Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Hermione seemed to whisper something outside the door, but Evan, whose thoughts went wild, did not hear her clearly.

After confirming that it was Hermione who was knocking at the door, he hurried over and opened it.

Inside the room, the orange candlelight glowed faintly, and the lighting was very soothing.

Although this was not exactly the most romantic spot, and normally not ideal for him to make his big confession, what had just happened at the stadium created enough of a bond between the two to make this time more fitting than ever.

Both of them are very excited, filled with the joy brought by survival, and the desire to further their relationship.

Evan even felt that Hermione would agree to whatever he would ask for at the moment. As for the biggest obstacle of age, he had to just ignore it!

He let her into his room, ready to summon up his courage to speak up his mind.

“Hermione, I…”

“I know, Evan!” Hermione said suddenly. “Lie in bed and I’ll help you…”

Looking at her, she seemed very determined and dared not look at Evan at all.

“Lie in bed?!” Evan blinked and asked in a daze, “What for?!”

Why would he lie in bed?! What was she going to do for him?!

“Take off your clothes; it will be more convenient…” Hermione whispered.

Looking at her shy face, Evan felt his heart pounding, beating violently, and his face turned reddish.

This was going extremely fast! He didn’t expect Hermione to be so direct and skip all bases…

But wasn’t this a little too fast? To lie in bed… and to undress?! Was he the only one to be getting undressed, or was Hermione to join him? He wondered…

Evan was entangled, not knowing what to do. He had no experience about this, at all.

Imagine that the girl you like sneaking into your room alone in the middle of the night, and without hesitating, asking you to get undressed and lie in bed. What kind of happiness would that bring?!

All in all, Hermione’s request managed to take the ever prepared Evan off-guard…

There was a voice inside him, telling him to do as Hermione said.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t just take off his clothes and lie down without asking for clarification!

Besides, he was not sure yet. How was Hermione going to help him exactly?!

“Hurry up; we’ll go to bed as soon as we’re done!” Hermione urged, “Sirius has just said that you need to rest now, and that the heavy use of magic has put a great burden on your body that you must rest for it to gradually recover.”

There was nothing wrong with that. Sirius did say that.

But listening to all what she said and linking it together made Evan feel weird. Was this Hermione he knew?!

“Hermione, what on earth are we going to do?” Evan finally couldn’t help but ask, “Are…”

“Just when I went upstairs, I thought, I’ll come and help you with your potion!” Hermione looked at him strangely. “When the stadium box collapsed, I saw that your back was cut by rubble; it was bleeding. You have to deal with it as soon as possible. If you get infected, you’ll be in trouble!”

“Oh…” Evan sighed with relief.

His back was indeed scratched by the fallen debris, but the injury was not very serious, so Evan did not mind.

Now when Hermione mentioned it, the thought of preventing infection sounded logical. Since Hermione was willing to treat his wounds, he would naturally not refuse.

Evan took off his shirt as fast as he could and lay on the bed.

“The Wiggenweld Potion is in that cloth bag, take it out yourself if you may!” he said to Hermione, pointing to the pocket on the table.

There was a lot of space inside, in addition to The Book of Abraham; there were many magic books and all kinds of potions that had been developed by Evan during the past two years for any case of emergency.

Hermione opened Evan’s bag and rummaged inside.

“You’ve already made so many potions!” said Hermione in surprise.

“Hey, what’s this?”

Hearing Hermione’s voice, Evan just thought that in the afternoon, he had stuffed Elaine’s underwear in there!

His whole body shivered. If Hermione found out…

At that time, how could Evan explain to her how he got a girl’s underwear?! There was simply no way at all to explain it!

Evan got up as fast as he could and rushed over to Hermione, who was rummaging through the cloth bag looking for the Wiggenweld Potion.

“Hermione, let me do it. There are too many potions in there, and you won’t be able to find the one we need for a while!” Evan said.

The only good thing for him now was that the cloth bag had been extended by the Undetectable Extension Charm and didn’t give people an intuitive idea of what was inside. They had to take them out one by one to confirm.

Hermione hadn’t found the underwear yet. What had just amazed her was just a bottle of a rare potion.

Evan made up his mind to get rid of that underwear as soon as Hermione would leave.

Hermione did not argue with Evan. In fact she was trying to calm down, especially that the way Evan looked now, so close to her, made her feel a little embarrassed.

Feeling Evan’s breath, Hermione’s heart beat violently.

Looking at the boy’s bare upper body should be nothing noteworthy. But when she thought of helping him with potion, her face immediately turned red!

Before she came here, she probably thought like Evan did, but she finally made up her mind…

For a while, holding Evan’s potion in her hand, Hermione stared at his back.

There were many small wounds on it, most of which had solidified, but several were still oozing blood.

As the two were falling, Evan used his body to protect Hermione, so that she would not be hurt.

Hermione scattered the Wiggenweld Potion on the larger wound, and the scar began healing quickly.

This potion was really effective. Madam Pomfrey had been using it to deal with various injuries of the young wizards.

As for the more minor wounds, it was inconvenient to sprinkle the Wiggenweld Potion on them.

Hermione thought for a moment, then poured the Wiggenweld Potion on the palm of her hand and applied it on Evan’s back.

She blushed, and then focused on the task at hand and tried not to think about the mess.

Hermione did it very carefully and spread it evenly.

Feeling her soft hands, and the palm of her hand gently rubbing his back, Evan’s heart itched badly.

This was not an evening to skip… He had to confess!

He lay there and began to think again.

In fact, Hermione’s every touch gave him a strange feeling, and as if she was electrifying him, the feeling of crispness and numbness spread throughout his body.

Evan enjoyed the atmosphere, but there was an impulse in the depths of his heart…

Neither of them spoke, and in the room, there was only the faint sound of the candle burning.

The temperature seemed to be rising, and Evan’s impulse was getting stronger and stronger.

When Hermione’s little hand touched his waist, Evan felt that he could no longer help it.

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and rotated directly, turning Hermione around, pressing under him…