The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Yuri chased after him anyway.

He waved the flowers in his hand excitedly, "Who are you? Is this magic?"

Tom just looked at him with a smile.

Yuri's breathing quickened. His keen intuition told him that this was the most important opportunity in his life that he could not miss. He had the urge to give Tom all the money he had, but Tom refused. Yes, he only took away the 25 pounds he gave to Yuri.

"I owe you." Tom waved his hand and left.

Yuri watched the boy's back gradually go away, sat down on the ground, and smoked a cigarette.

…

Hermione stood in front of the open window, looking at the familiar and friendly garden, feeling the smell of green grass in the garden coming in from the window. She still couldn't believe it to this day: the day before yesterday, a cat turned into a human in front of her eyes, and then told her that she was admitted to a magical school called Hogwarts. This is stranger than a fairy tale!

She was standing by the window, holding a furry tiger doll in her arms. She looked very calm. If her arms weren't shaking slightly, anyone would think that she was the eldest lady of some family looking at the scenery.

She was a little worried because her future was uncertain and because she was about to leave her parents and go to study and live in a strange world. Her life was completely disrupted by this inexplicable school! Originally, according to the arrangements of the Grangers, little Hermione was supposed to go to a well-known medical school when she grew up. After graduation, she should either become a decent doctor or go home and inherit a clinic. However, she suddenly ended up in Hogwarts. , tell her the truth: students who don’t want to be wizards are not good dentists?

Hermione looked at the neatly pruned raspberries, the clean paths, and the bushes planted with her mother's favorite flowers and fell into thinking. These scenery that originally brought her endless fun could only make her feel boring.

Looking at the bushes, a figure suddenly flashed in her mind: I wonder if that person has received the admission notice...

Hermione took an unfinished mystery novel and left the bedroom. She changed her slippers into sandals at the door and walked straight out of the garden. She plans to go to her newly discovered "secret base" to relax.

It is said to be a secret base, but it is actually a pond. Because it is connected to a small river and has been doing a good job in environmental protection in the past few decades, the water is very clean. The pond is surrounded by green trees, making it a great place to cool off in the summer.

She turned into a tree-lined path. Below the path was a pond. There were dense willow bushes around the pond, and the weeping willows swayed in the wind.

Hermione was about to find a shady bench to sit down and read for a while, but suddenly she saw a fishing rod raised from the bank of the pond below, so she stopped.

She walked near the fishing rod and gently opened the branches of the willow bush with her hands. A familiar figure appeared in front of her. She recognized the boy named Tom.

Tom was sitting on a small wooden pier with his trouser legs rolled up, with a broken jar beside him. He was so focused on fishing that he didn't even notice Hermione approaching.

"Can you still catch fish here?" Hermione asked curiously. The sudden voice frightened Tom and he almost dropped the fishing rod in his hand. He glanced at the source of the sound angrily.

He saw Hermione standing on the shore with a book in her hand. She wore a beige top and light shorts, a pair of white stockings tightly wrapped around her shapely calves, brown sandals on her feet, and her brown hair was tied into a ponytail.

Tom's anger subsided considerably. At this time, the fish float on the water suddenly fluctuated a few times, creating circles of ripples on the water.

Hermione exclaimed from behind Tom: "The hook is biting! The fish is hooked -"

Tom was a little flustered, and for some reason his movements were a little stiff, but in the end he didn't lose the chain at the critical moment, and he successfully caught a palm-sized fish.

The fish is yellow-brown, with three spines standing on its back and sides.

"What kind of fish is this?" Hermione asked curiously as she came closer and looked at the fish struggling on the hook.

"Yellow spicy dices." Tom carefully picked the fish off the hook and prepared to put it into the bucket.

"Can I touch it?" Hermione looked very happy. Although she didn't understand what "yellow hottie" was at all, it didn't stop her from being very excited.

She reached out to take the fish, but underestimated the fish's determination to resist. then--

"careful!"

"ah!"

The yellow pepper fish stabbed Hermione's index finger directly. Tom quickly controlled the fish and threw it into the bucket, and took Hermione's hand to check the injury.

Fortunately, it didn't go very deep, but Hermione still winced in pain. This is not because Hermione is squeamish, but because the thorns of the yellow pepper contain a kind of venom, which will cause excruciating pain after being stung, and the wound will swell and itch after a while.

Tom looked at the wound with a solemn expression. Hermione was frightened by his expression. She couldn't help but narrowed her eyes and asked, "Is it supposed to be okay? It's just a small cut, not even a few drops of blood came out...ah!"

While she was distracted by talking, Tom pressed hard on the opening on Hermione's index finger and squeezed out a few drops of dirty blood.

"The sting of yellow pepper is poisonous. You may have suffered a lot today - but there are two ways to detoxify it..."

"What to do?" Hermione was startled by the word poison.

"Pee on the wound..."

"No!" Hermione's eyes widened. She felt like Tom was playing a prank.

"... Applying the mucus of yellow bone fish to wounds can also relieve pain."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief after the second sentence. Although the sticky mucus looked disgusting, it was better than urine! There is no harm without comparison. Hermione quickly took some spicy yellow mucus and smeared it on her fingers. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but it didn't seem to hurt much after applying it.

"After all, you make a living in the water. You still need to clean the wound with iodine or the like after you get home." After treating Hermione's wound, Tom told her seriously.

"Okay!" Hermione nodded, and then asked as if she remembered something:

"Have you received your acceptance letter to Hogwarts?"

"Copy that, have you been to Diagon Alley?"

"Not yet. Professor McGonagall gave us the address of Diagon Alley. Dad plans to take me there in two days." Hermione smiled when she learned that the boy in front of her was also going to Hogwarts. I felt relieved: there was suddenly a touch of warmth in the cold magical world.

Tom looked at her and realized: It turned out that Professor McGonagall did not take her to Diagon Alley, and it seemed that not every new student had the honor of being led by a faculty member.

'I'm afraid it will be very troublesome,' he muttered in his mind. 'My family is all Muggles, but they have to find a way to get to Diagon Alley. It can be said to be full of difficulties along the way.'

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at Hermione: "If you don't mind, I can take you to Diagon Alley. I've been there once."

"Really? That's great!" Hermione laughed happily, her giggles floating along the river.

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