Mistletoe, as the name suggests, is a plant that parasitizes on other plants.

It is evergreen all year round, representing hope and abundance.

There is a well-known saying in the UK: without mistletoe, there can be no happiness.

Even in the wizarding world, it is considered a traditional evil spirit, with strong magical powers, and is often hung by wizards in the doorway to ward off bad luck or evil dark magic invasions. In addition to this, there are many other uses.

For example, in divination, the long green branches of mistletoe are used to divinate dreams.

The white or red berry juice it produces in winter is one of the essential ingredients for making the elixir, which can bring good luck to the user.

In the traditional history and culture of Muggles, mistletoe is also known as the "golden branch of life".

It is said that on Christmas Day, whenever a girl passes or stands where the mistletoe is hanging, the man next to her can walk up and kiss her.

Looking at the Christmas tree with a hazy glow in front of her, and the mistletoe hanging from the tree, for some reason, Hermione suddenly remembered this ancient custom.

She looked at Evan in a daze, her eyes both expectant and a little scared.

She seemed to want Evan to do something to her, but if Evan did come, she didn't know what to do.

"Look for it, Hermione, I saw that hat fall right here" Evan gasped, not noticing Hermione's strange reaction.

He held his wand, whispered a fluorescent flicker, and began to search the dimly lit alley, where there was nothing on the ground. Evan thought for a moment, when the hat fell, it might hang on the huge Christmas tree in front of him.

He raised his head and looked carefully at the branches of the Christmas tree from top to bottom.

"Aven!" Hermione shouted softly, her heart pounding.

She remembered the decision she had just made up her mind at the patio that she must take the initiative tonight and seize the opportunity, which was a great opportunity in front of her.

"Did you find the hat?" Hearing Hermione's call, Evan hurriedly lowered his head, and the words on his lips suddenly stopped.

Hermione was very close to him, and Aven's gaze met Hermione's.

The eyes of the two exchanged instantly, and he even stopped breathing.

In that moment, he was completely conquered by Hermione's beauty.

A strong strange feeling rose in Aiwen's heart, maybe this is what it feels like to be in love. He made up his mind that the girl in front of him was the person he liked, and he was willing to give everything to protect her, even his life.

Hermione's face was slightly red, and her burning gaze looked back at Aven.

"Leave that hat alone, do you know the custom?"

"What custom?" said Aven, trying to concentrate.

"That's, it's about mistletoe, you know, on Christmas Day, as long as there's a girl standing under the mistletoe, that's fine," Hermione couldn't go on, her face flushed to the extreme, she bit her lip lightly, and her face was full of shyness.

She felt like she was heating up and down, and it was very hot.

She couldn't believe what she had just said?!

It looked like she was asking Evan to do that kind of thing to herself.

The candles on the Christmas tree glow dimly, and the atmosphere becomes beautiful.

Following Hermione's gaze, Evan saw the large patch of mistletoe above their heads, and he instantly thought of the custom Hermione had mentioned: on Christmas Day, as long as the boy and girl stood under the mistletoe at the same time, the boy could kiss each other, and the girl had no right to refuse.

Hermione just said this custom, did she want herself

Evan began to think about it, and in the dim candlelight of the Christmas tree, he felt that Hermione was particularly pretty, much more beautiful than usual.

Deep down in his heart, an urge suddenly rose to kiss Hermione.

An invisible aura attracted Aven, and he took a deep breath and involuntarily took a step forward, trying to take Hermione's small hand.

An electric touch came from between her fingers, and Hermione shuddered and didn't resist.

Evan felt her breath, the unique sweet fragrance of a girl.

His brain stopped, and all his thoughts went blank.

He swallowed and leaned forward.

The distance between the two was like an insurmountable ravine, and he only felt that he was so nervous that he even stopped breathing.

Aven's right hand wrapped around her from the bottom up, hugging Hermione tightly.

In his arms, Hermione ducked as far back as she could, looking a little scared, and then, as if remembering something, stopped abruptly and closed her eyes tightly.

The long eyelashes on her eyes trembled in the winter night breeze, and the cheerful Christmas tune slowly came from not far away, looming, and Hermione's heart fluttered with it.

Her body tensed, expectant and nervous.

The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, looking at Hermione in his arms, Evan turned his heart sideways, made up his mind, and closed his eyes as well, and his lips gently touched Hermione downward.

The girl's body trembled violently again, and in a panic, she pushed Aven hard.

Evan didn't flinch this time, he felt like he was kissing Hermione, a sweet, cold feeling, very soft, as if he was eating sugar.

Clear, cooling!!

Soon, he was immersed in this intoxicating feeling.

Hermione pushed Aven, but she didn't push, she also felt a strange sensation on her lips, she closed her eyes tightly, she didn't dare to open them at all, and felt the coolness from her mouth, and the smell that belonged to Aven.

The two of them kept this motion, not even moving.

Only a second had passed, but for both of them, it seemed like a century.

If it seems to others that their movements are not so much a kiss, it is more a gentle touch between lips.

But it was already an extremely difficult challenge for Evan and Hermione.

Evan could feel Hermione's nervousness, and she gritted her teeth tightly and didn't let go.

He knew that at this point, the boy had to take the initiative, and Evan was about to take further action, but at that moment, Hermione jerked him away.

She was breathing heavily, avoiding Aven's gaze, and lowered her head, her little face slightly red

"No, no, Aven, we can't do this," Hermione gasped, her gaze involuntarily moving somewhere else, and said in a panic, "I just saw that hat fall inside, I-I'm going to look for it." ”

With that, she turned her head and ran deeper into the alley.

Evan was stunned for a moment, Hermione must be so nervous now, and so was he, he didn't know whether he should chase Hermione, and he didn't know what to say if he caught up.

He began to think crankily again, since it had already begun, it should be done generously to the end.

How to describe this half-behavior, it's really, really embarrassing!(To be continued.) )