"Of course, your dearest big brother Merlin!" The voice of a certain yokai sounded outside the door.

"Climb for me!" Owen roared.

"What kind of door do you knock on at night, is there any public morality, and others don't have to sleep? Tomorrow it's eight days in the morning! ”

"Alas~~~" There was a strange sound outside the door, "but I lived in this room before." ”

"Reopen one yourself, didn't you pre-save - stole 20,000 Galleons from me?" Owen said angrily, "I warn you, don't knock on my door again tonight." ”

He drew his wand and cast several layers of protective charms on the door, which might not have helped Merlin, but what if someone else bothered him.

"Araala—it seems that there is more than one person in the room, am I disturbing you?"

“.”

"Bang!"

Owen heard something fall on the floor in the bathroom.

It must have been a panicked Hermione who accidentally knocked over the shower gel or something.

He was frank, Hermione and he had a wedding, and there was nothing to hide.

"I know and ask, go away!" He continued to speak viciously.

"Alaala, you're still too young." Merlin said playfully, but although his tone was relaxed, he still had a serious mixture in it, "I keep reminding you that too early is not good for your health, do you think I'm talking about you?" ”

"That little girl has obviously been abused, and I don't know what you've done to this unconscionable guy, she is now a little anemic, and there are other minor problems, all of which require quiet cultivation to heal."

"Am I better than you know?" Owen spoke, his voice weakening a little.

"Hmph—so, get out of here."

"Oh, really." Merlin outside the door sighed, "It's good to be young." ”

As he spoke, the sound of footsteps walking away sounded.

He really seems to have left.

Owen in the room breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't explain to this kind of person who hadn't been in a relationship with a girl, he was stupid.

If you don't grasp some opportunities this time, there may not be a next time.

The courage that has been mustered, if there is no response, will only wear out, and slowly even that emotion will wear off.

Sometimes you don't need to do more, but you have to do something.

A little warmth is enough.

After about another minute, the bathroom door opened.

Hermione walked out with a slight flush.

Her hair was dry, presumably the work of magic.

Wearing a silk material, at a glance, she knew that it was not her choice, but more like the pajamas that Fleur would buy.

Light pink, loose style, like a dress, the skirt has delicate lace lace, and the soft fabric sways a little bit in the wind.

An air of romance and elegance overflows.

"This is, Fleur gave it to me." She said.

"It's beautiful." Owen immediately continued, and as he walked over to Hermione, he said gently, "It would be better if it was black." ”

“.”

Hermione glanced at him.

Then I saw Owen enter the bathroom as well.

"It's time for me to take a shower." He said.

Then quickly closed the door.

The room was still filled with the smell of Miss Granger.

Ahem - it's a bit perverted!

It's fine—Hermione wouldn't notice it anyway.

It was hazy and full of damp water vapor.

A faint scent of lavender filled the tip of his nose.

This was Hermione's most used shower gel, and he knew it because it was a Muggle product, and at school she would ask Dobby to help buy it, and of course she would pay for it.

And Dobby told him about it.

Turning his head, he saw Hermione put her fanny pack, as well as her undressed clothes and underwear in a metal basket at the door, to avoid some discordant things that would cause the chapter to not be released, so Owen only looked at it for a few seconds, and then seriously stuffed the pieces of clothes back into his waist bag.

Then, undress, turn on the rain.

I borrowed Hermione's bath items and washed my hair. Put on the shower gel, rinse, turn off the water, and snap your fingers to dry your body.

The whole journey takes less than two minutes.

And then—Owen didn't leave in a hurry, but stared at the huge mirror on the wall, admiring his body—and explained in advance that he wasn't a pervert—for the first time since he woke up, he had clearly seen the changes in his body.

The silver hair on his head is no longer visible, his gray eyes have been replaced by emerald green, and even his face shape and facial features have changed a lot.

There are a lot of muscles in the limbs.

Abdominal muscles can still be faintly seen, but they are all normal to humans without special exercises.

But - Owen pinched the metal pipe that supplied the water from the rain, and with a slight force in his palm, the pipe was visibly flattened.

The strength of the body has increased dramatically - no, it should be an exaggerated increase.

