Chapter 774 A Little Bit of Intimacy

《Comprehensive Analysis of the Activity Areas of Dark Wizards in Britain》

"Hmm... this topic is really well written!"

Parvati is very satisfied with the topic she wrote. This is a good start.

A comprehensive analysis that sounds very profound, a dark wizard that sounds very powerful, and an activity area that sounds very meaningful. This topic will definitely get high scores.

This is the choice she made after careful consideration. After listening to Professor Lupin's lecture more than ten minutes ago, combined with the newspapers and news she has read recently, Parvati has already conceived the outline of the paper in her mind. She decided to distinguish between Death Eaters and ordinary dark wizards, and then analyze their activity areas in connection with the lightness of special dark wizards such as werewolves and vampires. At the same time, she analyzed their situations in a simple and easy-to-understand way, which will definitely get high scores...

And her excellent roommate is going to celebrate her birthday with her boyfriend today, and this weekend is Hogsmeade Activity Week, so she can't concentrate on completing the paper in her free time recently.

This advantage of leading the first grade and being expected to surpass it made the headmaster Parvati feel a hidden excitement in her heart.

In the past six years, no matter whether it was elective or compulsory, as long as Hermione participated in the subject, she would undoubtedly take the first place. As the head girl of Gryffindor, Parvati always had an unknown expectation in her heart, hoping to win a little before graduation.

This expectation had nothing to do with jealousy, but was just a subtle thought between friends.

Parvati looked at the package beside the bed in the dormitory. It was the birthday gift she was going to give to Hermione. There were gift certificates from many shops in Hogsmeade, including the Honeydukes couple sweet gift box and the couple's luxury lunch at Madam Puddifoot's Tea House, which had to be exchanged at the store. Considering Hermione's hobbies, there were also limited edition coupons for the Wenrenju feather pen exchange.

"Hehe..."

Parvati couldn't help but smile.

Sincerely wish Hermione a happy birthday and hope she has a good weekend.

Parvati planned to take advantage of other students enjoying the weekend to finish the thesis, check relevant information, consult professors, and even consult Professor Snape of Potions, after all, he must know dark wizards very well.

Hermione, my roommate, was enjoying her birthday and weekend happily. Her free time was over. She would not have such free time to finish her thesis until the next week when classes would resume.

I would hand in this thesis that I had worked so hard on, and then win the admiration of Professor Lupin and the whole class!

Parvati fiddled with the prefect badge on the table, smiled again, and began to concentrate on completing the thesis.

Half an hour later, she officially started writing the introduction.

Parvati was thinking about the wording of the previous sentence, preparing to add clauses to make the article look more profound, when she suddenly heard footsteps outside the dormitory, followed by the sound of the door being opened.

"Parvati, you are in the dormitory."

"Hermione?"

Parvati turned his head and looked at her strangely, ready to ask her why she came back suddenly, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the beautiful white cat in her arms: "When did you get a new pet, where is Crookshanks?"

It was a medium-length lion cat, snow-white, with one crystal blue eye and one dark eye, very beautiful.

"My friend asked me to take care of him for a day. He is afraid of strangers and a little shy. I brought him back because I was afraid he would run away."

"Really? It would be a pity if he ran away. He is so beautiful."

Parvati noticed that when they were chatting, the cat's head tilted to the side, and its eyes showed a hint of helplessness, as if it understood what they were saying. It was smart and spiritual.

"Does it have cat-kinese blood like Crookshanks?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Hermione showed a playful smile in her eyes. Her white and slender fingers stroked the cat's fur, slid down along the neck, scratched the white cat's chin, and then was pushed away impatiently.

Parvati was a little moved and wanted to join in the fun of playing with the cat, but after looking at the thesis title on the parchment, she still resisted the urge.

Hermione was not quite right today. She didn't read books or journals when she returned to the dormitory. She even put aside the serious matters of making the bed and tidying up the wardrobe. She lay on the bed and played with the white cat wholeheartedly.

She pinched the cat's petal-like paws, stroked its fur, rubbed its belly, and even approached it to kiss it a few times.

Hermione's little girl attitude was too strange!

Parvati kept writing with the quill in her hand, and couldn't help but sneak a peek at the scene over there.

