The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Hearing Dumbledore's request, Hagrid was stunned for a moment.

"giant?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded and looked at Hagrid with encouraging eyes.

Hagrid realized that if the task was to find the legendary giant, then he was indeed the best candidate.

"I will also convince Madame Maxime to let her go with you after the semester. She is French and is more familiar with the local situation."

Hearing what Dumbledore said, Hagrid's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Really? I can really be with her..."

"Of course," Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "But I suggest you make good preparations first, such as adjusting your state -"

"Okay, no problem!" Hagrid was greatly encouraged and naturally agreed to Dumbledore's request.

But after the excitement subsided, Hagrid was a little confused.

"Professor Dumbledore, why do you want me to look for giants who may have become extinct? As far as I know, they are cruel and murderous, and are not tolerated by the mainstream magical community..."

"If you can't be friends, don't be enemies either." Dumbledore said meaningfully. In his plan, Hagrid's task was to appease the giants and prevent them from falling to Voldemort's side.

Regarding the movements of the Ministry of Magic in Japan, Dumbledore was keenly aware that Voldemort was contacting forces that might support him, so he could not just sit back and interfere with the other party as much as possible.

Hagrid and Maxim were the first cards he played.

"Professor, how should we deal with the Japanese? We can't let them enter Hogwarts in a big way, right? I don't believe they are here to watch the game." After Hagrid's matter was settled, Tom felt it was necessary to remind Dumbledore, Let him be more vigilant against the Japanese.

Dumbledore did not rush to answer Tom, but took a sip of tea.

"professor--"

"Yordle, we don't have a good reason to say no, do we?"

The disgusting thing about the Japanese is that they applied through official channels, and agreeing to them would lead to a wolf entering the house, while refusing them would cause a diplomatic incident.

"Professor, Hogwarts is Hogwarts, not the Ministry of Magic. We can completely ignore them."

After listening to Tom's words, Dumbledore smiled, "Yordle, your way of thinking is still too simple. Hogwarts is not only a Hogwarts for teachers and students."

He sighed, "Nine out of ten things in life are going to be unsatisfactory."

This is the trouble that decent people have. If there was an order from the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, a lawful man, would hardly refuse.

"Professor, you will regret it."

"Tom, I am the principal."

Hermione quietly tugged on Tom's sleeve, and Tom shut his mouth.

Yes, he is the principal, so what should he worry about?

"Just be prepared." He silently enjoyed the tea on the table.

There was a brief silence in Hagrid's hut.

Looking at Tom taking a sip of tea and snacks, Dumbledore sighed secretly in his heart. The magic world now has the final say, but the future must belong to them.

But what should I say about this guy Tom? To put it nicely, it is called indifferent, and to put it badly, it is called coolness. Just look at his attitude towards the Ministry of Magic. This guy has no authority in his eyes. In Tom's mind, there is actually no difference between the Minister of Magic and ordinary wizards...

The restraint of secular rules on him is really limited. When he is here, Tom will still give him some face. Who can control him after he is gone?

Don't tell me, it really does exist.

Dumbledore glanced at Hermione who was holding a cup of hot tea blankly.

Little girl, the future of the magical world depends on you!

Dumbledore suddenly felt that the problem was not that big. If Hermione became the Minister of Magic, then Tom would definitely obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic, right?

Dare you disobey orders? The Minister of Magic will come home to deal with you tonight!

Sure enough, love is the most powerful magic. Dumbledore sighed in his heart.

Tom watched with cold eyes. His instinct told him that Dumbledore seemed to be trying to get his Hermione again. This bad old man was very bad.

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore." When the tea and snacks were almost finished, Dumbledore stood up.

"Hagrid, I hope to see you in the auditorium today or tomorrow. Mrs. Maxim even asked me about your condition. Your departure has made many people worried."

Dumbledore scratched Fang's ears and left Hagrid's hut. As soon as Dumbledore closed the door, Hagrid burst into tears.

