Chapter 360 Another Win-Win Situation!

The movie was over, and the projector projected chaotic and mottled circular light spots on the screen, which were so shadowy that it was difficult to see clearly.

Recalling Loren's words, Hermione was vaguely aware of some crux, regarding racial conflicts and integration of education, but she couldn't see it as clearly as the image on the projector...

But some thoughts did not waver, and Hermione silently made up her mind.

Like a lazy kitten, Hermione felt the warmth from the palm of her head. She leaned forward slightly and pressed her head against Loren's abdomen. She put her arms around his waist and took a deep breath. One breath.

"..."

Probably due to the post-traumatic stress disorder after transforming into a cat, Loren always felt like her movements were like sucking a cat.

As if she had gained some strength through this ritual, Hermione became more energetic, slowly relaxed her muscles, and breathed out the depression in her chest. The girl's breath passed through her clothes and hit the soft flesh of her abdomen, making it wet and hot.

"Loren..."

"Um?"

"Can you turn into a cat and comfort me?"

"Don't even think about it!"

…

On the night of the first full moon in 1994, in the open space on the edge of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

The werewolf Lupine used his sharp claws to open the stopper of the crystal bottle, carefully brought the mouth of the bottle to the front of the slender wolf's mouth, pursed his lips and put the mandrake leaves and some saliva into the bottle, pointing his thumb and Put the prepared hair, a teaspoon of dew and the pupa of the grimace hawkmoth into the crystal bottle with your index finger (or thumb and forefinger), and fasten the cork.

After doing all this, the werewolf Lupine, Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall who were watching beside him breathed a sigh of relief.

Letting the werewolf's body do such delicate things, the scene seemed a bit thrilling. They were worried, fearing that Lupine would accidentally crush the crystal bottle.

"Okay, now go to the forest and find a place where no one will find you, and hide the secret medicine." Professor McGonagall said.

The werewolf Lupine grinned. He did not have a lot of time to leisurely trial and error like the little wizard. In order to pursue safety, he had almost been eating liquid food for the past month, and now he finally got rid of the shackles of the mandrake blades. No one is happier than him.

Nodding to several people, the werewolf Lupine tensed his leg muscles and headed towards the forest, jumping between tree trunks and boulders, and disappeared from the sight of the three.

"It looks really cool...and it's so fast. If he transforms in a wizard duel, even the magic spells can't catch him..." Ron looked a little stunned, "I kind of want to turn into a werewolf." "

"Stop talking nonsense, Weasley!" Professor McGonagall glared at him sternly, "Werewolves can only transform on a full moon night, and they will lose their minds and will not avoid the curse when they see it."

"Oh, I got it, Professor McGonagall..." Ron responded on the surface, curling his lips and muttering in a low voice that only he and Harry could hear, "Isn't there a Wolfsbane potion..."

Harry quietly looked away and wisely ignored Ron. For a few seconds, he had had similar thoughts.

"It will still be some time before Remus comes back..." Professor McGonagall glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest for a few times, then looked back at the two of them, "You can also start the first step of the ceremony. There is Mandrake. Really? I have a few tablets here..."

"Some, some."

"Loren gave us some when he and Hermione went back to school a few days ago."

Harry and Ron replied hurriedly, each taking the mandrake blades into their mouths.

…

"Frank, Frank!" the rude shout of the old lady Augusta came from the kitchen of Longbottom's old house, "Are you going to play the boring game of jumping off the stairs with Neville until dawn!"

"Of course not, my dear mother!" cried Frank Longbottom.

"Then come and bring the stew I made to the table!"

Neville raised his head and looked at his father, with a satisfied smile on his face. Frank was taking him to play a traditional Gryffindor game. The player jumped from the third floor and had to wave his wand and use it in time before breaking his leg. Cast a floating spell or a shock absorbing spell.

Frank said that this was the most popular game in Gryffindor when he was in school. At that time, they all jumped from the window of Gryffindor Tower. Neville had never heard of this game at all, probably because when he entered school The Gryffindor Tower windows have been made smaller.

Frank closed the attic window and winked at Neville and whispered: "She always felt that the food she cooked was different from that of the house elves. It contained full love for her family, so she always had to personally cook it when her family got together. Cooking…that’s a really bad habit.”

