Chapter 540 Paper Tiger

At the foot of Ben Nevis, the Swill Tavern.

I had twice-cooked beef brisket with potatoes for dinner. The stew had been left all afternoon and boiled again with water. The potatoes almost melted into the soup, and the beef brisket became softer and more flavorful.

Hermione went upstairs to wash up in advance. Loren felt that he was a gentleman and stayed downstairs with a serious face. While telling Alice some interesting things about the magic school, he asked old Dodd for more information about giants.

After chatting until the moon was high in the sky, Alice returned to her home still unsatisfied. The tipsy old Dodd also yawned:

"Just think of giants as smarter trolls. Those guys don't know magic and don't have sharp weapons. Although they are big, it's not difficult to deal with them with your magic strength as long as you don't fall into siege."

"Thank you again, Mr. Dodd."

"..."

Loren successfully completed the task of asking for information and was very satisfied with his performance. He couldn't help but look up at the location of the guest room upstairs. Affected by some strange mood, he opened his mouth to continue chatting, but couldn't sit down. live.

"You should rest early. I will take you up the mountain tomorrow morning."

"Excuse me, Mr. Dodd."

"No trouble, I'll just send you to the foot of the mountain, show you the way and then come back."

"Haha... I wish you a sweet dream, Mr. Dodd."

"I wish you all a good dream."

"..."

Saying goodbye to the tavern owner and going upstairs, he pushed open the room he booked during the day and walked in.

The tavern was connected to the wires, and the slightly yellowish warm light filled the room. There was also a small lamp beside the bed, which was bright and cold white.

Hermione leaned against the cushions at the head of the bed, holding an atlas in her hand, lowering her head to carefully survey the terrain. Perhaps the sharp sound of the door opened, and her white earlobes were frightened. They trembled slightly and then quickly turned red.

Without raising her head, she pretended to be calm: "Do you want to take a shower? The pub only has a shower, not a bathtub."

"I won't wash it today." Loren said with a smile and a narrow expression, "It's only August and it's still summer. Why are you wearing thick winter pajamas?"

"The temperature in the mountains is low, so you can prevent colds."

"Like this..."

"It's very troublesome to get sick here. If you have to spend the night in the mountains in the next few days, you need to prepare a sleeping bag at night." Hermione turned the page casually and could no longer see the signs on the map. "Go wash up and have a good rest. We will return tomorrow." Going up the mountain."

"But I've had enough sleep in the afternoon and I have insomnia."

Loren came straight to the bed, pushed her inside, squeezed out some space and sat down, resting his head on hers, smelling the familiar fragrance.

"What are you going to do?" Hermione tilted her head slightly and squinted at him.

"Don't look at me like that!" Loren pushed her head back. "I plan to discuss with you the magical principles of Gublai's Fairy Fire and whether its stable properties can be applied to other magic spells..."

"..."

What a mess.

Hermione suppressed her trembling heartbeat, but suddenly felt the slightly hot touch of his skin and his slightly rapid breathing.

Someone was more nervous than her.

Yes, this person has always been very measured, how could he do impulsive things.

Hermione remained calm on the surface, her originally flustered heart gradually calmed down, and she was even a little happy and found it interesting:

"Are you nervous?"

"What?"

"You're covering up your shyness with wisecracks."

"Nonsense, will I be shy?"

Loren was suddenly exposed and glared at her fiercely.

Hermione was not afraid at all, and looked sideways at the man with a smile.

A certain paper tiger became angry because of shame. He picked up her tender face and took a sip. The warm cheek meat was sucked into his mouth. It was soft and smooth. When he let go, it bounced back like pudding and trembled slightly.

"Let's be clear, who is shy?"

A bright blush appeared on Hermione's face, but she wiped the saliva from her face very calmly and said calmly: "Okay, don't be shy, don't be nervous, go wash up, we have to go up the mountain tomorrow. "

"I feel like you're laughing at me!"

"illusion."

"Yeah?"

"It's just an illusion. Go and wash up quickly. When we come back, let's talk about the Gubulai Fairy Fire. We'll go up the mountain to find Hagrid tomorrow."

"..."

Hearing the tone of the little witch coaxing the child, it was uncomfortable to be a paper tiger. He was unwilling but helpless. It was okay to scare her, but he really couldn't do what he wanted to do, so he could only wash up with an awkward look on his face.

Entering the bathroom, a set of men's winter pajamas hangs in front of the mirror, and toothpaste has been squeezed onto the toothbrush. A certain witch has arranged everything clearly.

Loren put on his pajamas and came out of the bathroom, threw himself on the bed, took off his slippers, silently got into the quilt, lay side by side with Hermione, and said in a muffled voice.

"Go to sleep!"

With a click of his finger, the room suddenly darkened. The curtains were half-opened, and clear moonlight streamed in through the window. He could see the starry sky and mountains outside, which was quiet and pleasant.

There was a smile on Hermione's lips: "Don't you want to talk about the Gubler Immortal Fire?"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you..." Loren turned over, with his back facing her direction. After a while, his breathing gradually became evener.

Hermione turned her head and glanced at the awkward Loren under the light of the stars and moon, then looked at the page numbers at the bottom of the atlas, folded a corner to make a bookmark, closed the book and put it in the pendant.

She marked several places in the book where the mountain fog is thick and lingers all year round. According to Old Dodd, those places are likely to be the settlements of giants. When the time comes, they will search for them one by one, and they should be able to find what Hagrid left behind. trace.

Looking at the person beside her again, Hermione silently lifted the quilt and huddled into the bed. The distance between the two was half a roll of parchment paper, but they could still feel each other's temperature, which was blocked in the thick quilt and could not be dissipated, gradually becoming hot and scorching.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at the moon-white ceiling. Her mind was in a mess. Sometimes it was the fairy fire of Gubler, and sometimes it was the giant on Ben Nevis. But no matter what she thought about, the slightly flustered face would eventually appear in front of her.

The little witch took a deep breath and regretted wearing winter pajamas. Now it was too hot to sleep.

, closed her eyes and tried to calm her wandering mind. Listening to the even and steady breathing beside her ears, the world gradually quieted down.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the person beside her pillow.

The man seemed to be a little hot, and he impatiently lifted part of the quilt. After feeling it silently for a moment, he still felt uncomfortable in the current sleeping position, so he turned over in a cricket-like manner, his eyes were still closed, but he accurately reached out to hug himself, and put one leg on his leg.

This time he seemed satisfied, hummed twice, and his breathing became steady and even again.

He didn't say a word during the whole process, and I don't know if he was awake or sleepwalking.

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.