These days, he is really under a lot of pressure. There are as many voices against him as there are voices that want him to stay.

Hermione patted Hagrid's arm soothingly.

"Everything will pass, don't worry too much about it..."

"People are not golden galleons, so they cannot be loved by everyone." Tom also gave him a few words of advice.

Hagrid stopped crying a little, took out a photo with his father from the closet, and rambled on about his youthful story to Tom and Hermione.

"My mother left when I was very young. I grew up with my father, but my father also passed away when I was in the second grade... At least he didn't see me being expelled from school... After my father died, Dumble Lido has always taken good care of me, and he also found me the job of gamekeeper..."

"Before you, was there a gamekeeper at Hogwarts?" Hermione curled up her legs on the stool, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, looking like she was ready to listen to the story. .

Seeing Tom's eyes on her feet, she felt a little embarrassed: it was rude to step on someone else's stool while wearing shoes, so she quietly took off her shoes, then crossed her legs and listened to Hagrid's story. .

"Of course." Hagrid nodded. His full title is Keykeeper and Gamekeeper. He is responsible for looking after the school grounds and ensuring the security of Hogwarts Castle.

"Before me, there was Mr. Ogg, but he retired in the 1960s. This was a tiring job, and it was quite dangerous to be responsible for the affairs in the Forbidden Forest."

Speaking of this, Hagrid couldn't help but complain: "You little devils are really busy with your free time. You think about sneaking into the Forbidden Forest every day——"

"Don't generalize, that's Fred and George." Tom shook his head. Forbidden forest? He's too lazy to go. Doesn't he have a lot of free time at night?

You know, the little wizards have many classes during the day. If they really want to sneak into the Forbidden Forest, I'm afraid they can only go at night or during lunch time. Moreover, even Fred and George did not often enter the Forbidden Forest because the Forbidden Forest was indeed dangerous.

After reminiscing about his childhood, Hagrid and the two of them started chatting casually. By the time they left Hagrid's hut, it was almost dark outside.

"How are you feeling?" After leaving the door, Tom looked at Hermione with concern. He had just noticed that when she was in the hut, Hermione didn't touch the snacks at all and was just holding a cup of hot tea.

"Feeling a bit tired."

"Then let's go back and have a good rest, go to the auditorium to get some food and then find a place to take a hot bath?"

Hermione glanced at Tom. She could see through his little thoughts. But the sun has set, so it doesn’t count as white sun, right?

Hermione didn't mean to expose Tom, she just held Tom's arm with a slightly red face, and nodded.

So not long after, the two appeared together in front of the Room of Requirement.

Familiar place, familiar layout, familiar people.

This is a small world that only belongs to two people.

After entering the room, Hermione took off her wizard robe, revealing the dark knitted sweater underneath.

"Well -" She jumped onto the bed and lay on it comfortably.

"I always feel that this place is more comfortable than the rest room..." She said lazily: "Tom, I'm tired~"

"This is not a dormitory. You don't need to worry about the existence of roommates, so you can feel more comfortable." Tom walked to the bed and held Hermione's ankle.

"Don't lie down on the bed with your shoes on." As he said this, he took off the black leather shoes on Hermione's feet, revealing a pair of feet wearing black stockings.

Hermione lay on the bed and let Tom move around.

But what she didn't expect was that after taking off her shoes, she smelled a vague smell...

The combination of the black stockings, the pair of leather student shoes, and a day's walking created a subtle change.

Tom turned and walked into the bathroom.

Hermione:!

She turned over and sat up, took off the stockings from her feet, took them to her nose and sniffed them carefully, and then her face suddenly turned red. Hermione now transformed into the Steam Queen, her face flushed with embarrassment.

ah! ! ! How could I face Tom? ! The voice echoed in her head.

Since their relationship, although the two have met frankly several times, Hermione has always tried hard to maintain the ladylike image of a rich daughter. But today she was a little careless.

Hermione was even seriously considering the feasibility of using a forgetting spell to modify Tom's memory, to change his memory and let him remember that the beautiful girl's jiojio smells good!