Owen didn't know if the strength was high enough to reach the limits of human flesh, but judging by the fact that he could bend the metal pipe effortlessly, not many humans could do it.

Ancient magic, which turns him into another person

It's an irrefutable fact, and now that I think about it, the human form of the outer god's part of the essence may not be imitating him, but his appearance is converging with that guy.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." Owen muttered, waved his hand, and the dented pipe returned to normal.

He then took out his pajamas from his backpack, adjusted his mind, and walked out of the bathroom.

The whole journey takes less than three minutes.

"Yo, I haven't slept yet."

Owen glanced at the living room, well—didn't see the second bed out of shape, and the results were already obvious.

Hermione, on the other hand, was a little overwhelmed on the bed, and she quickly gathered the blankets and wrapped herself tightly.

"Do you boys take a shower so fast?" Hermione said with a flustered look on her face, she was just thinking about the mess, a little stunned, and in the blink of an eye, Owen came out—it felt like he had just entered.

"That's slow." Owen said, "Most of the time I'll just simply flush and cleanse the charm. You only stay in the bath for a long time when you are bathing. ”

Modern magic is more convenient than you can imagine.

In fact, the wizard's bath is entirely psychological, and in most cases it will be clean with a few cleaning charms on himself with a wave of his wand.

Unless, of course, you're contaminated with something that can't be washed off by a spell, then the wizard will think of something else.

"By the way, when it comes to taking a bath, don't go to the prefect's bathroom to take a bath." He walked over, and then lay down next to Miss Granger very naturally.

The temperature in Egypt is also above 25 degrees Celsius at night, and even higher in cities like Cairo.

However, the inn seems to have cast a constant temperature spell on the room, and the temperature has been maintained in the early twenties.

Neither hot nor cold.

So, he didn't grab the blanket with Hermione.

"Why?"

Although Hermione and Owen didn't have a lot of kisses and hugs, it was the first time they slept in the same bed.

Bed - the most intimate place for all.

Let her get used to the pillow and suddenly there is another person, it is estimated that it will take a long time.

"It's not that myrtle, she's always sneaking into the prefect's bathroom to peek at other people's showers, like Percy, Bill, Charlie, Cedric, and the macho man from Demoust, their bodies are all looked bare, and of course you and Fleur are all looking at it."

"What?" Hermione was shocked, and wrapped the blanket tighter, something she had never known about.

"Do you know what she says about you?" Owen turned his head to look at her and said jokingly.

"I hum - don't want to know, it's certainly not a good word." Hermione looked away, she and Fleur went to the shower every time, thinking about her figure - even if she wasn't bad, staying with Fleur would definitely be compared.

With that in mind, Miss Granger suddenly felt a kind of resentment towards her good friend.

"Hey—that's smart." Owen said, then looked at Hermione as if she was in a trance, quickly grabbed the corner of the blanket and slid in.

"Oops!" Hermione tried to resist, but someone was quite fast, and her guard had just loosened a little, so he easily got there.

Under the blanket, the boy hugged the girl over.

The silk pajamas are very comfortable to the touch, smooth and close to the skin.

The quilt was full of the scent of lavender on the girl's body, as well as two pounding hearts.

The two were so close that Owen could feel the softness in his arms.

Although he couldn't see it, Miss Granger's white, smooth little feet were slender and powerful, and her muscular legs were pressed under his legs, so that they were closer together.

Hermione's head was so dizzy that she could barely think of anything.

She just felt a moist sensation covering her lips, which then intensified.

A complex sweet aroma enveloped the tips of the noses of the two.

Each other's breath and heartbeat are intertwined.

Gradually, an indescribable joy and happiness filled them all.

A few minutes later, when it was all over, there was only heavy gasps.

Hermione bit her lips and teeth, and a bold idea came to her heart that she wanted this to continue.

"Ahem. Miss Granger, your kissing skills have improved a lot. A teasing voice sounded, and the heat blew on her cheeks, and Hermione, she shivered like an electric shock. Then he looked at Owen with a confused look.

"What happened between the end of the battle and the time you found me? Tell me about it. ”

Looking at that look, Owen's face was a little red.

Then a very unnatural 'hard' and tough change of subject.

"Hmm." Hermione whispered.