Frank paused: "If you ask me, if there is any difference, it is that the food made by the elves is more delicious."

Neville couldn't help but laugh.

Fortunately, the chefs today are Alice and Aunt Aine, and Augusta is just helping out. The atmosphere at the table is more lively than the Christmas dinner, because Frank is on duty at the Ministry of Magic on Christmas night.

"That's what it looks like!" Uncle Algie, who had drank six or seven glasses of Scotch whiskey in a row, turned red, slapped Frank on the shoulder and said roughly,

"Aurors, Aurors, you know Aurors. After being locked up in the hospital for so long, they still look the same when they come out. They won't come back to spend Christmas with their families... If it weren't for the sake of Neville and Alice, I really want to take care of myself. Beat you up!"

Frank had to endure the pain and laugh.

Neville looked at his father with some worry. Uncle Algie would really beat him when he said he would. When he was very young, Uncle Algie was able to push him off the pier in order to test his magical talent... Even though he almost drowned that time, it did not affect Uncle Algie's later throwing him into the attic.

In short, Uncle Algie would do anything when he drank.

"Don't worry about them, little Neville..." Alice saw that Neville's chin was stained with oil, she took a handkerchief and gently wiped it off for him, then pinched his cheek, "Eat more, look, you're here Everyone in school has lost weight.”

Neville's face turned slightly red. He was already a third-year wizard, but his mother had always treated him as a child after she woke up... and he thought it would be better if he was thinner.

Old Lady Longbottom looked at them with a smile. This was the scene she had always expected to see. She thought silently in her heart that she would be satisfied even if she died now.

"There will be the Quidditch World Cup next summer..." Uncle Algie drank another glass of whiskey and squeezed Frank's shoulders hard, "Take Neville to have some fun. You three as a family haven't traveled together yet!"

"Next summer..." Frank grinned in pain, "The Quidditch World Cup requires a lot of manpower to maintain order. I can apply - ah, it hurts!"

"Don't think about those bullshit jobs of yours!" Uncle Algie said with a little force, "Take Neville and Alice to have some fun, okay?"

"I understand!" Frank agreed hurriedly, taking advantage of the break when he was drinking to free his shoulders. While looking at Aguirre's expression, he said tentatively, "There will be an International Wizarding Federation next summer. When the World Cup starts, Before...Alice and I can go to the United States first to track down Bella——"

"Damn you!" Algie laughed angrily and reached out to beat him——

Old Mrs. Longbottom, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Let them go!"

The lively and cheerful atmosphere of the dinner suddenly stagnated, and everyone at the table looked towards Mrs. Longbottom.

"The majesty of the Longbottom family cannot be violated!"

"Last time, she used her strength in numbers to launch a sneak attack..."

"That damn crazy woman dared to persecute Frank and Alice, she needs to pay for it!"

Mrs. Longbottom's eyes roamed the faces of everyone at the table for a week. Even Algie, who was dizzy from alcohol, did not dare to look at her: "Am I clear enough?"

"Yes!"

Frank and Alice replied solemnly.

The ceramic dinner plate was white and pure, and the silver knives and forks reflected the metallic luster. Neville pursed his lips and looked forward, the candle in the boy's eyes burning brightly.

…

Hermione opened the window and let the soft silver-white moonlight shine in. The weather in January was still a bit cold, and the cold air suddenly poured in, making her shrink back.

Slowly adapting to the temperature, Hermione opened her palms and looked at the dark green leaves in her palms. Under the moonlight, a faint brilliance flowed on the leaves of the mandrake.

Start sucking mandrakes now, bury secret potions at school next month, and soon the spring rains will arrive.

Hermione planned silently, opened her thin lips slightly, and took the mandrake blade into her mouth. The cold blade made people flinch again.

"Cuckoo!"

Accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, two owls landed on the window eaves, the small spectacled owl Hanhan and the snowy owl covered in snow-white feathers.

At first glance, Hermione thought it was Harry's Hedwig, but after taking a closer look, she realized something was wrong. The feathers of this snowy owl were too white, and Hedwig had some gray and black mixed with it.

"Hanhan, is this your new friend...?"

Hermione's curious voice gradually weakened, and she noticed that the snow-white owl's eyes were a pair of heterochromatic pupils, deep black and clear blue.