Just then, Tom came out of the bathroom holding a basin. Hermione quickly balled up her socks and hid them, pretending that nothing happened.

"Come on, soaking your feet can speed up the blood flow..."

Soaking your feet before going to bed can expand blood vessels in the feet, promote blood circulation in the lower limbs, accelerate metabolism, relieve fatigue, and reduce stress at work and life. It can also stimulate the peripheral nerves in the feet, inhibit the cerebral cortex, and reduce cerebral blood flow, thereby helping to fall asleep, improve sleep quality, and improve the symptoms of insomnia.

It's definitely not that Tom dislikes Hermione.

Tom gave Hermione some information on the benefits of soaking her feet before going to bed, and then helped Hermione soak her feet in it.

"hiss--"

The water temperature was a bit high, and Hermione couldn't help but take a breath, but after a while, after getting used to it, she felt comfortable again.

She didn't know whether it was from heat or embarrassment, but Hermione's face was flushed with fine beads of sweat.

She didn't dare look into Tom's eyes, just staring at her toes.

In the mist, you can see two white and red feet swaying slightly in the water.

I wonder if he smelled it just now...probably not?

Hermione began to lie to herself.

At this time, Tom put his hand into the basin and carefully rubbed those cute feet.

Even though there was physical contact, Hermione still blushed.

"I-I can do it myself!"

Tom ignored it and just gently squeezed Hermione's feet. Sometimes, when Hermione accidentally touches a sensitive place, her body will tremble slightly. But Tom was right in front of her, and she still wanted to put on airs, so she tried to control herself and try not to look weird.

This little gesture couldn't escape Tom's eyes, but he didn't point it out, he just massaged it.

"Tired?" Tom asked casually.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded, "These new shoes...are a bit harsh on my feet."

"It won't wear out after wearing it for a few more days. By the way, where are your high heels? Why did I see you wearing them just once..." Tom thought of the pair of Valentino that Hermione wore that night at the prom, and felt a little impetuous.

Those shoes are pretty good-looking, and wearing them on Hermione... increases her attack speed.

"That pair, that pair is more tiring to wear." Hermione also remembered that she bought those high heels after reading the guide. It is said that after wearing them, you can quickly attack boys, so they are called quick-attack shoes.

One thing is for sure, Tom couldn't put it down.

However, there is a price to pay for wearing fast attack shoes. Its straps and rivets not only make people's blood rush, but also make girls extremely painful and even cause bleeding.

Hermione has personally practiced the saying that every pair of Valentino needs to be recognized with blood. So after that day, Hermione put the shoes away.

"I see." Tom didn't know the price behind beauty. He was just a little regretful that he couldn't see such beautiful shoes.

With a splash, Tom lifted Hermione's feet from the basin.

Her beautiful feet turned red after being soaked in hot water. Drops of water slipped from between her toes and dripped on the water in the basin.

Leaving the warm water, Hermione couldn't help but curl up her toes, as if she was shy.

Tom took a towel and wiped Hermione's feet. Just as he was about to pour the water away, Hermione jumped up, grabbed the basin, and ran into the bathroom quickly.

This posture is as if he is afraid that Tom will drink secretly.

Hermione rushed into the bathroom, took her stockings out of her pocket, threw them into the basin, and at the same time hid in the bathtub and took a bath.

Half an hour later, Hermione lay back on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe.

Not to mention, taking a bath can indeed relieve fatigue.

Tom hugged Hermione, who was becoming more fragrant, and watched her huddle in his arms, with a happy smile on her face.

He put his hands into the bathrobe, rubbed the smooth skin, and massaged Hermione to relieve her fatigue.

At this time, there were no distracting thoughts in Tom's mind, only his love for Hermione.

Under Tom's touch, Hermione gradually fell asleep. Tom covered Hermione with the quilt, then stood up from the bed and got dressed.

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Two chapters in one of four thousand words, good night!

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