The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Please wait a moment," Professor McGonagall stopped the young wizards who wanted to leave at the end of the dinner and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please submit the permission form to the dean of your college before the open day of Hogsmeade Village. You can’t go there without a watch, so don’t forget it!”

After she finished speaking, many well-prepared students walked to the staff table and handed their Hogsmeade permission forms to the deans of their own colleges. Ron poked Harry, tapped his chin, and motioned him to look towards the Ravenclaw table.

"I remember that Tom seems to be in a special situation, right? But he seems to have also handed in the permission form?"

Harry showed a trace of envy and whispered to Ron: "Don't think about it, I can't learn their ways."

Before meeting Tom during the summer vacation, he had never dreamed of such a solution. Harry looked down at his application form and looked at the cursive signature of "Vernon Dursley" on it. He had a vague feeling that even if he imitated his signature, things would not go so smoothly.

Harry's subconscious was correct. Even if he had a genuine Uncle Vernon's signed permission, Fudge would do everything possible to prevent him from going to Hogsmeade. He would never allow Harry to appear before Sirius was arrested. Off campus. Fudge was already very anxious recently. He didn't want to cause any more trouble for himself, so he simply chose to make a decision: Harry, just stay in school and don't cause trouble for me.

As for what if something happens at school? What does that have to do with me, Fudge? Please contact Dumbledore about Hogwarts. Fudge was eager for Sirius to have a conflict with Hogwarts, so that he could get some peaceful sleep.

"To be honest, it would be great if my mother could be your guardian." Ron muttered.

Maybe he just said it casually, but Harry really felt something in his heart. This proposal was really attractive to him! What if I change my guardian to Mrs. Weasley? But another question came to his mind: if the guardian was Mrs. Weasley, would he have to move to the Burrow - or be kicked out by the Dursleys and flee to the Burrow in embarrassment.

Of course he is willing, but will this cause Mrs. Weasley too much trouble?

He was just thinking like this until Ron gave him a push and motioned for him to go up and hand in the permission form. At this time, almost all the students in the auditorium were gone, leaving only a few people. Professor McGonagall is also sorting out the forms in her hands and looks like she will leave the auditorium in the next second.

Harry walked toward Professor McGonagall uneasily, and he saw Neville right in front of him.

"Professor, it's like this..."

"Your form? Your grandma sent it to me." Professor McGonagall seemed to have guessed the second half of Neville's sentence and answered directly.

"Oh, that's great, sorry to bother you!" Neville showed a look of relief on his face and ran away quickly, exposing Harry behind him.

"Potter, are you here to hand in the form too?"

"Well," Harry felt his heart beating faster. He was deceiving the deputy head of his college, but he seemed to have no other choice. He handed the form to Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall took the form and stared at it, her sharp eyes shining on the parchment through her lenses.

After what felt like an eternity, Professor McGonagall spoke.

"Potter, I'm afraid I can't pass. You need your uncle to send me a letter to prove that he knows about this and agrees for you to go to Hogsmeade."

Harry only felt that everything about him had been seen through by Professor McGonagall, but he still had the courage to ask: "Okay, Professor, there is one more thing, uh... do you think it is possible - I mean is it possible?" Let Mrs. Weasley be my guardian and authorize me to go to Hogsmeade?"

The expression on Professor McGonagall's face was a little strange, and she shook her head, "I'm sorry, Potter, no. The rules are the rules, and this is the only way things can go. Okay, go back to the dormitory and rest. You'd better hurry up, curfew Almost there.”

Harry was at his wits end.

Many people in the college came to comfort him. Ron said a lot of bad things about Professor McGonagall, which made Percy a little unhappy. Dean Thomas volunteered to write a letter of information for Harry, but was rejected by Harry. He could feel that this was not a matter of a letter. Professor McGonagall probably knew that the Dursleys refused to sign the letter for him. It's over. As for Percy, his comfort was more like that of Versailles.

"What's so interesting about that crappy place in Hogsmeade! It's just the candy shop and the Shrieking Shack that are interesting. The rest is just a few rooms and a few shops, isn't it?"