The cat was really smart. It was obviously very resistant to these playful actions. It would struggle and avoid them every time, and push them away with its paws, but it would not stretch its claws, nor breathe out in anger, and it didn't even call much.

After writing the introduction of the paper, Parvati put the quill back into the ink bottle, and after hesitating for a while, she stood up, holding the carefully prepared gift and approached: "Hermione, happy birthday, this is... This is my gift for you."

"Thank you, Parvati!"

"Inside are all Hogsmeade gift certificates. Tomorrow is Hogsmeade Activity Week. I hope you and Loren have fun."

"Thank you very much!"

Hermione accepted the gift, scratched the white cat's chin again, and said teasingly: "Did you hear it? Have fun..."

The white cat had given up struggling and lay lazily on the quilt, with eyes slightly drooping, too lazy to lift up.

Parvati was a little moved and tried to reach out to get closer, but was disgusted by the breath, which scared her so much that she quickly stepped back: "This cat... it..."

"Sorry, sorry, he is afraid of strangers."

"..."

Pavati secretly glanced at the white cat, feeling a little regretful. After thinking for a long time, he gave up the idea of ​​tempting her with snacks, sat down in front of the desk, and picked up the quill again.

The cat is kind, it reminds me that I should concentrate on writing the paper.

In the next few dozen minutes, Parvati gradually finished writing the introduction of the paper. When he came to his senses, he realized that it was time for dinner. He was going to invite Hermione to go to the hall together, but Hermione didn't plan to go downstairs. She just asked her to bring a beef pie for a simple meal.

Hermione seemed to be completely addicted to petting the cat. She really forgot to eat and sleep, and neglected her studies. It was really worrying.

Parvati felt that she was just under too much pressure. She was nervous because of long-term hard work, so she took advantage of her birthday to relax. As a roommate, she should silently support and provide help, but only today... only this weekend.

After dinner, I came back from the hall. The sky outside the window was completely dark. The other roommates were chatting and playing cards in the common room and had not returned to the dormitory yet. Parvati pushed the door open with a pie in her hand and found that the curtain of Hermione's bed had been lowered, covering it in darkness.

"Hermione, I'm back."

"Excuse me, Parvati."

"It's okay, it's your birthday today."

"..."

Parvati lifted the curtain and handed the pie in.

Hermione had finished washing and changed into pajamas. She was half sitting on the head of the bed, reading the materials borrowed from the library in her hands.

The white cat was much more energetic, with bright eyes and curled up in her arms, as if reading the materials with her.

Unfortunately, cats are cats. They don't know how to read. They soon felt bored. They twisted impatiently with a subtle expression, and then they were slapped by Hermione and gradually quieted down.

Parvati quietly looked at the person and the cat and felt inexplicably harmonious.

When the curtains were closed, nothing could be seen, neither the outside nor the inside, until the night deepened, and the other roommates returned to the dormitory and noticed that Hermione had gone to bed so early today. They were a little surprised, and they all moved lightly and spoke softly.

Parvati was dizzy from writing her thesis, and she didn't say much, and washed up and went to bed early.

The lights went out, and the room gradually became quiet.

Under the curtains, Hermione was covered with a thin blanket, and a white cat was nestled in front of her chest, with a small bulge on its furry head, bright eyes, and two front paws pressing on a soft place alternately, and then she was slapped.

After being slapped, she immediately became quiet.

Not long after, she started to stomp again.

So she was slapped again.

This was repeated, and she never tired of it, until the girl became angry and strangled her hands.

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"Meow..."

The white cat pushed away the hands that were clamping him, stood up and faced her head, trying to communicate with her with his eyes: "I've been playing with you all day, what's wrong with you playing with me for a while?"

"..."

Hermione lowered her eyes silently and continued to hug him tightly.

This is her birthday gift, not an equal exchange. It's too much to hug him like this.

"Meow..."

"As an ignorant cat, it's normal to be curious about things, use cat claws to experience touch, and use tongue to taste, right?"

"..."

Hermione said she couldn't understand the cat's eyes, and hugged the bad cat tightly.

However, this person's transformation skills are indeed superb, and the incarnation of the white cat is exactly the same as the real white cat. As we all know, cats are made of water. The cricket pupa flowed in a few strokes and slipped out of the embrace.

