Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Christmas for 1 person? (Edited)
"Finally, the two evil spirits were purified by me and peace was restored to Hogwarts." Tom had gone to great lengths to trim and cleverly manipulate his experience, finally managing to make it "harmonious" enough that he wasn't invited to Dumbledore's office for tea after class.
"So, Professor, you burned down the Ravenclaw common room?". asked one of the Ravenclaw students suddenly, raising his hand.
Tom: "..."
That's it, no hiding!
Although Flitwick and Professor Dumbledore had worked together to restore the common room to its original state, the young wizards were not stupid, if the decorations could be restored, could all the other objects be restored? Not to mention the fact that the restored items might not be in the same place...
Professor Lockhart just said that he was "fishing" in the Ravenclaw Common Room, and that he purified two evil spirits with fire.
It was easy to deduce that "Professor Lockhart had set fire to the common room."
Tom thought about it for a moment and opted to lie down and surrender: anyway, he had set fire to my house for a just cause, it was called "for the greater good", and what did Tom Yodel care when it was Lockhart who set fire to the common room?
He was in the hospital!
Tom confessed his actions.
He thought the young Ravenclaw wizard would be a little upset: he had burned down his common room!
As a result, it took him two days to realize he was thinking too much! According to statistics, in that fire, the little Ravenclaw wizards suffered great losses, and almost all of their multi-subject homework was burned!
Tom was speechless at the madness of the blackmail, but what happened to all the academically inclined students in Eagle House? Why are they all so smart? It seems to be a problem common to all students.
So, Headmaster Dumbledore gained a peaceful Hogwarts, Tom gained prestige, and the Ravenclaw wizards gained the privilege of a week's worth of late homework: homework was over, Snape would rather eat all the death anniversary food than forgive students their homework. The other three Houses managed to eat and reap their rewards, except for Professor Flitwick, who had his common room burned down.....
Congratulations!
The furor over the Chamber of Secrets, the Horcruxes, and the indiscriminate attacks on the... was finally over, and before anyone's interest had died down, Christmas came quietly. The school seemed to empty in a jiffy and, although the school was safe, a large number of students returned home as planned.
Hermione, naturally, did not stay at school, she packed her bags early in the morning and left on the Hogwarts Express. Tom, on the other hand, was left alone at Hogwarts.
He had nowhere to go!
Tom wondered if it was because he hadn't taken Hermione to London with him that night that Miss Granger had been so cold to him the last few days, hadn't even asked him where he was going for Christmas.
And he was embarrassed to ask her! What was the point of intruding on the Granger family Christmas? I was a little embarrassed to ask, so I didn't dare say anything until Hermione was on the train....
As a result, Tom has nowhere to go for Christmas.
But the good news is that the four deans of the college and Headmaster Dumbledore are in the same situation as him. Even though they all have places they want to go, they have to stay at the school because there are still some students who haven't left. With students in the school, both the Dean and the Headmaster had to stay.
The night sky was beautiful on Christmas Eve. There were no clouds in the sky, the moon was out and the stars were shining. Hundreds of billions of stars converged in a sea of stars in a black sky, and the moonlight did not rob them of their brilliance, but only cast a yellowish tinge on the sea of stars.
The vastness of the universe and the insignificance of humanity balanced each other in an extreme way at that moment.
Tom was small, even the earth beneath his feet was as small as a speck of dust against this sea of stars. Every bright spot in the sea of stars was a star as big as the sun, or much bigger than the sun. These stars were shining hundreds or thousands of light years away. They may no longer be there when Tom sees them.
But at this moment, those stars, or proof of their existence, had come together to form that sea of stars, which Tom could have touched if he had stood on his tiptoes.
Tom looked at it and thought, I wonder if the people who were enjoying their time with their families were also looking at this sea of stars?
Tom was alone in the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower, counting the stars. The night breeze was blowing, a bit cool for December, and Tom adjusted his robes slightly.
"I wonder what Hermione's doing." The figure of the girl popped into Tom's mind uncontrollably, could she be pushing the door open with a garbage bag, like the first time he had seen her?
"Hey."
"My name is not Hey, my name is Tom, Tom Yodel" The tone was so familiar that Tom unconsciously gave his real name and the words that came to mind.
But he immediately realized what the problem was and turned around, ready to use the dememorizing Charm to solve the problem.
But when he saw the familiar figure, he relaxed.
Tom hadn't expected it to be Hermione coming.
Hermione had draped her hair over her shoulders, and it looked like she had once again used her magic to tame her unruly mane and make it rest on her shoulders. Instead of her usual wizarding robes, she chose a black trench coat with a waistband that fell behind her slender waist. The trench coat matched her brown, slightly curly hair.
Underneath, she wore black, velvet stockings, which framed her long, slender legs and had a very fine, milk mousse-like texture. The velvet stockings were not as sheer as nylon or silk core stockings, and were sheer, with a hint of flesh visible in the black tube. She wore black lambskin boots on her feet, which stretched smoothly over her calves without looking bulky.
Hermione's outfit looked very elegant. The velvet stockings had a soft, lazy air about them, and matched with mid-calf length lambskin boots, like a little wildcat. She lifted her hand to run it through her wind-blown hair, revealing a mechanical watch with a slightly larger dial and a more sophisticated feel.
"Why are you freezing in this cold? My professor." said Hermione, smiling like a flower bathed in starlight.
Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Tom, my legs are cold (Edited)
Tom was surprised to see Hermione in the Astronomy tower, "Hermione, what are you... Didn't you take the train home?" He said astonished, and at the same time regained his appearance.
He didn't like talking to Hermione with other people's faces.
"I changed my mind before the train left." Hermione bowed her head, hands behind her back. She put her left foot behind her right calf, tapped the ground with her toes, and gently tapped the floor.
"A bit of a surprise, isn't it?"
Tom nodded.
Hermione lowered her head, her body shaking slightly, and stopped talking to Tom, merely rubbing her toes against the floor left and right.
"Aren't you... cold?" Tom's brain was finally responding, but he said something that stunned Hermione.
On a December night, even velvet, the warmest material for stockings, was no match for the cold winds of the Scottish Highlands. Although it is said that "fresh milk should be kept warm and ham should be refrigerated," but it was still too cold.
"Cold!" He raised his head and said pitifully, "It's too cold today!".
Tom ran into the astronomy classroom in two steps, closed the door to the rooftop and lit the fireplace. Hermione and he sat with their backs to the fire.
"Tom, my legs are cold!" Hermione sat very close to Tom, rubbing her little legs against him.
A blush appeared on her face as she said this, and Tom looked down, not knowing what to reply.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment. They were so close together that Tom could smell a cold, icy scent, the smell of Hermione's body mixed with the cold winter wind, and he wondered how long she had been standing outside. He looked at the delicate velvet, the faint tinge of flesh beneath the rounded curves, and was sure it would feel good to the touch.
"Hermione..."
"Hmm?"
"I... I, I can place a spell on your socks to protect you from the cold, so you won't be cold" Tom hesitated, some of the words on his lips subtly shifting and finally becoming these words.
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
Tom pushed his wand against Hermione's thigh, who flinched slightly when the tip touched her, but soon regained her composure and allowed Tom's wand to run up and down her leg.
The moment the rune was carved, Tom breathed a sigh of relief: it had been difficult to concentrate on carving this time.
Tom conjured up a ribbon, which consisted of hollow squares with a white rose made of magical silver inlaid.
He wrapped the ribbon around Hermione's leg to make a leg ring, which formed a whole with the runes on the stockings. The moment the leg ring was connected from one end to the other, Hermione felt a warm current flowing from the leg ring, along her thigh, flowing down her calf and toes, and at the same time flowing into her crotch and extending to the other leg.
Hermione's legs were warm, as if the autumn sun was shining on them, and it felt as if her lover's hands were caressing them.
She smiled.
"It's so warm," she said, shifting in her chair, "And so pretty."
"Yes, it's beautiful." Tom echoed.
"Come on, let's go back to London."
"All right."
As for how to get back, that was no easy task for Tom.
Tom got up from his chair and prepared to go to London with Hermione. Tom took a step and Hermione followed, Tom took a step and Hermione followed, following in his footsteps. Tom stopped short and grasped Hermione's hand, his fingertips were cool and slightly damp.
Slender, slender and cold.
The two held hands tightly, standing together on the roof of the astronomy tower, feeling the strong wind blowing towards them.
"In this weather, riding a broom is torture." Tom opened his mouth and was greeted with a cold breeze.
"There's one of those brooms that keeps the wind and rain out!" shouted Hermione, before the wind blew her voice away.
"But I still choose the phoenix." A golden flame erupted from Tom and he transformed into a beautiful golden-red bird and, after making sure Hermione grabbed him by the tail, Tom flew into the air and flew to London.
In winter weather, the Flú net and phoenixes are the best way to travel long distances. The phoenix's fire was effective in warding off the cold and wind. However, in theory, the only fireplace at Hogwarts that is connected to the Flú net is in the Headmaster's office....
Although Tom felt he wouldn't meet Dumbledore if he went to the Headmaster's office now, he still didn't go there to use the Flú Net: Tom's hunch was right, the Headmaster's office was empty now, and no one knew where Dumbledore had gone.
The Phoenix flew down an empty alleyway on the outskirts of London. After landing safely, Tom regained his form, grabbed Hermione's hand and walked down the street.
Strolling through the streets of London with Hermione, he didn't stop until all the lights went out.
Hermione held Tom's sleeve and Tom put his hands in his trouser pockets until he walked to the end of the road.
...
The closer he got to Hermione's house, the more nervous Tom became.
Hermione saw Tom's emotions and gripped his hand a little tighter, feeling the strength he often gave off, Tom looked at Hermione.
"Don't worry, they were looking forward to having you back too, mom said this would always be your home," Hermione said with a smile, "And dad said instead of inviting the other wizarding children, to invite Tom, we all have similar habits and we all know each other well.... He's not used to dealing with wizards."
Hearing what Hermione said, Tom was a little relieved.
Tom was back in front of the familiar street, the familiar fence, the familiar house. It was strange, though, that the lights were off in Hermione's house on a night when all the houses were lit up.
The sticky note on the door answered Tom's question.
"An appointment with a client?" Hermione was stunned, "Today is Christmas Eve, how could Mom and Dad go to the clinic?"
Hermione's parents were dentists and had their own practice, so they didn't get to work late on Christmas Day. But, unfortunately, an old friend of theirs had a toothache today-a toothache is not a disease, but it is a pain-and she had no choice but to ask the Grangers to come and see him.
Mr. Granger and his friend were close friends, and he had no objection to seeing his friend, so he went off with his wife, leaving Hermione with this note and a good Halloween dinner.
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