Harry: I'm depressed.

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On the morning of Hogsmeade's open day, Tom woke up as usual, went downstairs and had a hasty breakfast with Hermione, and then followed the crowd towards the foyer. Filch stood at the gate, holding a very long list in his hand, staring at every face with a scrutinizing gaze, never letting go of anyone who shouldn't go out.

The two of them crossed the lawn and came to the school gate, where there were two dementors guarding them, making every little wizard who walked past tremble. But it might be Tom's illusion. He always felt that the dementors backed away a little when he and Hermione walked past.

Hogsmeade is not far from Hogwarts. When Tom and Hermione arrived, the early morning hoarfrost was still hanging on the leaves.

"Let's go, our plan for today is..." Hermione took out a small notebook and began to plan today's itinerary.

However, plans could never keep up with changes. On the way to Zuko's Joke Shop, Hermione's eyes were caught by a clothing store.

It was a women's clothing store. There were several mannequins wearing beautiful clothes in the transparent glass windows. They were constantly changing their positions to show the most beautiful side of their clothes.

She raised her head and glanced at the name of the store: [Meizu]

"What a name." Hermione instinctively felt that she should go in and take a look. But just as she was about to walk towards the women's clothing store, she suddenly realized that this seemed to disturb her plans.

She hesitated.

Tom saw through her thoughts and directly took her hand and walked towards the store.

"Eh? Wait——"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go in and take a look!"

Hermione walked into the clothing store half-heartedly.

"Welcome to Meizu Clothing."

As soon as I entered the store, the shopping guide in the store greeted me warmly. When the shopping guide walked up to Tom, his eyes lit up: These young lovers who came in were very handsome! The man is handsome and the woman is pretty and cute. The key is that both of them have excellent temperaments. Looking at the way they walk together, they feel like first love in a youthful campus.

Love is like a green apple.

Looking at them, the shopping guide even remembered his first love in school that made his face red, sheets red, and eyes red.

"Are you bringing your girlfriend here to buy clothes? Your girlfriend is so beautiful." The shopping guide sister said from the bottom of her heart.

This direct hit made Hermione's face flush red, her head lowered and she didn't dare to look at the shopping guide. This was the first time someone spoke out loud about their relationship, which made Hermione very shy.

Tom held her hand slightly and responded generously: "Yes, my girlfriend is the most beautiful."

Hermione: o(*////▽////*)q

"Look at the clothes first!" She interrupted the conversation between the two. If the two continued talking, Hermione would run away from the door.

However, although this shopping guide is very eloquent and has a very accurate vision, it is still very annoying that there is always a little tail hanging behind and chattering when the two of them are shopping.

"Ahem," Tom coughed twice, "Sister, we won't bother you. You can go about your business and we'll just take a look."

Although he was a little reluctant, the shopping guide still left in a wise manner, leaving Tom and Hermione to browse the store together.

After the stranger left, Hermione visibly relaxed. She lightly punched Tom and said, "Don't say that again, it's weird... I'm so embarrassed..."

Tom didn't back down, and instead put his hands on Hermione's shoulders. He could feel the girl's body tightening, as if she was stimulated.

"If you don't say that, what do you want me to say?"

Hermione hesitated and couldn't speak, so she could only fiddle with the clothes on the rack.

Soon, she realized something was wrong: The store didn't seem to specialize in the kind of women's clothing she thought.

In her subconscious, this store should be a place that sells various wizard robes, belts, shoes, etc., but these clothes only occupy the outside of the store, and the vast areas in the middle and inside are all socks and underwear.

When Hermione reached the area where shoes were sold, she didn't dare to go any further. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that after this, the remaining shelves seemed to be underwear.

"Are your shoes size 35?" Tom looked at the shoes on the counter and asked.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, "How do you know?"

Tom chuckled, "Of course I know."

"Pervert!" Hermione nudged Tom and looked down at a pair of small black leather shoes. The design of the shoes is very cute, it is a common style of small leather shoes for girls, with three thin belts on them, and each belt has a small metal buckle.

