and girls were sleeping sweetly on it.

The golden sunlight fell on Tom's face, his eyelids moved, and the boy woke up.