A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Suddenly, her fingers tightened around the tough spine of the grimoire, her determination as firm as the strength of her grip.

Hermione's deep voice was full of power, and she chanted a long, "yes!"

The word echoed in the air like a hymn of victory.

Under the unrelenting attack of the magic book, her body tensed instinctively. At this moment, her insteps were arched high. The whole person is like a bow stretched to the extreme, every line is full of tension that is ready to go, and people can't help but caress it carefully.

Her legs seemed to be dancing ballet, crossing each other gracefully. But instead of spinning vertically on the floor, it stretches horizontally. Every movement of her body reveals her elegance and tenacity.

Here, in this bathroom, she finally found an exit. Under the urging of the magic book, all the pressure she had endured since entering school: the burden of academic work, the cynicism of her classmates, and the struggle of being a Muggle-born were all released.

Her voice was full and full of impact, and with every vibration of her vocal cords, it echoed through the walls of the bathroom for a long time.

Facing the challenge of the magic book, she showed her unyielding will. Although her body longed to give up, her spirit resisted, unwilling to give in.

"I don't..." She tried to respond forcefully, but in the end, her body collapsed completely, unable to even lift a finger.

The sturdy bookmark of the magic book seemed dissatisfied with her resistance, almost defiant, and suddenly became more conspicuous.

Hermione's body was covered with sweat, and her body clung to the flexible dragon skin cover. Her arms were tightly wrapped around the magic book named Rogge, and the bookmark in the middle made her feel uncomfortable.

Her fingers gently slid across the surface of the book, and she bravely challenged: "Come on, I'm not afraid." Her eyes flashed with determination, ready to face any harm.

"Is it coming? Is it coming?" Myrtle, as a ghost, saw Hermione and the magic book reading each other, and her whole face turned red.

Not only did she not avoid it, but she seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and moved closer involuntarily. Her big, curious eyes were staring at the two of them, eager to see every detail that followed.

She had heard many such rumors during her years at Hogwarts. If you talk about it yourself, you can even talk clearly and explain some details.

But in fact, her experience was only based on hearsay. As for true in-depth communication and intimate contact at a negative distance, she has never seen it with her own eyes, let alone experienced it.

To appease the unruly heart. Every night, he would sneak into the prefect's washroom quietly through the pipe. Sometimes she would hide in a corner and observe secretly, and sometimes she would boldly appear in the pool to tease.

"Such a simple place shouldn't become our eternal memory." Rogge's voice was full of tenderness and consideration. He gently wiped the sweat from Hermione's forehead, and then hugged her gently.

"Rogge..." Hermione looked at him with moved eyes, and her heart was so full of love that she ignored her slightly swollen lips and kissed him deeply again.

Roger taught her how to learn the pronunciation, but Hermione's learning ability was poor and she could only teach her in depth over and over again.

Hermione's heartbeat accelerated at this moment, and only Roger was left in her world. She knew that no matter how many witches he danced with at the Christmas party, Roger's heart belonged to her, and this was her eternal belief.

Now, she just felt an unprecedented sense of peace and contentment. She wanted to be an indispensable part of Roger's life, to become a rib and protect his heart forever.

Her desire was so strong that she could imagine herself incarnating into that protective force, never to be separated from him.

Myrtle's eyes were filled with disappointment. The scene in front of her did not meet her expectations.

"Hasn't this trick been done from the beginning?" She followed Hermione's example and pouted her mouth, making a soft slurping sound in the air.

Although the scene before her was passionate and intimate, it by no means satisfied her thirst for knowledge. She secretly encouraged the two of them, hoping that their interaction would go further to satisfy her curiosity.

"Myrtle?" Hermione turned around to look, squeaked, and quickly covered her body tightly with a dragon-skin book.

"She...why is she here?" Hermione asked uneasily.

Rogge faced Myrtle helplessly, with a warning in his tone: "Don't tell anyone!"

"Hey." Myrtle hovered around them, her eyes looking around them mischievously behind her big glasses, "Don't worry, I won't tell others. But, you want to tell me what I should do? "

Hermione's face was as red as a ripe pomegranate. She wrapped her dragon skin tightly and buried her head in her magic book, not daring to look at the curious ghost. She felt embarrassed and shy, not knowing how to deal with this unexpected audience.

"Why do you ask this?" Rogge asked curiously, frowning slightly: "You are a ghost, and Hogwarts is not a suitable ghost for you, right?"

"Hmph, who said I'm looking for a ghost!" Myrtle grabbed her waist with both hands and retorted fiercely, with a hint of determination in her voice, "Don't look down on people... Ghost, I'm looking for a wizard to be my husband. Boy friend."

She said, clasping her hands on her chest, making a girl's prayer gesture: "He wears round glasses, just like me. He has black hair, oh, and the scar on his forehead is the greatest in the magic world. medal."

"He avenged me and killed the abominable Voldemort. Oh, my heart belongs to him." Myrtle said in an aria tone, with longing on her face: "I am willing to be with him forever. Like Just like you, we talked to each other in a secret passage in the castle. We kissed each other and interacted intimately..."

As she spoke, she covered her face and smiled. In her mind, she had already painted an intimate picture of herself entangled with the wizard in her dream.

Hermione secretly looked at Roger and asked curiously: "Myrtle is talking about Harry..."

"Well, it should be." Rogge scratched his head, with a hint of disbelief on his expression: "I can't imagine that ghosts and wizards can embrace."

Hermione pondered for a moment and said in a slightly tired tone: "I remember reading in a book that a wizard lived with his ghost wife. Later, they became a ghost couple."

"Ghost couple!" Myrtle's eyes lit up and her voice was full of excitement.

She was like an out-of-control rocket, drilling back and forth in the wall happily, "Yes, I want to be a ghost couple with him."

Rogge sighed. The ghosts of Hogwarts are a bit like the ghosts of the East. Although they cannot inhale human essence, contact with their frosty bodies will definitely damage the kidneys and body.

Helena in his crown was only regarded by him as a magic refrigeration and air conditioner. It can only be used by the bedside in summer.

After Myrtle left happily, Hermione lay weakly on her side in front of Roger. She could no longer continue reading the magic book in front of her.

Viewed horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side.

Rogge transformed into a king and began to measure his territory. No matter the mountains, hills, or dense forest canyons, he left a unique mark with his lips and teeth.