Three days later, when Allen was walking through the hall, he saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading the words on a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up. Draco Malfoy looked very excited. When he saw Allen, he squeezed towards him.
"According to the notice, they'll send someone to pick us up on Sunday. We'll be the ten pure-blooded wizards from the training class. We'll be using the key, right?" Malfoy seemed a little excited. He had always had a good impression of Demstrand.
Allen did not comment on this. While there were still a few days left, he needed to quickly complete the final handover of some trivial matters on hand, such as the leader of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
In Harris Tower, Allen was watching the video of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Hermione came to his side with a few tomes.
"You'll be leaving on the weekend, Allen. I found some books about Demstrand and Scandinavia. Maybe one day you'll be able to use them …" Hermione dropped the pile of tomes on the table in front of Allen.
Allen looked at the books that had been wiped clean and nodded seriously.
Allen, who was about to leave Hogwarts for Demstrand, received a lot of gifts and blessings. Hermione took the initiative to organize these gifts for him and followed Allen around.
On the morning of the weekend, Allen, who had just entered Harris Tower, saw Hermione with a pale face and dark circles under her eyes standing in front of a huge map.
"Allen, in the vast land of Demstrand school, there are many magnificent landscapes, especially some dark, ghostly ships that are anchored in the lake in the mountains behind the school. In the summer, students can dive in the lake, but you won't stay there for that long, will you? " Upon hearing the sound, Hermione raised her head and looked at Allen. Her shrunken white front teeth were faintly discernible as she opened and closed her mouth.
?? Allen looked at the haggard Hermione and thought of her abnormal state of anxiety these days. His right hand could not help but press down on Hermione's chattering lips, and his left hand held Hermione's shoulder. "Hermione, don't worry. Although Demstrand once carried the name of the darkest magic academy in the world, it is only a school after all. I won't be in danger. Besides, we can still meet in the tower often after school, right? "
Allen's sudden intimate action stunned Hermione. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a few drops of crystal clear tears finally rolled down her eyelashes and fell to the ground.
Allen rubbed Hermione's disheveled head, and then gently stroked her long hair, which gradually slid down her back, and pulled Hermione into his arms.
Hermione could not help but sob softly, her back trembling slightly.
Allen hugged Hermione, and used his hand to stroke her hair for a while, and then his hand fell down to pat her back while she was sobbing. Hermione lowered her head, and suddenly reached out to grab Allen's hand, and put it on her head again.
Allen chuckled, and enchanted Hermione's head again.
The tower was quiet for a long time, and Hermione raised her head in embarrassment. Her slightly red nose and watery eyes were especially cute.
Allen said gently, "Hermione, step on my foot." Then Allen supported Hermione, and helped her step on his foot.
Hermione felt that she would never forget the feeling of her heart beating fast when she heard Allen's words.
In this way, Allen held Hermione's armpits, and let her stand on his foot. The two of them were so close that their breaths seemed to sprinkle on each other's cheeks, and they walked step by step towards the perception room on the top floor.
Just as they reached the last step, the perception room's door silently opened by itself. Under the deep, endlessly flowing starry sky, Allen led Hermione to the very center of the perception room.
Allen turned around to face Hermione, and his body leaned slightly forward towards Hermione. He reached out his right hand, and his knees were slightly bent.
Hermione's whole body was tense, and her eyes flashed with a brilliance that Allen had never seen before.
Hermione put her hand in Allen's palm, and Allen hugged Hermione, feeling the warmth in his palm, and softly hummed the tune of "Long Gone Days."
All the tables, chairs, and perception divination tools seemed to have been summoned by the wall, and stood neatly by the wall, emptying the space in the very center of the room.
The lights in the perception room began to slowly dim, and finally all went out. Even the starlight above their heads was blocked by the dark clouds formed by the illusion.
Allen hugged Hermione, and the floral fragrance of Hermione's favorite soap, together with the fragrance of Hermione's body, was like a small brush that gently plucked at his heartstrings.
Hermione was also driven by Allen to hum along.
In the darkness, the two people dancing lightly got closer and closer. Hermione's long hair gently brushed against Allen's cheek as it danced, and their warm breaths intertwined in the darkness.
Hermione only felt that Allen's hand on her waist was hot, and that heat seemed to penetrate her clothes, through her skin, all the way to her heart and to her cheeks.
Her voice became more and more gentle and sweet, and more and more affectionate.
In the darkness, the two people's thumping hearts accompanied the melodious tune. Feeling each other's heartbeats, the two people got closer and closer to each other.
The song stopped, and the two people stopped, but they didn't separate, feeling each other's heartbeats and breaths.
Although they couldn't see each other's expressions and movements in the darkness, Hermione gently raised her head and closed her eyes. Allen also lowered his head and held those two soft breasts.
Allen's right hand gently supported the back of Hermione's head, and his left hand hugged Hermione's waist. Hermione cooperated with his movements, wrapping her hands around his neck. The two people got closer, as if they were about to become one.
Hermione's breath seemed to be taken away, and Allen's scorching breath hit her in the face. His warm and hot lips pressed tightly against her, twisting and grinding to find an exit.
Allen gradually increased the strength of his hands around Hermione's waist, and she also increased the strength of her fingers around his neck. Hermione only felt her chest gradually heating up as their tongues moved. Time seemed to have stopped, and an inexplicable uneasiness and restlessness leaked out through the silver liquid at the corner of their lips. The sound of their breathing became heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, the two people's bodies froze, and a message came from the sensory imprint. Mr. Harris was urging Allen to hurry to the Hogwarts Lawn. Demstrand was in charge of picking up the exchange students, and they were about to arrive at the Hogwarts.
The two people separated. In the darkness and silence, although they couldn't see each other's expressions and movements, they could feel each other's breathing was a little hurried. Hermione couldn't help but twist her body, trying to avoid Allen's direction.
"I should go."
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