Three days later, Alan was walking through the foyer when he suddenly saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading the words on a piece of parchment that had just been nailed. Draco Malfoy looked very excited, and when he saw Allen, he desperately squeezed towards him.

"According to the notice, they'll send someone to pick us up on Sunday, and we'll have ten pure-blood wizards from the training class, presumably with a portkey, right?" Malfoy looked a little excited, he had always had a crush on Durmstrand.

Alan was noncommittal about this, and while there were still a few days left, he needed to hurry up and complete the final handover of some trivial matters in hand, such as the prefect, such as the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

In the Harry Tower, Alan was watching the Ravenclaw Quidditch team footage, and Hermione came to him with a few tomes.

"You're leaving for the weekend, Alan, I've found some books on Durmstrang and Scandinavia, maybe you might come in handy someday......," Hermione's bosom of books slammed down on the table in front of Alan.

Alan looked at the books that had been wiped clean and nodded cautiously.

As Alan left Hogwarts for Durmstrang received a lot of gifts and blessings, Hermione took the initiative to organize and record them for him, running back and forth with Allen.

On a weekend morning, Allen, who had just entered Harrysta Tower, saw Hermione, with a pale face and heavy dark circles, standing in front of a table with a huge map spread.

"Allen, in the vast expanse of Durmstrang's school, has many magnificent landscapes, especially some dark, ghostly boats moored in the mountain lake behind the school. In the summer, students can dive in the lake, but you won't stay there that long, will you?" Hermione, who heard the voice, looked up at Alan, her shrunken white front teeth looming in the opening and closing of her mouth.

?? Alan looked at Hermione, who looked haggard, thinking of her abnormal nervous state in the past few days, his right hand couldn't help but press Hermione's chattering lips, and his left hand wrapped around Hermione's shoulder, "Hermione, don't worry, although Durmstrang once had the darkest reputation among all wizarding academies, it is only a school after all, and I will not encounter danger." And we can still see each other in the tower often after school, right? ”

Ellen's sudden intimate movements made Hermione freeze in place for a moment, her long eyelashes blinked, and a few crystal tears finally couldn't help rolling off her eyelashes anymore and falling to the ground.

Alan rubbed the top of Hermione's unkempt head, then gently stroked her long hair, which gradually slid onto her back, and hugged Hermione into his arms.

Hermione couldn't help but sobbed softly, her back trembling slightly.

Alan put his arm around Hermione, and kept helping her brush her hair on the ground above her head for a while, and then her hand fell to help her pat her back with a sob, Hermione lowered her head, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Alan's hand, and put it on top of her head again.

Alan chuckled and enchanted Hermione's head again.

There was silence in the tower, and for a long time, Hermione looked up embarrassedly, her reddish nose and watery eyes looked particularly cute.

Alan said gently, "Hermione, step on my feet." Then Alan grabbed Hermione and helped her step on her feet.

Hermione felt like she would never forget the thrill she felt when she heard Alan's words.

In this way, Alan held Hermione's armpit and let her feet stand on his feet, and the two men were so close that each other's snorts seemed to spill on each other's cheeks, and they walked step by step towards the perception room on the top floor.

As soon as he reached the last staircase, the door to the sensing room silently opened on its own. Under the deep and flowing starry sky, Alan led Hermione to the very middle of the perception room.

Alan turned and looked head-on at Hermione, leaning forward slightly towards Hermione, extending his right hand and bending his knee slightly.

Hermione was nervous, and her eyes gleamed with a light that Eren had never seen before.

Hermione put her hand into Ellen's palm, and Alan hugged Hermione, feeling the warmth in her palm, and hummed softly to the tune of "Long Gone Days" in her mouth.

All the tables, chairs, and perceptual divination tools seemed to be summoned by the wall, and stood neatly by the wall, leaving the middle of the room empty.

The lights in the perceiving room began to dim slowly, and finally all went out, and even the starlight overhead was obscured by the dark clouds of illusion.

Alan hugged Hermione, and the floral scent of Hermione's favorite soap accompanied Hermione's body fragrance was like a small brush, gently tugging at his heartstrings.

Hermione was also led by Eren and began to hum along.

In the darkness, the dancing duo drew closer and closer, Hermione's long hair brushing Alan's cheeks as she danced, their warm breaths lingering in the darkness.

Hermione only felt that the palm of Allen's hand on her waist was hot, and the heat seemed to jump through her clothes, through her skin, all the way to her heart, and jump onto her cheeks.

Her voice became more and more gentle and tactful, and more affectionate.

In the darkness, accompanied by the melodious tune, there was also the pounding heart of the two, feeling the heartbeat of the other, the two people became closer to each other.

The singing stopped, and the two men stopped, but did not separate, feeling each other's heartbeats and breathing.

Although in the darkness, they couldn't see each other's expressions and movements, Hermione raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and Alan also lowered her head, choking at the two soft sheets.

Allen's right palm gently supported the back of Hermione's head, and his left hand hugged Hermione. Hermione matched his movements, wrapping her hand around his neck, and the two men moved closer together, as if they were about to merge with each other.

Hermione's breath seemed to be taken away, and Allen's burning breath rushed to her face, her warm and fiery lips pressed against her, tossing and turning to find an exit.

Alan gradually increased the strength on Hermione's waist, and she deepened the strength of the fingers around the back of his neck. Hermione only felt that her chest was gradually heating and hot in the exchange of lips and tongues, and time seemed to stand still, and the inexplicable restlessness and restlessness aroused leaked out through the silver liquid at the corners of her lips, and the breathing in her ears became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, the bodies of the two men froze, and a message came from the sensory imprint, Mr. Harris was urging Alan to hurry to the Hogwarts lawn, and Durmstrang's wizard in charge of picking up the exchange students was about to arrive at Hogwarts.

The two of them separated, and in this dark silence, although they couldn't see each other's expressions and movements, they could feel each other's breathing a little rapid. Hermione couldn't help but twist her body, trying to avoid Allen's direction.

"It's time for me to go. ”

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