Fudge walked out of the Leaky Cauldron calmly. He is planning to ask a reporter from the "Daily Prophet" for an exclusive interview, so as to clear himself of the label of "incompetence" that he has been labeled these days.

"Never invite Rita Skeeter." This was Fudge's first reaction, that woman was too vicious, and good things would turn bad in her mouth. But Fudge's good mood disappeared as soon as he saw Dawlish. Because he saw a man standing beside Dawlish: Albus Dumbledore.

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Tom had no choice but to sleep in the same bed with Hermione when the Minister of Magic jumped in line.

He smiled apologetically at Hermione, expressing that he was also helpless.

Old Tom disappeared for a while, and when he reappeared, he was holding Harry's suitcase and cage in his hand, accompanied by a confused Harry.

"All right?" Tom blinked at him.

Harry was confused. "I didn't get punished, but I don't understand—"

"Okay, go back to your room and rest first, you have a whole vacation to chat!" Old Tom interrupted Harry, and led them up a beautiful wooden staircase, first bringing Tom to the In front of a door, there is a brass number [Seven] pasted on the door. Old Tom unlocked it and opened the door for Tom and Hermione. Inside the room was a soft-looking bed, a few pieces of shiny oak furniture, and the fire was raging in the fireplace, and the crackling flames gave off a scent of wood.

Harry stood at the back, thinking that Tom would come out after putting down the luggage for Hermione, but unexpectedly, Yordle entered the same bedroom with Hermione in front of him and closed the door.

Harry: I couldn't understand it, but I was so shocked that I couldn't move for a moment, as if I had been robbed of my virginity.

After Tom entered the room, he put the suitcase on the ground and was about to open it, but Hermione pushed it away. Hermione ran to the box in a hurry, and pressed the box that had opened a gap.

"You go take a shower first! Leave the suitcase to me to pack," Hermione smiled unnaturally, pointing to the bathroom and urging Tom to take a shower first. She didn't want Tom to look through all the clothes in his closet.

Tom scratched the back of his head. "Okay then? Sure you don't need—"

"unnecessary!"

Immediately afterwards, Tom was pushed into the bathroom by a pair of tender little hands.

After arranging Tom, Hermione opened the box and quickly packed up her coat, underwear, shoes, and socks. When she picked up a shirt, she realized that it seemed to be a men's shirt.

"It seems to be Tom's shirt." She put the shirt aside, but after putting it down, she picked it up again.

"This is the shirt that Tom is wearing next to him..." She held the dress with both hands, subconsciously brought the tip of her nose up, and sniffed it twice: it was fragrant, and it smelled like lavender laundry detergent.

"Hermione, can you get me a change of clothes..." Tom poked his head out of the bathroom, and they both froze.

After a second of stalemate, Hermione calmly handed the shirt and a pair of shorts to Tom who was wearing old clothes. Her attitude was so indifferent that Tom couldn't help thinking that he had just read it wrong.

When the bathroom door closed again, Hermione's entire face turned red, and steam seemed to come out of her ears, and she felt her heart beating as fast as a machine gun. The sound of dripping water from the bathroom and the steam mixed with the aroma of shower gel made it even more difficult for her to calm down.

In the end, she drank a glass of ice water and opened the window to let the cold wind blow before she regained her composure.

"No!" She made a decision. Being competitive, she couldn't let herself have such a handle in Tom's hands. So, she came up with a brilliant idea.

In the workplace, what is the best way to deal with a co-worker who finds out that he is fishing? Of course, it is to induce colleagues to fish together! So Hermione set a little trap.

She waited quietly.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Hermione set the trap and called out from the bathroom door, "Tom, I want to get some supper, would you like something?"

Tom's muffled voice came from inside: "How about some cookies and hot tea?"

"Of course~" Hermione walked out of the bedroom and hurried to the bar downstairs.

Tom dried himself off and came out of the bathroom in a fresh change of clothes. At this moment, there was no one in the bedroom, Hermione had already packed the luggage, and Hermione put the suitcase neatly in the corner of the room.

There's only one place in the room that's a little messy: the bed. Hermione's changed clothes were thrown on top of it. One of the thin black socks was hanging beside the bed, and the other was hanging on Hermione's little brown boots in front of the bed.

Tom's heart pounded as he looked from the almost transparent shaft to the darker tip.

He couldn't help but took a few steps closer and stretched out his hand...

creak! The door opened.

Hermione came in carrying a silver plate with some biscuits and a pot of black tea.

Tom hopped back like a frightened rabbit to the bedside table.

"The cookies are freshly baked. For tea, can only black tea be okay?" Hermione put the plate on the table, smiling on the surface, but disappointed in her heart: she seems to have come in a bit early! The fish almost bit the hook, but was scared away by himself!

"Why is your face so red?"

"The water in the shower just now was very hot."

"Oh~ that's it - then I'm going to take a shower too, you can't peek~" Hermione picked up a biscuit, crunched it into small bites, then directly picked up the teapot, and took a sip of black tea to her mouth. Then she turned and walked into the bathroom.

Her eyes nearly popped out when she came out of the bathroom - Tom wasn't doing anything else, he was sitting at his desk studying!

Hermione's teeth were about to be gritted: I'm already taking a shower, and the bathroom wall is so thick, you won't be noticed for what you're doing, but you're actually studying? ! Are you secretly studying behind my back? !

Whether it was bearable or unbearable, Hermione immediately sat on the chair, put on the crown and began to study regardless of her hair was still wet.

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The next morning ~lightnovelpub.net~ Harry woke up from his sleep. He experienced a sense of freedom that he had never experienced before. He can sleep as long as he wants, and no one will rush into his room, draw his curtains, and throw back his quilt. More importantly, he can learn magic openly!

He went down the stairs to Old Tom's and ordered a big breakfast, which he couldn't possibly get at the Dursleys. After sitting down, Harry began to look around.

"I didn't see Miss Granger and Mr. Yoddle, did they go out early in the morning?" When Old Tom came over with a large plate of meat and a bowl of milk and fruit cereal, he couldn't help asking.

"Uh, I haven't seen them either." Old Tom shook his head and left slowly.

It wasn't until almost noon that Tom and Hermione came downstairs with dark circles under their eyes. Seeing them like this, Harry rubbed his face.

"Tom, pay attention to your body..." he said cryptically.

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