Lovell's face was full of grievances, tears were glistening to the corners of his eyes, and he looked pitiful.

From its point of view, Hermione couldn't afford to flip the table.

Looking at Lovell's aggrieved look, Hermione's heart softened suddenly, but she still had to maintain her majesty, so she tried to put on an angry look and said to the wolf cub: "Call you dishonest, just, just-"

Lovell tilted his head, "It's just normal communication and communication." ”

Lovell didn't lie, licking each other is indeed a way to communicate and communicate in the wolf pack, and if you want to express friendly emotions, licking each other's fur is the easiest way.

Hermione's heart flashed with a realization: her wolf cub had been trying to communicate with her, so should she cooperate?

Learn to think like a wolf!

She breathed a sigh of relief, and since she had made a decision, she would implement it. The girl sat on the edge of the bed, put her hand on her waist, and pinched the waist of the pantyhose.

It was a sheer black that seemed to capture all eyes and make them sink in this dreamlike black.

With their efforts, the black color slowly faded like a tide, revealing a touching whiteness. Fairness gradually expands and occupies the mainstream. Eventually, a white, smooth little foot broke free from its pantyhose. The feet were fair, there were no traces of dead skin and calluses on them, and they were as smooth as a peeled egg. It still seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the free air around it, so it tensed up like a shy flower.

The wolf cub was a little overwhelmed. For some reason, its heart beat faster.

Maybe pheromones are at fault.

Hermione's scent, Hermione's temperature, Hermione's ...... All.

A white foot reached next to the wolf cub, and the nails on it glowed with a healthy sheen.

Hermione condescendingly looked at the wolf cub squatting there in a daze, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and kept telling herself that this was the most normal way of communication in the wolf clan, and said in a calm tone: "You wolf clan, don't you like to communicate in this way?" ”

Hermione sat on the bed, feeling the novelty of the experience, her delicate skin rustling to the touch, and she couldn't help but want to laugh.

Soon, Lovell was obediently squatting on the edge of the bed.

"Whoever remembers me can only remember me." Hermione said as she toed Louffle's chin.

As a wolf clan known for its wildness, Lovell should have sternly refused, and then angrily reprimanded Hermione for her domineering, but today, somehow, it subconsciously said "um", which was regarded as agreeing to Hermione.

Once he nodded in agreement, he couldn't go back, so Lovell agreed to Hermione in a vague way.

Seeing that the wolf cub agreed, a smile appeared on Hermione's lips.

Very good, she was satisfied.

She was afraid of losing Lovell, afraid that one day it would suddenly say that she had a new contract and was leaving, so she decided to tie the two up tightly so that it would be reluctant to leave her......

It seems to be a success.

Eventually, the exchange of information between Lovell and Hermione ended.

……

While Lovell and Hermione were communicating as wolves, Dumbledore was busy at his desk at distant Hogwarts.

His phoenix Fawkes, clawing at the back of the chair, stood on a chair next to his desk, looking at his companion with curiosity.

At first glance, Dumbledore was doing needlework: there were some fabrics on his desk, as well as needles and threads, all of which were standard for needlework. However, one more glance reveals the difference between Dumbledore's needlework and regular Muggle needlework - the needle on Dumbledore's desk moves on its own.

The silver needle flew like a butterfly, and even the thread on the tail string was flying up and down. Soon, a small pouch was gradually revealed. After the last stitch was punched, the needle made a knot around itself, turned around its head, and with a whoosh snapped the thread was broken, and a plain but finely stitched bag was sewn.

Looking at the finished bag, Dumbledore had no intention of calling it a day. He drew his wand and pressed it against the bag, and an obscure incantation came out of his mouth.

After the last syllable was uttered, a flash of light flashed on the bag, and Dumbledore was considered to have completed this "little handiwork".

Fawkes tilted his head sideways, staring at the bag on the table. It didn't understand why Albus would stay up late making something that seemed so time-consuming and laborious at first glance.

Perhaps sensing the confusion in the old man's heart, Dumbledore smiled slightly, and said to himself: "If you receive a Christmas gift from someone else, you have to return the gift, how can you be embarrassed to take advantage of a little wolf cub if you are old?" ”

Fawkes realized that the bag on the table had been given to Lovell.

The bag looks unremarkable, not even as beautiful as a pound-a-pound knitted sachet at a roadside market, but anyone with a discerning eye knows it's something extraordinary, because the man who made it was Albus Dumbledore, the greatest magician of the century.

Why did the greatest magician of the century go to such lengths to make a small bag for a wolf cub? It all started with the wool socks.

Dumbledore was quite touched when he received the wool stocking, although he thought that the wolf cub was most likely a blind cat meeting a dead mouse - where did the wolf who grew up in the Forbidden Forest learn the meaning of the wool stocking? Did the centaurs teach?

But that didn't stop him from being happy.

A happy Dumbledore decided to give Lovell a gift in return. This is normal, but it is really not a gentleman to receive a Christmas gift from someone but not prepare to return the gift, but the difficulty lies in what to return?

Gifts should be given to their liking, but what do wolves like? You can't send a rabbit over, can you?

Dumbledore was inspired by the news that Fawkes had brought back: wolves, unlike humans, had a very difficult time carrying things with them, as evidenced by the book that had been left behind in the office.

So why don't you make a storage item for it?

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The second is more present, by the way, a GIF of a white wolf cub!