All Healed Up-That Was Sudden / One Wrong Word, Three Deadly Blows

During this time, the Ageing Potion also helped a lot. In this interaction filled with endless emotions, from the age of fourteen to sixteen, the two seemed to have experienced the passage of time together.

When you look back, the apples you planted have now turned into ripe papayas... heavy with fruit.

As night deepened, the tireless explorers continued their relentless search, climbing mountains and descending into valleys, leaving no stone unturned, all in their quest to find that secluded paradise where sweet springs flowed.

He should be grateful for the moonlight tonight; it was just the right amount of dimness, with only a sliver of moonlight shining perfectly through the gap in the curtains, casting two intertwined shadows on the floor.

He should be more grateful to his eyes. Salazar Slytherin had finally done something worthwhile; his eyes, nourished by the water element, were not affected by the darkness in the slightest, and he could take in the beautiful scenery before him even without any light.

A delicate face caressed by the spring breeze, a babbling brook in summer, the bountiful harvest of late autumn, and a touch of pale pink under the blanket of winter snow...

Every detail is captured perfectly; the beauty is breathtaking.

"Mmm..." Finally, a soft moan, suppressing longing, came from the darkness.

Even that single sound was as melodious as heavenly music to his ears, a thousand times more beautiful than the Weird Sisters' music tonight... no, a thousand times more beautiful than any music he had ever heard in his past and present lives!

The time has come...

Hermione could clearly sense the change in Harry at that moment.

His body suddenly tensed up, and he became like an eagle with its full power about to explode, tightening its wings and using its talons to lock onto its prey.

She was the prey...

"Harry ..." At this moment, Hermione finally began to get nervous, calling Harry's name with a trembling heart.

That should be taken for granted. No matter how much she strives for complete equality, she can't possibly take the initiative from Harry at this juncture... maybe later.

However, Hermione, who was filled with anxiety and anticipation, found that the pain she had expected did not come unexpectedly.

Instead, I heard a gentle yet firm comforting sound in my ear.

"I'm here, and I'll always be here!"

The eagle, which had just been so ferocious and reckless, finally retained a sliver of reason. It used its feathers to cover the lamb, which desperately needed warmth, and tentatively began to peck at it with its beak.

The movement was so gentle, like caressing a priceless piece of mutton-fat jade; everything was so tender...

In this paradise, flowers bloom gently, and peonies, glistening with dew, begin to open today.

The weather in Britain is notoriously unpredictable; sometimes, the clouds in the sky can Transfiguration several times in just one night.

From gentle breezes and drizzle to torrential rain, sometimes even raging storms, until the clouds disperse and the rain stops, the weather changes in this cyclical manner.

But the only constant is the sun... Harry is referring to the fact that it will always rise.

Early morning... well, even a fool would know that something this bright couldn't possibly be early morning.

Harry is frustrated because he only had time to lock the door last night, but forgot to draw the curtains.

So, whatever moonlight he enjoyed at night, he would be punished by the even stronger sunlight during the day.

The sun the day after Christmas, I don't know if it was on drugs, but even though it was only a faint sliver, it seemed to be desperately trying to get into the room.

And whether it was in cahoots with the curtains or not, there just happened to be a spot of light that shone precisely into Harry's eyes.

"Tch, they're really persistent." Harry frowned in annoyance and simply covered his and Hermione's faces with the blanket.

They worked so hard last night, shouldn't they get some rest today?

If he could still get out of bed at a time like this, he'd be a complete idiot!

It's just the sun, what's so great about it? Come and shake it from under the covers!

I refuse to believe it. You can wake someone who's fast asleep, but you think you can wake someone who's pretending to be asleep?

Anyway, as long as I activate the wind element, I won't feel stuffy no matter how long I'm covered in blankets, but you have to be taken off the job when it's time. What can you do about it?

As Harry smugly lowered his head under the covers, he saw once again those eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

She was looking at him shyly, with a hint of a smile, and her eyes held a deep sense of relief and tenderness.

Harry was completely captivated.

The faint smile on her lips seemed to be reflected directly in Harry's heart, allowing him to instantly understand her meaning.

Last night, they cheated with the Ageing Potion, stealing a moment of pleasure from the future and possessing each other for the first time.

From that moment on... no, it should be said that from the moment they met until now, they have long been inseparable.

In short, just like the promise he made last night, Harry wanted to hold the girl in his arms forever, and never want to leave her side even for a moment!

So, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't wake Hermione and me up today...

Bang bang bang~

Just as Harry was secretly making his 'grand ambition,' an untimely knock on the door suddenly broke the silence in the room, which was about to escalate again.

Immediately afterwards, another girl's helpless voice drifted over.

"Please, are you done? I'm starving!"

Chapter 666 It's all healed, it was quite sudden.

Life is sometimes like this: before you're hit hard, your ideals are always lofty, just like Hermione drank the Ageing Potion last night...

However, after being hit hard, you'll find that reality is actually quite harsh, like the Thestral model that Luna Lovegood deliberately placed on the table—rough and thin with no flesh at all.

In short, Harry just tested it himself, Luna Lovegood is probably more effective than the King of Heaven.

Although she didn't knock on the door again, the two Granger, who had been fooling around all night, were too embarrassed to stay in bed any longer.