"Hmm..."

Under the warm blanket, there was a fluffy little thing wandering on her body, moving lightly and flexibly, and it was impossible to catch it. Even if she reacted quickly and caught it, it would escape in other ways.

Not far away was the third-grade dormitory. Some little wizards had not rested yet and were reviewing the lessons they had learned today.

There are all kinds of magical animals in the magic world. Wizards chose three of them as partners and recorded them in the Hogwarts admission letter: toads, owls, and cats.

Toads and owls were skipped, and this class focused on cats-

Cats are good at running and jumping, with slender and soft tails, muscular bodies, and strong and powerful limbs. When running, the tail will sweep back and forth to help maintain balance, and the soft cat hair will brush past, which feels itchy. The body temperature of a cat is slightly higher than that of a human body, and it feels warm or even hot. When moving, the cat's claws will extend out of the sheath to help grasp, and the cuticle is sharp, which hurts slightly even without force, and the touch is stimulating.

The tongue surface of existing cats, regardless of their size, is densely covered with barbed protrusions formed by keratin. This is a papillary structure formed by the keratinized stratified flat epithelium on the surface of the tongue. These barbs make the surface of the cat's tongue uneven and abnormally rough.

Some scholars believe that these barbs are used to assist in eating. Many popular science books often call barbs meat scrapers that can scrape and peel during licking. This is actually a fallacy and has been denied by zoologists.

Barbs are purely a beauty tool for grooming hair, like a witch's dense-tooth comb. The barbs on the tongue have evolved into a spoon shape, which can hold a small amount of saliva, which plays a lubricating role when licking hair and reduces the friction between dry parts and the tongue.

The touch is wonderful, itchy, like a pointed comb gently sliding over.

In addition, the barbs on cats' tongues are formed by the keratinization of taste buds. They have a very sensitive sense of taste, especially water, and can easily distinguish the type of water. This is to distinguish fresh and drinkable water.

…

September 20, the third weekend of the new school year.

As the weather in the Scottish Highlands gets colder, the leaves outside the Forbidden Forest have begun to turn yellow. The Whomping Willow not far from the greenhouse has also become lazy, shaking its branches every day to stretch its muscles and bones. Brown and yellow stripes can be seen on the edges of some old leaves. Waiting for all the leaves to fall, winter will come to Hogwarts.

The morning light is weak, and the sun has not risen completely.

Students above the third grade have gathered near the entrance hall. The administrator Filch stands at the fork in the road, checking the list of outings. His expression is sinister and terrifying, and his sharp eyes are full of vigilance, which makes people feel creepy.

But this gesture did not scare the seventh-year students at all. The prospective graduates of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff greeted him with a smile. Seamus even took the initiative to reach out when he was looking through the list: "Mr. Filch, my name is here. Look, Finnigan, I am Finnigan!"

"Quiet!"

Filch glared at him fiercely, but only saw a smiling face.

When the list was checked to Loren, the administrator had a blank expression on his face. He pretended to look for it on the parchment with a businesslike attitude, and then found the name near the fingers holding the list.

"..."

A group of students walked along the road to the school gate in twos and threes.

The first Hogsmeade activity week of the new school year.

Walking through the grounds and passing the greenhouse, the distance between the young wizards gradually widened, and the figures on the road became sparse. Loren walked with Hermione silently, reaching out to hold her hand and asked:

"Where should we go first when we get to Hogsmeade?"

"Wenrenju Quill Pen Shop." Hermione had a blank expression and rejected his invitation to hold hands.

"Stationery stores are good, I like to go to stationery stores the most." Loren said cheerfully, and he reached out his hand again with great determination, "Is there anything you want to buy? Recommend some to me, I think I bought some low-quality pens when I went to school, and the quills are a little stuck."

"George and Fred sent you two boxes of quill pens!"

Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes and simply put her hands in her pockets.

"I don't dare to use the quill they gave me. Who knows when it will explode." Loren said seriously, and directly put his arm around her shoulders, "First go to the Men of Letters to buy a quill, then go to Honeydukes Candy Store, and then go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House for a couple's lunch."

Hermione twisted her shoulders and struggled twice, but failed to break free, and still insisted:

"Who wants to go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House with you..."