Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Light rain brings silk coolness to flaming summers.

Quidditch World Cup Finals don't look too tough tonight, but Ivan's cabin has another view.

Time has passed very slowly and seems to have stalled.

The fog slowly rose from the cup he was holding, with the sweetness characteristic of the chocolate that pervaded the house.

Probably because of these water vapours, Ivan feels the temperature inside the tent is rising rapidly.

Soon, it became very dull and hot, like a greenhouse at noon, with the urge to undress.

Ivan stood in place with a hot drink, staring at the little pile of clothes Elaine left outside the bathroom door.

The water inside mixes with the loud rain outside the tent, making it hard to tell.

What mixes with the sound is Ivan's thoughts, like a paste, all mixed together.

I can't figure it out, and I keep cutting.

He blinked and made sure he wasn't dreaming, the plot unfolded unexpectedly...

Who would have thought Elaine would take a bath in her own house?!

Who would have thought that she would leave all her wet clothes outside?!

To be honest, Elaine is really attractive without considering her vampire status and the bad taste of biting anytime.

Of all the girls Evan met, none were prettier than her.

For no reason, his mind naturally emerged as Elaine was in the bathroom at the moment.

Small body, smooth skin, porcelain dolly face, burgundy eyes, and...

No, I can't think about it anymore!

Evan had a headache. This girl is a pain in the ass. She doesn't have any common sense!

He doesn't know what to say or what to do.

Luckily we are all sleeping now, only ourselves in the room, it would be too embarrassing if someone else came.

But myself and Elaine were in this cabin, and if it were discovered, it would be an unexplained rhythm.

Ivan turned around and looked back. Fortunately, the door was locked by himself and no one could come in.

He was just relieved and immediately thought, what are you doing?!

Why go back to the lock as if something was really going to happen.

He just went out and grabbed a drink, and who would have thought that would happen?

So none of this is what Evan subjectively hopes to happen, and he's forced to accept it helplessly.

Would anyone believe that?

Perhaps hosting a vampire on a rainy day would not have been a good idea.

All in all, Ivan now only hopes that Elaine will leave after the shower and not be seen by anyone.

Especially Hermione, don't let her see what's going on in her room.

He stood there for a long time before deciding to take it as if he hadn't seen the pile of clothes at the door.

“Elaine, are you taking a bath in there?” Ivan tried to ask in a plain tone and put the cup on the table.

“Yes, I came in when I saw a bathroom!” Elaine said, "It hurts when your clothes get wet and stick to your body. ”

“Oh, so I put the drinks on the table and you came out to drink them after you washed them.” Evan swept that pile of clothes at the door again.

The conversation was bland, and none of it was what Ivan really wanted to say.

He actually wants to ask each other, why put the clothes there?!

The clothes are all outside the door, how do she get out after a bath?!

Thinking about it, Ivan thinks he should hurry away and give her space and time.

At this point, Elaine's voice came in the bathroom, "Ah, my clothes...”

This guy just seemed to think that he left his clothes outside the door.

There was an awkward silence and there was no sound in the bathroom for a long time.

Elaine must be shy, or lacking common sense, and she knows that something is not right at the moment.

“Elaine, I'm going out...” Ivan stopped before he finished.

He heard someone moving in the hallway, as if Harry was coming out of the room to do something.

Maybe he's hungry and wants to go downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Or sleepless looking for someone else, which is the worst case scenario.

If everyone comes out of the room, how do we get Elaine out of here without being found?

Ivan was thinking about using phantom shaping, and although not allowed, he understood how this magic works.

After a painful few minutes, Harry dragged his heavy footsteps back to his room.

Ivan sighed heavily and was fortunately not found.

“Evan, can you get me my outfit?” Elaine seemed to finally muster the courage to suddenly say, "Shove it in through, through the door! ”

“Oh, I see!” Ivan responded.

It was probably too sensitive, and he felt it would be very inappropriate to just run out like that.

Now that Harry is awake, he can always find out when he hears voices, in case he sees anything...

Although nothing has been done, Evan feels more and more guilty of being a thief.

Perhaps it's the right thing to do to shove these clothes through the door stitches to Elaine.

Moreover, it was her own request.

Ivan held his breath and walked to that little pile of rain-wet clothes on the floor.

Not many clothes, a light blue dress, two pairs of white socks, and underwear hidden below...

I hadn't noticed these things before, they had pink stitches on them, and animal patterns.

It's all Muggle clothes, it's a particularly cute style that meets the selection criteria for little girls.

Ivan stared at these clothes for a while, first feeling that Elaine was so skinny.

These fine clothes, how did she wear them?!

Ivan shook his head and now is not the time to think about these things.

He took a deep breath and directly reached out to pick up these wet clothes.

The clothes are light and even that light blue dress doesn't seem to weigh much.

The fabric is also soft and I don't know what it is made of.

Evan's head was blank and there was no time to think about anything else.

He felt a little blushed, but he hurried to shove these clothes through the door stitches to Elaine.

But Elaine, why don't you open the door? You can't just go in there.

Inside, Elaine had the same problem.

But without waiting for the two of them to continue to tangle, there was another knock outside Ivan's door.

“Who is it?” Ivan asked anxiously, already nervous, could it be Hermione?!

“It's me, Master Ivan!” Cliche's voice came in, "a lady called for you, and I've brought her up. ”

Someone is coming again, what is this?!