"16 Sickles 28 Knuts!" Hermione's pupils tightened. She didn't expect these shoes to be so expensive, costing nearly a galleon! One Galleung is equal to 17 Sickles, and one Sickle is equal to 29 Nats. The difference between these shoes and one Galleon is only one Nat.

She looked away quickly, but Tom picked up the shoe.

"It looks good, why don't you try it?"

Hermione shook her head, but her microexpressions and body movements gave her away.

"Let's put it on first and see the effect!" Tom poked Hermione and asked her to look behind her, "There's a stool over there, come on!"

Under the persuasion of Magical Magic - Come and Come, Hermione decided to try this pair of little leather shoes.

She sat on the stool and took off her wizard robe, revealing a blue and white striped shirt underneath. The hem of the shirt was tied at the waist by a thin white leather bag, and her lower body was a pair of plain trousers of the same color. The top two buttons of the shirt were not buttoned, which showed the difference between the girl and the little girl.

Hermione was no longer the little girl she had been before. Now she is more like a green apple.

She lifted up her trouser legs, but Tom took her slender legs in his hands first. Hermione's trouser legs had been lifted up, revealing the white stockings and white lambskin boots underneath. There is also a small circle of white fluff on the top of the boots, which looks furry and gives a warm feeling.

"Yeah!" Hermione exclaimed softly and shook her foot that was being held. By now Tom had unzipped the boots, revealing the speckled silk lining inside. Hermione's movement caused a ripple, causing the airflow to carry a stream of heat and rush into Tom's nose.

The faint smell of sweat and leather is wrapped in an elegant aroma. The scent was not unfamiliar, it was Hermione's usual shower gel, and Tom could smell it every time he leaned against her. He also teased Hermione about it, saying that she was "pickled".

"I... didn't mean to do it!" Hermione tried her best to pull her foot back for fear of inhaling Tom. At the same time, she was glad that she had taken a shower before setting off.

"Huh?" Tom hummed as if nothing had happened, and continued to reach out to try to catch the escaping elf. Hermione arched her feet and tapped the tip of Tom's nose.

"Don't go too far!" Then she lowered her voice, "It's outside..."

The girl twisted, curled up one leg, and took off the boots on her feet. Tom's gaze made her very shy, and she felt as if there were flames gathering on her feet.

She pressed her toes slightly, inserted her shoes, raised her heels with her index finger, and lifted the shoes onto her feet. Following the same pattern, after putting on the other shoe, Hermione held her own boot and stood in front of Tom in a lively manner.

"Does it look good?"

"Well, not bad?" Tom tilted his head and thought for a moment, "But it seems that the socks don't match well..."

If he has something to say. Hermione looked at the silk section on the other side and was stunned for a moment.

In that area, there was very little fabric on the mannequins—of course, there were also many models with only one leg, and they were all covered in intricately patterned fabrics.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, held Tom's ears, and scolded in a low voice: "Tom Yoder! You rogue! You - you!"

Those clothes were vague and hazy, with hollow carvings and gossamer ribbons that made Hermione blush just looking at them.

"But it's really beautiful..." Tom muttered in a low voice, "Hermione, you're too tight, loosen it a little, it hurts!"

When Hermione heard what he said, she let go of him with a light hand.

The two took a few steps forward and approached this special area.

Looking at the clothes that saved fabric for the wizarding world, Hermione snorted.

"I finally understand. Our Mr. Yodel is a prude. He thinks about...thinking about these things every day." She picked up a pair of stockings, looked at the hollow floral pattern on it, turned her head suddenly, and looked at Holding Tom.

"Do you like these?"

Tom was silent for a moment.

"like."

"Okay." She responded crisply, picked up a few socks at the same time, and sat back on the chair. The white socks faded away little by little, revealing her smooth and jade-like calves, with the sock cuffs still left on them. There was a mark of strangulation, Hermione picked up one of them, stretched her little feet straight, opened the entrance of the stockings with her nimble fingers, then pulled it a few times and put it on her cute toes. With a greeting and a stretch, the socks climbed up Hermione's calves.

After putting it on, she stood up and turned around in a circle.

"Does it look good?"

"This is yours alone."

she said.