The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Saturday, February 15th, Hogsmeade.

The temperature has begun to warm up in mid-February. When I wake up in the morning, the tip of my nose will not be red after being outside for a long time, and my breath will be cold to the depths of my brain. Some unknown small flowers sprouted from the roadside, mixed with daffodils, dotted with early spring colors.

The streets of Hogsmeade are crowded with little wizards who come to spend the weekend. Valentine's Day is over, but the little wizards of Hogwarts have moved their enthusiasm to today.

Honeydukes Candy Shop has a sign showing off its Valentine's Day specials, and Zog's Magic Joke Shop has launched several new Valentine's Day specials. From time to time, there would be fat golden angels throwing candies to people outside the door of Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse, with pink bows emitting a faint light.

Loren and Hermione walked side by side on the street. From time to time, salutes sounded, and colorful pieces of paper fell on their hair and shoulders.

Loren held a bag of glutinous rice cakes soaked in cocoa powder in his hand. His fingers were black from eating them, and there were some black spots around his lips. The glutinous pastries were sticky to his teeth, and he spoke a little unclearly:

"It's agreed that you will be my follower and play with me all day today. In the evening I will turn into a cat and play with you for two or two hours. You are not allowed to try to use human body transformation to turn me into a cat again."

"You have repeated it three times..."

Hermione rolled her eyes and held a large bag of candies and snacks bought for him.

After a day and night of calm, Hermione couldn't remember why she took the initiative to propose such a ridiculous agreement.

She regretted it when Loren first agreed.

Unable to think of a reasonable reason, Hermione attributed the reason to being once again carried away by emotions and lost her mind due to being fascinated by an unscrupulous little white cat: "Yesterday when I proposed to repent, you almost made me sign an unbreakable contract. The oath..."

"whee……"

Probably sensing that her reason had once again taken over the high ground, Loren picked up a chocolate rice cake and brought it to Hermione's mouth, comforting her: "Good boy, I'm here to serve you, try one."

The sweet aroma of cocoa powder rice cakes wafted into her nose, and Hermione's tone was a little helpless: "I have mandrake leaves in my mouth, so I can't eat this kind of thing."

"What a pity. I still want to kiss you with my tongue today..."

"!!"

Hermione's eyes widened in an instant, and two blushes quickly rose on her cheeks. Her dazed and shy look was so cute.

"You're joking, didn't you have a mandrake blade in your mouth?"

Loren finished eating the last piece of glutinous rice cake, sipped the cocoa powder on his fingertips, wiped it with a paper towel, then rubbed the wrapping paper and the paper towel used to wipe his hands, and threw them into the trash can at the door of the Three Broomsticks. inside.

Hermione shook her head to let the heat dissipate from her hot face, took a deep breath before following Loren into the Three Broomsticks.

As soon as she walked in, the warm air hit her face, mixed with the aroma of various fermented wines. Hermione sniffed and felt her cheeks feel warm again.

Valentine's Day for the residents of Hogsmeade ended yesterday, and it was only after eleven o'clock in the morning. Counting the time, the drinkers had just woken up from last night's hangover, so most of the guests in the bar were from Hogwarts. The little wizard seemed a little quiet.

The two of them found a small round table away from the bar and sat down. In addition to the obligatory butter beer, Loren also ordered violet water, orange sparkling wine and some other drinks with low alcohol content.

Hermione placed the snacks bought from Honeydukes Candy Shop on the small round table, together with the fish and chips and small cakes provided by the bar, this was their lunch today.

This is a common sight during event week. Many young wizards choose to have lunch at the Three Broomsticks. For couples, it is more suitable to go to Mrs. Puddieffe's Tea House, but Loren and Hermione are not used to the atmosphere there - people around are always chatting. They gnawed together while chatting, which looked a little scary.

The warm, salty and sweet butterbeer flowed into his stomach, and the warm feeling came back with the bubbles. Loren let out a long sigh of relief: "Obviously the Hogwarts kitchen can also make butterbeer. But I just feel that the Three Broomsticks tastes better.”

"..."

Hermione pointed at him, then pointed at his upper lip, indicating that there was a ring of hops there.

"Sorry..." Loren responded casually for his rude behavior. He first licked it with his tongue and made sure it couldn't be licked off before pulling off a tissue and wiping it off.

Because of the little incident just now, Hermione's eyes subconsciously followed his tongue in a circle, and then looked away awkwardly.

"Okay, now you can feed me lunch." Throwing the tissue for wiping his mouth into the trash can, Loren sat next to Hermione.

"Huh?!" Hermione's expression was full of disbelief.

"This is also part of the agreement. I sold myself in exchange for it. Can't I still enjoy it?" Luo Lun said confidently.

"..."

Hermione only felt that the psychological impact she received today was greater than she imagined, but when she thought that this person was Loren Morgan, she felt that this request seemed much more reasonable.

Who told me to agree?

Hermione sighed silently, picked up a French fries, dipped it in ketchup and brought it to his mouth.

"I don't want French fries, I want fish nuggets," Loren muttered.

Hermione turned her hand and put the fries into her mouth, chewed them viciously, took the fish nuggets and stuffed them into them.

What was more difficult than waiting for others to eat lunch was that he ate deliciously, but there were many things that Hermione couldn't eat herself - fried fish cubes for fear of bone spurs puncturing the mandrake leaves, sticky pastries for fear of sticking to the leaves...

After lunch, Hermione was exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Well……"

Loren saw Hermione's pursed lips, with an expression that almost showed grievance on her face, and a little guilt arose in her heart. In order to appease his conscience, he pondered for a moment: "I have an idea..."

Hermione raised her little face to look at him.

Loren held her face with a serious expression: "Open your mouth."

He actually wanted to kiss with tongue!

Hermione's eyes flashed with embarrassment, but driven by keeping her promise and some unspeakable impulse, Hermione held back her shame and opened her mouth slightly.

"Open wider," Loren demanded.

"!!"

Hermione clenched her fists and vowed to humiliate him like this when he turned into a kitten at night.

Let him act coquettishly, roll around, lie down and expose his belly!

Supported by the desire for revenge, Hermione opened her mouth resolutely and stared at him.

But she saw this person take out the wand and tap it gently towards her mouth. It was like soft jelly shaking in her mouth, slightly squeezing the inner wall of the left side of her mouth.

"Okay..." Loren retracted his wand and pinched Hermione's hot little face, "I have been thinking about using body transformation to create a small pocket in the mouth, containing mandrake leaves. It should be easier, like a hamster's cheek pouches."

"Cheek pouches?"

Hermione's expression was confused, as if she was a little confused.

She pressed her tongue against the inner wall of her mouth and found that there seemed to be some more lines there. The tip of her tongue pushed the blades over and took them in immediately.

In the mouth, the foreign body feeling of the mandrake leaves disappeared.

"..."

Hermione felt a little disappointed.

I caught the flu, and I feel dizzy from drinking water. I applied for a day off, and I will make up the remaining 2k tomorrow [Bow to the reader]