The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Fudge walked out of the Leaky Cauldron calmly. He was planning to ask a reporter from the Daily Prophet for an exclusive interview to clear himself of the "incompetent" label he had been slapped on in recent days.

"Never invite Rita Skeeter." This was Fudge's first reaction. That woman was too vicious, and all good things would taste bad in her mouth. But Fudge's good mood disappeared as soon as he saw Delis. Because he saw a person standing next to Delis: Albus Dumbledore.

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Being cut in line by the Minister of Magic, Tom had no choice but to share a bed with Hermione.

He smiled apologetically at Hermione, indicating that he was also helpless.

Old Tom disappeared for a while, and when he reappeared he was carrying Harry's suitcase and cage, followed by a somewhat confused Harry.

"Are you okay?" Tom blinked at him.

Harry was a little confused, "I wasn't punished, but I don't understand-"

"Okay, let's go back to the room and rest first. You have the whole holiday to chat!" Old Tom interrupted Harry and led them upstairs along a beautiful wooden staircase. First, he took Tom to In front of a door, there is a brass number [seven] taped on the door. Old Tom unlocked and opened the door for Tom and Hermione. There was a soft-looking bed in the room, several pieces of shiny oak furniture, and a fire was blazing in the fireplace, and the crackling flames gave off a scent of wood.

Harry stood behind, thinking that Tom was helping Hermione carry her luggage and would come out after putting down her luggage. However, he didn't expect that classmate Yodel walked into the same bedroom as Hermione in front of him and closed the door.

Harry: I couldn't understand it, but I was so shocked that I couldn't move for a moment, as if my virginity had been taken away.

After Tom entered the house, he placed the suitcase on the ground and was about to open it when Hermione pushed it away. Hermione hurriedly ran to the box and held it open a crack.

"You go take a shower first! Leave the box to me to pack," Hermione smiled unnaturally, pointing to the bathroom and urging Tom to take a shower first. She was not willing to let Tom look through all the clothes in her wardrobe.

Tom scratched the back of his head, "Okay? Are you sure you don't need-"

"unnecessary!"

Immediately afterwards, Tom was pushed into the bathroom by a pair of soft little hands.

After arranging Tom, Hermione opened the box and quickly packed her coat, underwear, shoes, and socks. When she picked up a shirt, she realized that it seemed to be a men's shirt.

"This seems to be Tom's shirt." She put the shirt aside casually, but after putting it down, she picked it up again by accident.

"This is the shirt that Tom is wearing next to him..." She held the shirt with both hands, subconsciously raised the tip of her nose to it, and took a few sniffs: it was fragrant, the smell of lavender laundry detergent.

"Hermione, can you get me a change of clothes..." Tom poked his head out of the bathroom, causing both of them to freeze.

After a second of stalemate, Hermione calmly handed the shirt and a pair of shorts to Tom, who was wearing old clothes. Her attitude was so indifferent that Tom couldn't help but think that he had just seen it wrong.

When the bathroom door closed again, Hermione's entire face turned red, steam seemed to come out of her ears, and she felt her heart beating as fast as a machine gun. The sound of gurgling water coming from the bathroom and the steam mixed with the aroma of shower gel made it difficult for her to calm down.

In the end, she drank a glass of ice water and opened the window to let the cold wind blow in before regaining her composure.

"No!" She made a decision. Being so competitive, she couldn't let herself fall into Tom's hands like this. Then, she came up with a brilliant idea.

In the workplace, if you are caught fishing for money by a colleague, what is the best way to handle it? Of course, it is to induce colleagues to fish together! So Hermione set a little trap.

She waited quietly.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Hermione laid the trap and called outside the bathroom door: "Tom, I want to go get some midnight snacks. Do you want anything to eat?"

Tom's muffled voice came from inside: "How about some cookies and hot tea?"

"Of course~" Hermione Shiran walked out of the bedroom and quickly headed to the bar downstairs.

Tom dried himself off and came out of the bathroom wearing a fresh change of clothes. At this time, there was no one in the bedroom. Her luggage had been packed and her suitcase was placed neatly in the corner of the room.

There was only one place in the house that was a little messy: the bed. The clothes Hermione had changed were thrown carelessly on top. One of the thin black socks was hanging on the edge of the bed, and the other was hanging on Hermione's little brown boots in front of the bed.

Tom's eyes moved from the almost transparent socks to the slightly darker socks, and his heart was beating fast.

He couldn't help but take a few steps closer and stretched out his hand...

Squeak! The door opened.

Hermione came in carrying a silver tray with some biscuits and a pot of black tea.

Tom jumped back like a frightened rabbit and jumped to the bedside table.

"The cookies are freshly baked. As for tea, can I only have black tea?" Hermione put the plate on the table. On the surface she was smiling, but in her heart she was very disappointed: she seemed to have come in a little early! The fish almost bit the hook, but was scared away by me!

"Why is your face so red?"

"The water in the bath was very hot just now."

"Oh~ That's it - then I'm going to take a shower too, and you can't peek~" Hermione picked up a biscuit, bit it into pieces, then picked up the teapot and took a sip of black tea to her mouth. Then she turned around and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, her eyes almost popped out - Tom was not doing anything else, he was sitting at his desk studying!

Hermione's teeth were about to break: I was obviously taking a shower. The bathroom wall is so thick that you can't be discovered whatever you do, but you are actually studying? ! Are you actually studying secretly behind my back? !

It was unbearable, so Hermione immediately sat on the chair, put on the crown and started studying regardless of her hair being still wet.

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Early the next morning, Harry woke up from his sleep. He experienced a sense of freedom that he had never experienced before. He could sleep until as late as he wanted, and no one would rush into his room, open his curtains, or lift his quilt. More importantly, he can learn magic openly!

He walked down the stairs to Old Tom's place and ordered a hearty breakfast, a treatment he would never get at the Dursley's. After sitting down, Harry began to look around.

"I didn't see Miss Granger and Mr. Yoder. Did they go out early in the morning?" When Old Tom came over with a large plate of meat and a bowl of milk and fruit cereal, he couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I didn't see them either." Old Tom shook his head and left slowly.

It was almost noon when Tom and Hermione came downstairs with dark circles under their eyes. Seeing their appearance, Harry rubbed his face.

"Tom, please take care of yourself..." he said cryptically.