Then, after a pause, he began to tell what he had seen and heard in the past few weeks.

She spoke in detail, gently, with her head bowed and her cheek pressed against Owen's neck, as if she were talking to herself.

Her shaggy hair was tickling the fiery teenager.

Obviously, he wasn't interested in that at all, he wasn't listening to Hermione much at all, he was dealing with something else.

It was only a few minutes before Hermione finished telling her what had happened to her.

Then there was silence.

Ambiguous silence.

Things are going in a discordant direction, and that requires someone to get into the cab and slam on the accelerator — uh, not — the brakes, a hard brake.

Then Hermione looked up again and whispered, "Do you have any bedtime stories?" ”

She was made to cry stupidly by the way she broke the silence bluntly. "I'm — I used to like to read biographies of celebrities, historical documents. It's just before bedtime, it's fun, and you fall asleep just looking at it. ”

“.”

Hearing this, Owen calmed down for a moment, and then opened his mouth and said, "So those bedtime magic books you prepared before are all used to help you sleep!" ”

"Some are." Hermione replied with some embarrassment that her little secret had been discovered. The character of the school bully is about to collapse.

"But you know, wizard books are basically not written at all, those magic books are fine, but once you get to literature, history books, the reading experience is terrible."

"I understand." Owen said he had even seen people write a history of magic in the Shakespearean style, and the whole text was so long and difficult that it made you dizzy just by turning the title page and looking at the dense words.

"Bedtime stories—I know one." Owen suddenly had an idea, he coughed lightly, moistened his throat and began to tell the story.

———— Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, who live at No. 4 Privet Road, always proudly say that they are unruly people.

Please, please. They have never been involved in strange things, because they don't believe in those evil ways at all.

Mr. Vernon Dursley was a supervisor at a company called Browning, which made drilling rigs. He was tall and burly, so fat that he almost lost his neck, but he had a big beard

Listening to this, Hermione suddenly came back to her senses, wasn't this Harry's uncle and aunt?

"What are you talking about?" She asked angrily.

"Harry Potter!" Owen replied sincerely.

“.” Hermione sighed, she didn't have the strength to preach about the nonsense of the guy in front of her. Now- was he going to make up stories about Harry?

All right.

Hermione, who shrank back helplessly and put herself in a comfortable position, said softly, "Please continue." ”

"Okay!"

———— Dursleys lacked nothing, but they had a secret that they feared most would be discovered. They thought they wouldn't be able to bear it if anyone found out about the Potters

And our story begins on a dark, gloomy Tuesday.

It's in the storage room at the Dursley Mansion, under the stairs.

'Bang'

In the calm storage room, there was a noise.

Then a beautiful girl with black hair and green eyes fell headlong on the small bed under her, she stretched out her hand, rubbed her head, tried to sit up, and accidentally bumped into the ceiling of the room.

"Oops!" Another scream.

A Harley who had returned from another world opened her eyes.

Hermione didn't speak, but her hidden expression grew strange.

Did Harry become Halle?

Owen, this guy, thinks about something every day.

The story quickly enters Hogwarts.

Just as Owen talks about Harry and Draco getting tangled with each other, Snape getting in the way, and Ron preparing to dig into the wall.

Miss Granger couldn't take it anymore.

She kicked Owen and stopped him.

What a broken story, it's not real at all.

The ten minutes I poured into my ears were all dross.

But this story is a good sleep, and soon her breathing becomes steady, and the warmth envelops her, and she survives the night peacefully.

Early the next morning.

The morning sun shone on Owen's face, and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling the fresh air blowing through the breeze. Owen rubbed his temples, his eyes a little sore

Last night – it was a tough night.

It took him a lot of effort to fall asleep.

Miss Granger, on the other hand, slept soundly, her face pressed against Owen's chest, and she breathed with a hint of laziness.

Owen looked at her quietly, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.

Miss Granger seemed to notice Owen's movements, and she moved her body slightly, then slowly opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Owen." She smiled, with a hint of languidness and contentment in her voice and a rising flush.

"Good morning, Miss Granger." Owen responded.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then he kissed Hermione softly on the forehead.

After a short period of ambiguity.

Hermione was about to get up.

