Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

As expected, Colin told Evan about his experience today, and it was also a terrible mess.

Everyone’s first time would not be so perfect. Evan comforted Colin, suggesting it might be best not to discuss the topic.

“So, how was Quidditch practice?”

“It was a nightmare,” said Ron in a surly voice, without looking up, as if he wanted to drown himself in the soup.

“Oh come on,” said Hermione, looking at Ginny, “I’m sure it wasn’t that…”

“Yes, it was,” said Ginny. “It was appalling. Angelina was nearly in tears by the end of it.”

Ron and Ginny went off for baths after dinner; Colin went to find his brother, and Evan, Harry, Hermione, and Elaine returned to the busy Gryffindor common room.

Elaine continued to read the book introducing vampires, and Hermione urged Evan and Harry to do the endless homework.

Evan now worked with fifth years on essays, and the professors agreed.

They all knew he was taking the exams this year, and if Umbridge hadn’t denied it, they would have wanted Evan to attend the fifth year classes.

Just as Evan and Harry stared blankly at the complex new star chart for Astronomy, Fred and George turned up.

“Ron and Ginny not here?” asked Fred, looking around as he pulled up a chair and then whispered, “Good. We were watching their practice. They’re going to be slaughtered. They’re complete rubbish without us.”

“Actually, Ginny’s not bad; if she knew what cooperation meant, she’d be great too,” said George fairly.

“Has Ron saved a goal yet?”

“Well, he can do it if he doesn’t think anyone’s watching him,” said Fred, rolling his eyes. “So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up his end. This way, he’ll catch the Quaffle.”

He got up again and moved restlessly to the window, staring out across the dark grounds.

“You know, Quidditch was about the only thing in this place worth staying for.”

“Don’t be silly,” Hermione cast him a stern look. “You’ve got exams coming!”

“Told you already, we’re not fussed about N.E.W.T.s. That’s not important at all. The Snackboxes are ready to roll, and other joke products are also ready. With Evan’s help, we even have experience in mass production.”

“Yeah, I never thought we could outsource some of the work to Muggle factories,” said George. “It’s amazing, no magic used, they call it assembly line operation, greatly shortening our time, and it costs very little.”

That was not surprising, after all. The Muggle population was much larger than wizards, and manual labor costs were also low.

If possible, finding East Asian countries for outsourcing would make the cost even more negligible; this was called global cooperation.

“Hogwarts is too small. We can’t wait to go to a larger space. The sky there belongs to us. We’ll be very successful.” George yawned widely and looked out disconsolately at the cloudy night sky. “I dunno if I even want to watch this match. If Zacharias Smith beats us I might have to kill myself.”

“Kill him, more like,” said Fred firmly.

“That’s the trouble with Quidditch,” said Hermione absentmindedly, disapproving of Fred and George’s words, and once again bent over her Rune translation, “it creates all this bad feeling and tension between the Houses.”

She looked up to find her copy of Spellman’s Syllabary and caught Fred, George, and Harry looking at her with expressions of mingled disgust and incredulity on their faces.

“Well, it does!” she said impatiently. “It’s only a game, isn’t it?”

“Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head, “you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about Quidditch.”

“Maybe not,” she said darkly, returning to her translation again, “but at least my happiness doesn’t depend on Ron’s goalkeeping ability.”

Harry, Fred and George were silent; they didn’t want to admit that Hermione was right.

“Seriously, why don’t you consider Elaine?” said Evan, pushing the innocent-looking Elaine forward. “You said you were a great flyer?”

“Yeah,” Elaine nodded. “I said so, and it’s actually true.”

Harry, Fred and George led Elaine to find Angelina; they didn’t want to miss any opportunity.

Evan and Hermione continued to stay among the pile of books, this time undisturbed.

He felt the need to say something. As a couple, it was a bit unreasonable for the two of them to do nothing today.

Evan didn’t know what Hermione would think, but he was a bit disappointed anyway.

“You know, Hermione, today’s Valentine’s Day,” Evan tried his best to say in a relaxed and nonchalant tone, looking at Hermione who was immersed in Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms, “I was planning to invite you to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, just the two of us…”

“I know, your intention is too obvious,” said Hermione without looking up. “Do you really want to take me to that kind of place?”

“I mean … I had something more romantic in mind,” said Evan quickly. He did want to admit that he wanted to kiss Hermione directly.

“Today is romantic enough, as long as we’re together!”

“But…”

“Evan, remember what I told Harry? Girls use many ways to test how much boys like them,” said Hermione, looking up at Evan with a gradually reddening face. “But we don’t need this between us, because I’ve already tested and know where your heart belongs. I’ll always believe in you. So, spending today like this is good enough. Don’t worry too much about Valentine’s Day, and we don’t need to prove anything. If you’re willing, every day can be Valentine’s Day for us…”

She leaned forward behind a pile of books, kissed Evan passionately, and boldly looked at him.

“This is what you wanted, no need to go to some Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop; anywhere else is fine,” Hermione whispered. “I don’t like that place.”

To be honest, Hermione could be very shy at times, but at other times, she could be extremely bold.

In the common room, in front of so many people, she actually dared to come directly and kiss Evan.

It had to be admitted that having such a smart girlfriend was such a worry-free experience!

Without hesitation, Evan kissed back, and the two of them were stuck together.

Perhaps because they exerted too much force, the pile of books surrounding them toppled over.

Hermione hurriedly separated from Evan. She was almost out of breath, and her face was as crimson as a ripe apple.

“I’m going to take a shower!” she said, turning and leaving.

Watching Hermione’s departure, Evan was momentarily stunned, then he quickly followed…

Although he was surrounded by failed singles, regardless of their feelings, today was actually a good day, wasn’t it?!

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