Hermione quietly glanced at Hanhan, and she suddenly had a guess in her heart. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. She slowly approached the two owls and stretched out her hands calmly.

"Snapped!"

Her unclean little hand was slapped back by a wing, and Hermione muttered dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong? I can't even touch you. I'm not going to eat you..."

The owl with pure white feathers tilted its head and glanced at her. Seeing her restless approach, Loren flapped his wings and flew into Hermione's bedroom, landing on the quilt beside the bed.

"Hehe..." Hermione walked towards him with a bright smile, "Let me help you see what is missing in the transformation..."

Before he finished speaking, the snow-white owl suddenly flapped its wings and transformed into a boy sitting by the bed. Loren crossed his legs and looked at Hermione with a smile on his face.

The smile on Hermione's face suddenly turned into disappointment, and the light in her eyes dimmed: "You have mastered transformation..."

"Um."

Hermione was not going to give up. She took a few steps forward and grabbed Loren's collar, forcing her fiercely: "Change quickly!"

"..." Loren inexplicably felt that this scene was familiar. He lowered his eyes and asked lazily, "What changed?"

"Become an owl, no, become a cat!"

"you sure?"

Loren raised his eyelids, his eyes full of interest, as if he had thought of something interesting.

A vague premonition flashed through Hermione's heart, but she didn't think much about it: "Sure!"

She watched Loren pull out the wand, and the tip of the wand was getting closer and closer to her eyebrows. The bad feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger. Her eyes widened, but her pupils began to shrink: "Wait, wait -"

Strange magic waves rippled out from the tip of the staff and spread all over the body along the skin. A transparent film enveloped Hermione. Then the film began to change, and Hermione's body changed accordingly.

Bo!

After a soft sound, the membrane shattered, and a Munchkin short-legged cat landed on Loren's lap.

The Munchkin cat has an approximately triangular head, large eyes, a small nose, thick and soft fur, and a thick, long and soft tail. Hermione's fur is mainly white, with a patch of tan on the top of her head and ears.

Loren rubbed the fluffy kitten's head: "Oh, the color of the hair has been retained. Maybe it's because I'm not skilled enough in transformation..."

He scratched the kitten's chin with his fingers again: "But it looks pretty like this, what do you think?"

Kitty Hermione's eyes were dull. It took her a while to adapt to her current form, and she looked up at the culprit with dull eyes.

She knew, she knew, she should have known...

It's all because impulse blinded her reason...

Loren wanted to bury his head in her belly and suck her, but after thinking about it, it was too perverted, so he gave up the idea and started massaging the kitten with skillful cat-massage techniques.

The first step is to place your hands on top of the kitten's head, use two thumbs to move in circles, and scratch the other eight fingers with light and moderate strength and at varying speeds.

Hermione stared at him blankly, hearing a dull knocking sound in her head, itching and numbness in her scalp.

The second step is to start from the back of the neck, cover the side of the kitten with your palms, avoid the backbone, and push the palms diagonally along both sides of the kitten's body, from both sides of the back of the neck to the buttocks. The intensity should be slightly increased.

A sore and relaxed feeling appeared on Hermione's back, like a massage. When the hands were pushed to inappropriate positions, the kitten suddenly snarled, bit his right hand, and stared at him viciously:

"Meow!"

The voice was soft and soft, as if she was coquettishly speaking.

"Don't move, we're massaging..." Loren hooked his fingers, rubbed his tongue and freed his hand, "Also, be careful to keep your mandrake blade in your mouth, otherwise it will fail again."

Upon hearing Mandrake, Hermione immediately closed her mouth and stared at him in shame and anger.

"What are you looking at? Then massage." Loren hummed and started the third step.

The third step is to pat the kitten's back evenly and rhythmically, sometimes lightly and sometimes hard...

There was also an abdominal massage, but Hermione refused to let him touch it, so Loren could only repeat the previous process.

A few minutes later, the kitten lay on Loren's lap with a dull expression, and kept exhaling moist and warm breath from its pink nose.

"How's it going? Are you comfortable?"

"Meow!"

"Hey, why are you still biting?"

Loren felt happy after completing his revenge, and he was sure that his cat petting technique made the kitten feel happy as well.

Another win-win!