"Huh?"

McGonagall froze, feeling as if she had just misheard something.

"Invited in the middle of the night, there must be some script that needs to be read together, as a clean and self-righteous gentleman, at this time......" McGonagall looked in the mirror and took a shower, changed into a riotous flower shirt, half-buttoned placket, chest muscles and eight-pack abs looming, half-wet hair with a bit of messy sexiness, that melancholy look......

Huh?

Didn't you say that you are a good gentleman?

Why is the change of clothes so natural, as if you have been prepared for it in advance?

McGonagall straightened up, buttoned her shirt, combed her hair into an adult, looked at her sanctimonious self in the mirror, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

There's no way, there's no such thing as appearance, which he can't control casually.

"By the way, system, do you have anything here?" McGonagall suddenly remembered something.

"Seven times a night?"

"What the hell is that, does Uncle Ben seem to be someone who needs that kind of thing?"

"Now it's rumored that you can't do it."

"Who is spreading the rumors? I wonder if the rumors have been criminalized now? ”

"But it's not illegal to tell the truth." System rebuttal.

"Get out!"

McGonagall still purchased a book of industrial textile techniques from the system and took it to the next room.

McGonagall pushed open the familiar bedroom door, coughed lightly before entering, and stepped inside.

Irina wasn't in the room, and the sound of running water sounded in the bedroom next to her.

"Huh?" McGonagall's eyebrows are slightly raised, a very familiar rhythm, should she forget to bring a bath towel next?

"You, give me the bath towel." Sure enough, as soon as the sound of water stopped, the bathroom door opened a crack, and Irina's voice rang out.

"Okay." McGonagall got up and picked up the bathrobe that was placed aside and walked towards the bathroom, but she couldn't help but curse in her heart: "Please, girl, you are a tenth-level great magician, just get a water dispel technique, where can you use any bathrobe." ”

Of course, McGonagall will not say this kind of thing, after all, girls are shy, and if they want something to happen, but they can't let themselves be too active, they will always show some seemingly stupid behavior.

McGonagall handed her bathrobe to the crack in the door, and was about to say something, "Why don't we wash it together...... Something like that.

The bathrobe disappeared, and then the bathroom door closed tightly, and the jade hand that stretched out the bathroom as expected, and then pulled him in, did not appear.

"Huh?" McGonagall touched her nose slightly embarrassed, apparently thinking too much.

Soon, Irina, who was wearing a fairy dress pajamas, walked out of the bathroom, waved her hand, her wet hair dried, and looked at McGonagall sitting on the chair next to the bed and said, "I've got the word out, but I'm not sure how many elves will respond." ”

"Helena may set up a situation against you and me with the power of the clan, and the strength of the various territories must be empty, there will not be a second chance like this, and the Night Elves in the Wind Forest must be equally clear." McGonagall said with a relaxed face, "Helena wants to surprise us, and I hope this surprise we give her will be even bigger." ”

Irina walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then leaned on the head of the bed a little lazily, looked at McGonagall with a pair of blue eyes, and said with a little smile: "Your bed is occupied by two little ones, where are you going to sleep tonight?" ”

"Speaking of which, this is my bed." McGonagall looked at Irina and asked with a smile, "I wonder when you're going to pay me back half?" ”

Irina's ears were a little red from McGonagall's staring, and she snorted softly and said, "The bed is mine, and you sleep on the ground." ”

"It's so intolerable...... McGonagall sighed inwardly, but what can he do, he can't beat it, and even if he can beat it, he really can't beat it.

I had to re-spread the floor bunk that I had put away before, and lay on the bunk in a proper manner.

With the presence of floor heating and a thick layer of mattress, it is not uncomfortable to sleep on the ground at all, but it is a somewhat strange feeling psychologically.

"Goodnight, then." McGonagall spoke, turning off the light gently.

"Hmm." Irina answered.

In the room, there was silence, half-open curtains, and moonlight poured in.

McGonagall closed her eyes and tried to relax as much as she could, but her heart was pounding and she couldn't sleep quietly.

It was the first time they had slept together in the same room, and although they didn't sleep in the same bed, they could feel each other's breathing rate.

It's a very wonderful feeling.

He knew she wasn't asleep either, because he could feel her breathing rate increasing as well,

Irina tilted her head and looked in McGonagall's direction, her face showing a little unhappiness, and she was secretly annoyed in her heart, "Is this wood really sleeping on the ground?" ”

McGonagall began to hypnotize herself: "People just pity me for not having a place to sleep, so they just give me a bunk, go to bed quickly...... Sleep ......"

Just as McGonagall was about to fall asleep, a few rustling sounds suddenly came from her ears, and then a soft and warm body appeared in her arms, and a faint fragrance came with it.

"Huh?" McGonagall was stunned for a moment before she realized that she seemed to have slipped into his bed, into his arms.

In this case, there are generally two options.

1. Push the other party away, and then tell her seriously that you are not a casual person, you can't do this to me.

2. Hold each other, then let something happen naturally, and then let her be responsible.

As an adult, of course, McGonagall hugged her very naturally, soft but plump body, as if it were made of water.

"Do we die, you say?" Irina said softly.

McGonagall's hand stopped, and after a moment of silence, she whispered in her ear, "Yes, but not now." ”

The corners of Irina's mouth turned up, revealing a bright smile, and she leaned comfortably against her solid chest, "It's still so warm." ”

"Because, this heart is still hot for you." McGonagall's hand tightened slowly, holding her tight.

All distractions disappeared in this instant, and he wanted to hold her like this, quietly and tightly, as if everything was very good.

"Fleshy." Irina said with some disgust, her slightly flushed cheeks against his chest, listening to the warm beating heart and the hot temperature, the smile on her face couldn't be hidden.

……

It's really only 998 a box......

A line of words the size of a grain of rice drifted through McGonagall's mind......

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