Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“We can go there!” Hermione pointed to Lady Partridge's Tea House and narrowed her eyes and said, “That shop looks... special! ”

“You sure?!” Evan looked at the teahouse amazingly.

Had it not been for Autumn Zhang's mention, he would have never noticed the place before, full of pink, girly ornaments with vulgar lace lace laces, and Ivan doubted the taste of the owner.

“Sure, get in there, Ivan. I can't let anybody else think I'm standing alone in the snow.” Hermione said, "It seems like there's a small compartment inside where you can take off your invisible clothes without having to worry about being spotted. ”

Ivan and Hermione crossed the road, and a few minutes later, entered the small teahouse.

There is a sweet fragrance in the air, the teahouse is small, the fog is foggy, everything seems to be decorated with pleats or bows, and each little round table is filled with little golden angels flying over it, sometimes throwing pink scraps of paper at people.

The two men sat next to the only remaining round table, next to a fog-covered window.

Next to them was a big Christmas tree, and through the leaf crevices, you could see a Hecky Patch 5th grade boy, who was with a beautiful blonde, shaking hands.

Ivan was a little uncomfortable, as was Hermione across the street.

They seemed to have just discovered that the house was purely one-on-one, and they were all holding hands.

“What can I get you?” A middle-aged woman, fat and combed with bright black hair, squeezed hard from between the two tables.

“Two coffees, please!” Ivan said.

He had just raised his head and his face was sprinkled with pink scraps by a little angel in the air.

While waiting for coffee, Ivan found that the couple next to him started kissing through the sugar can, and his lips seemed to stick together, and he wished they didn't.

Hermione obviously noticed this as well, turning her head and Ivan looked at each other, and the eyes of the two men quickly shifted in panic.

The atmosphere was very embarrassing, and Ivan tried not to think about the mess.

But consciousness was out of control, and he seemed to feel that the boy across the street was setting an example that Hermione would soon want to emulate.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it, and he and Hermione hadn't made it to this point.

According to the procedure, should two people confess before doing something like this?!

Evan asked herself if she really liked Hermione, and if she invited herself to this teahouse, what was the implication?

In that case, should I be proactive?!

The cheeks of Hermione across the street are red and cute, like a ripe apple, making one unbearable to bite.

“Whatever, get out!” Fear and excitement came to mind, and Ivan swallowed saliva with determination.

His body leaned forward slightly, reaching out and holding Hermione's cold little hand, his breathing stagnated almost instantly.

Hermione trembled slightly, seemingly trying to pull her hand back, but stopped immediately, her face was redder and more red than ever before.

Hermione's eyes glanced away at Ivan and the sweet fragrance in the air almost stopped her head from working.

She saw Ivan's body spying on her, as if to do something. She tried to hide backwards, but her right hand was held tight by the other side. Hermione's body trembled slightly, although this was not the first time she had shaken Evan's hand, giving her an unusual tactile induction.

Hermione doesn't remember when this boy ran into his heart, maybe in the public lounge last year, when the snake monster attacked him; or when he was scared to death this year when he faced more than a hundred psychedelics; or...

Prior to that, she heard about the teahouse from other girls.

Autumn Zhang's appearance made her feel an unknown threat. Hermione thought this was just a normal dating place, but didn't expect that everyone would be here...

Hermione knows what Ivan is going to do next, but she doesn't have any objections, but isn't it too fast...

Her palms were full of sweat and her heart was pounding. She should have stopped Ivan. They couldn't do that, but she had no strength all over her body.

Hermione sees Ivan getting closer and closer to herself, and she can feel the other person's breath.

The distance between two people is getting closer and closer...

Just as Ivan's lips were about to meet Hermione, Mrs. Partridge walked in with two cups of coffee.

The two men hurried apart like kittens who had done bad things and moved so big that they almost turned the table over.

Mrs. Partheft didn't say anything, but the obvious smile on her face made two people unusually embarrassed.

Ivan had a fever on his face and turned his head and looked at the window.

The next second, through thick water vapors, he saw Magic Minister Connelly Foggy, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flivey, and Hagrid, as well as two other hawks he didn't know, crossing the street, six of them struggling in the snow, as if they were going to three broomsticks across the street.

Evan swept them in a hurry and was totally caught in the eye by two small figures beside them: a big black dog and a turmeric cat slipping across the street, Sirius Black and Mount Crook.

I didn't expect Blake to be so bold that he appeared so blatantly in Hogsmeade, and he rubbed his shoulders off with Foggy, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flivey, and Hagrid.

Blake paused and looked contemptuously at Fogey and two arrogant backs.

“Hey, that's Crookshanks, what's it doing in Hogsmeade?! ”

With Ivan's eyes, Hermione saw Mount Crook outside the window, and because of the angle, she did not see Sirius Black.

“Wait, Hermione, I'll get it back! ”

Ivan stood up hastily, opening the door and rushing into the snow outside in the stunned gaze of Hermione and Mrs. Partridge.

I don't know why, given Ron's recent unusual behavior, he had an unknown sense of anxiety, and although there was a plan, it would be great to be able to make contact with Sirius Black before then.

On the street, the shadows of Blake and Crook Mountains disappeared on the corner, leaving two shallow, deep footprints on thick snow.

Al followed his footprints to the Owl Post Office, dark inside, with owls everywhere on the shelf, at least 300, ranging from the common big gray eagle to the palm-sized little bard owl, available in all styles, and they roared low.

No one in the store except the owl.

Blake and Crookshanks appear to have gone to the second floor, where the Owl Postman is trained to collect postage based on the distance travelled.

Evan pulled out the wand, and the post office had only one gate, and Sirius Black had nowhere else to go as long as it entered.

He didn't know why Blake was sending the letter, but it was a good opportunity to get in touch with each other.