[The system is a serious system, and the potion is also a serious potion]

Love looked at the recipe for the potion and couldn't calm down for a long time.

He now needs to find a way to get the witch's body medium.

Hair, nails and bodily fluids!

All three mediums can be used to prepare potions, but the difficulty of obtaining these three mediums is very different, not to mention the medium that will not be easily separated from the nails, just talking about body fluids and hair, although blood, sweat, ** and various metabolic fluids are all body fluids, but these are not easy for Love to access.

He can't trick the little witches into the bathtub and have a drink when they leave, right? He's not some NBA champion professional basketball forward, so he's not interested in bathwater.

Obviously, of the three items, hair is the easiest to obtain. The little witches of Gryffindor House shed a lot of their hair every day, and if Loveken went to collect them, he could still pick up quite a few in the common room, but he wouldn't.

Love didn't want to add the unsolicited hairs to his potion.

This is a potion that goes into the mouth, what if I accidentally pick up a boy's hair? What if the girl hadn't washed her hair? How unhygienic!

"Huh? Why can't male witches be body vectors? Thinking of this, Love was a little confused: is it because he is a boy? If my biological sex is male and my psychological gender is female, or my biological sex is female and my psychological gender is male, will the recipe of the potion change?

But no matter what, in order to make his potion less unacceptable, he needs to hurry up. His eyes fell on Hermione, who was sitting next to her, watching Harry and Ron play wizarding chess.

Very suitable object.

"Hermione~" Love moved the stool to the edge of Hermione's seat and whispered her name.

"What's wrong?" Hermione turned her head to look at Love, wondering why he had suddenly called her name.

"Do you usually comb your hair?" Love asked.

Hermione:......

"Of course I will comb it!" She replied with some annoyance. It's not that Hermione's untamed hair can't be handled, but it takes a lot of time and energy to smooth it out. She didn't want to care about it anymore, so the girl's hair remained slightly unkempt.

Love's gaze fell on Hermione's apparently unkempt brown hair.

Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden, and her tone became less natural: "We are students, we should focus on studying, instead of thinking about dressing up every day!" ”

This is just a strong word, but at first glance it also makes some sense.

Love scratched his chin and said, "I mean, can I help you comb your hair?" ”

Ron and Harry, who were on the side, were playing chess at a noticeable slowdown, and Ron didn't even see that Harry had made two moves in a row. They all stretched out their ears to hear some gossip.

Hermione, who heard what Love said, had red ears at the root, and she lowered her eyes and didn't respond to him immediately.

"I mean, well, get your hair in a natural way before you get home, I didn't say your hairstyle isn't good-looking, it's just, uh, Christmas......" Love was very nervous: he felt that his proposal seemed a bit presumptuous, and he now felt that the operation of scraping a few unknown hairs from the carpet did not seem unacceptable.

"If you have the time, that's fine." Hermione thought for a few seconds before finally replying.

To Love, the seconds were longer than hours, and it was as if time had stopped, and it wasn't until Hermione responded that it resumed flowing.

"Really? That's great! "Love is very happy, because his potion is now in place, and he doesn't need any strange or strange hair, just Hermione's! It's just great.

Hermione glanced up at him and saw that he was genuinely happy.

Somehow, she was happy. The girl smiled: "Then it's hard for you." ”

Hermione pulled a wooden comb out of the pocket of her robe and handed it to Love.

Love moved the stool behind Hermione's seat and gently pulled her hair, while Harry and Ron on the side looked at each other, and forced the wizard chess out of the philosophical sense of Go.

The brown hair looks fluffy, but after getting started, there is a sense of softness, as if the unkempt is only on the surface, but the inside is extremely delicate, and more importantly, there is a trace of fragrance between the hair, which makes people feel a little good out of thin air.

Love inserted a wooden comb into the ends of his hair and patiently combed it, and soon some of the disobedient strands of hair were combed down by him and into Love's pocket.

Hermione sat in her seat, feeling the wooden teeth pass over her head, occasionally feeling blocked, but the teenager behind her patiently removed these obstacles one by one, giving her an extremely comfortable experience, almost like a massage.

The lights in the lounge were dim, the fireplace was crackling, and the comfort of the touch made Hermione even a little drowsy.

After a while, she felt Love running through her hair. The boy held a leather band in one hand, and pulled Hermione's hair in the other, and wrapped it around and around it, and a simple ponytail was tied up.

"Looks like it's a lot more profitable." Love was so pleased with his work that he quietly tucked a bundle of brown hair into the pocket of his robe.

Hermione is a sheep, so is this considered a wool? Love suddenly had a strange idea.

"Thank you." Hermione didn't see Love's small movements, she thanked him and plucked up the courage to ask, "Hey, I'll trouble you later, huh...... Actually, I'm not very good at hairstyling, and your craftsmanship is pretty good. ”

She made up a terrible excuse, but Love agreed.

He couldn't ask for it!

"Great, it's not early, I'll go back and rest first, and I'll see you after the holiday!" After making an agreement with Love, Hermione bounced off her chair and ran back upstairs.

A happy smile appeared on Love's face: there is a steady supply of potions! Wool can be harvested every day!

Ron and Harry, who were sitting on the side, looked at each other with only one thought in their minds: Is Love too idle? Isn't it too much trouble to comb Hermione's hair every day? It takes a lot of effort to see her hair.

Ron glanced at Love, who seemed to be in a good mood, and sighed - what a poor child, forced to do this kind of hard work, isn't it good to spend all these time playing wizarding chess?

Love didn't know what was going on in his friends' minds, he just wanted to find a place to quickly make the potion out of it, and then taste it and try the effect.

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