She doesn't have the habit of sleeping lazy, no matter how late she slept last night, she would wake up on time at seven or eight the next day, unless she stayed up all night.

Owen wasn't in a hurry, he didn't have much to do today.

He'll have to wait for things to find himself.

So it doesn't matter if you lie down a little longer.

And just as Hermione was washing, there was a knock on their door.

After a few moments, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and cautiously opened the door.

The person who came was a witch in her thirties, whom she did not know.

This made Hermione wary.

"Hello me. Am I knocking on the wrong door? ”

The witch was also slow to react when she saw that it was Hermione, and she didn't seem to expect that it would be a girl who opened the door.

"Not really."

Voices came from the room.

It was Owen, who was already dressed and sitting on the couch with a sip of tea to refresh himself.

"Why did you leave yesterday so suddenly, hospital." Before the witch could finish speaking, her voice was interrupted by Owen.

"What about the old priest, it's good to look for her, I will never do a business that is not a monopoly." With a cup of warm tea in the stomach, the soreness in the eyes seems to be relieved, of course, this may be a psychological effect.

"The High Priest wants to see you." The therapist continued, "She's very interested in your treatment, and isn't it a good thing that the two techniques are interacting with each other to facilitate learning?" ”

"It's good for her, it's not for me. Well, you're good to go. Owen waved his hand impatiently.

And the therapist really didn't force it, turned around and left the door.

Hermione closed the door again, then turned to look at Owen, "What's going on, who is she?" ”

"Healers at the Ikul Hospital for the Disabled and Magical, well—a local Egyptian magical hospital." Owen explained.

Then he began to tell Hermione about what had happened yesterday.

By the way, I ordered a morning door-to-door service.

Five minutes later, a sumptuous breakfast fills the living room table, fragrant and appetizing.

"You mean, that high priest is weird."

"Obviously yes." Owen picked up a pie made of minced meat and spices, which the Egyptians called falafel.

Took a bite and well—it tasted delicious.

"Then let's report her quickly! There is nothing more evil than such a cruel use of a wizard's soul for its invisible ends. ”

"Heh—they are respected high priests, and important healers for the treatment of mutations, if they really value us, Merlin and I couldn't leave the hospital yesterday, and they will definitely keep us. An unknown therapist won't be sent over this morning, but at least the head of the department. Owen took another bite of a soup called Talibt, made from legumes such as chickpeas, broad beans, and lentils.

"People don't value us at all, do you think they will believe the truth?"

"What then?"

"Wait." Owen said, "The High Priest's cure is nothing more than a hot pot of water, and sooner or later those patients will have complications, and—you don't wonder where she got those souls." Hmph - someone has her back behind her. It's obvious. Owen said, "If you want to make a move, you have to eradicate the grass and roots, and you have to wipe everyone down." ”

"But—" Hermione was still a little worried, "this is Egypt—there are people who have bad intentions against us, how can we have the strength and the manpower to carry it out?" ”

"Hmm-" Owen nodded, "Indeed, it seems to be shaking." ”

He said.

But suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Owen is only considered to be the editor of May. He put down the Talibt in his hand, got up and went to the door.

When the door opened, he was a little surprised.

This is the man he's seen.

Yesterday in the breakfast room, the Ministry of Magic official.

Miss Granger's admiration for the little witch's father.

"Something?" Owen said with an eyebrow raised.

"I am." The middle-aged wizard naturally noticed Hermione in the room.

His face looked haggard, his eyes had a faint dark circle, and although the corners of his mouth were smiling, there was a sadness between his eyebrows.

"I'm coming to Miss Granger." The man said that he did not enter the door, but stood behind the door and said inside, "Nefer came home last night, she cried a lot, she was depressed, she had not eaten all day. ”

"I want to." The man shrugged his nose, then pulled a letter out of his pocket, "I hope Miss Granger will come to my house and comfort Nefer for me." ”

As if afraid that Hermione would not agree, the man added, "I hope Miss Granger can understand a father's concerns, and if it weren't for the fact that there is no way, I won't bother you." ”

In the room, Hermione quickly stood up, she looked at Nefer's father with a little apology, and hurriedly said, "Of course, sir, I will go." ”

(End of chapter)