"Well, it seems that's the only way then, Hermione. You should rest a bit more." After exchanging glances for a while, Harry pursed his lips in frustration, hastily got up, and put on his clothes.

"It's already this late, why should I rest?"

Hermione slapped her forehead in exasperation. She and Harry had been so crazy yesterday; the clock in the room was almost pointing to 11.

"And why did you have to choose Luna Lovegood and my room yesterday? Now look what's happened, we have to change everything on the bed!" Hermione rolled her eyes and complained to Harry as she searched for her clothes in the messy 'crime scene'.

Harry shrugged, thinking to himself that this should have been his room.

After the Mr. and Mrs. Granger went to China, logically, Harry and Hermione, the next generation of Mr. and Mrs. Granger, should have continued to sleep in the master bedroom, while Luna Lovegood and Will would have moved into the room they vacated.

But after Luna Lovegood moved into the Granger family, she practically took over Hermione's place, refusing to budge from her spot night after night, and even taking over the master bedroom... and the bed that was supposed to be shared by the couple.

Having finally gotten the chance yesterday, Harry definitely wanted to use that momentum to reclaim the room... after all, a bigger bed makes things easier.

However, just now, Harry suddenly discovered a problem.

"No... wait a minute!" Harry quickly called out to Hermione, who was about to get dressed. "Miss Granger, you're not planning to continue sleeping with Luna Lovegood, are you?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Hermione asked matter-of-factly.

"Of course there's a problem!" Harry protested. "We've already... we've already gone that far, and you're telling me we have to sleep in separate rooms from now on?"

"That's right. As long as Luna Lovegood stays here, our family will sleep the same way as before." Hermione casually tidied a strand of hair behind her ear. With just that simple gesture, she had Harry completely under her thumb.

"Otherwise, it's so dark, I'm worried the girl will be scared."

I... I hate Voldemort!

Upon hearing this, Harry felt a surge of despair welling up inside him.

Well, it seems Hermione is determined not to give herself any opening.

However, Harry couldn't blame Hermione, so after going around in circles, he could only blame Voldemort, the 'culprit'.

Think about it: if Voldemort hadn't returned, would the situation have become so dangerous? If the situation hadn't become dangerous, would Harry have needed to be so vigilant in protecting everyone? And if it weren't for protecting everyone, why would Luna Lovegood have moved into the Granger family and been commuting with them every day?

How could Hermione sleep with Luna Lovegood every day, leaving her husband, the rightful husband, alone every night?

I'm shivering and freezing!

In an instant, Harry's resentment towards Voldemort surged to its peak, burning like a raging fire...

"Hey, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and open the window to ventilate the room!"

The Granger family lady's commanding voice came again, and Harry, who was muttering to himself, came to his senses and found Hermione pointing at the bedroom window. He had no choice but to obediently go and open the window.

The bedroom still carried the lingering scent of heather, and Harry knew that Hermione would absolutely not let Luna Lovegood in until everything Scourgify.

"Oh... Hermione, are you alright?"

However, when Harry opened the window a crack, he found that Hermione had already gotten out of bed and was standing by the bed pulling down the sheets.

The sheer scale of the movements and the fluidity of the muscles working together made Harry's eyes twitch, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had been working on nothing all night.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione was clearly a little confused. After standing there for a while, she suddenly jumped back onto the bed and covered her whole body with the blanket.

Looking at the slightly undulating 'hill' in front of him, Harry silently recited the Clear Mirror Still Water " several times before barely managing to suppress the urge to pounce on it, while his lips twitched speechlessly.

This academically gifted girl's method of verification is a bit fierce...

After a long while, Hermione, her face flushed, finally peeked out from under the covers. She was panting heavily, her face filled with confusion, astonishment, and horror, as if she had just finished watching an episode of "Approaching Science".

After a long while, she mechanically shook her head at Harry.

"Alright..."

"What did you say?!" Harry was nearly stunned by this revelation.

No... what the heck is "okay"?

"But... it's fine now~" Hermione was clearly confused as well. "I only realized something was wrong after I got out of bed. Logically, it should... and then... anyway..."

It should have been very painful, so I checked it myself, and anyway... it's healed?!

"How about... you let me examine you more closely?" Harry tentatively suggested. After all, he was a doctor in his previous life, and the kind who knew human anatomy best...

"Don't give me that! Do you think I could be wrong?!"

Hermione then threw a pillow at Harry, which landed squarely on his face.

When Harry hugged the pillow that carried a faint, sweet scent of a young girl, he realized... it really had healed.

But why... wait!

After briefly recalling last night's events, Harry seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze towards Hermione became somewhat... amused.

"Why... why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, and for a moment she wished she could throw another pillow at him.

"I've figured out why!" Harry said with a mischievous grin. "It was a coincidence, but it was also a great discovery. Do you remember what happened at the end of last night?"

"Yesterday... the last... last time?!" After a moment's recollection, Hermione's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

So, back to yesterday, at the very end, a certain girl was clearly exhausted and in pain, barely able to continue, but she still stubbornly refused to let go, and so...

Harry gave her some basic treatment.

Unexpectedly, before she could recover, the effects of the Ageing Potion wore off, and their bodies returned to their original state.

So, it really is a coincidence.

But if they can exploit the "Ageing Potion + Rennervate" loophole, they might actually be able to save their real "first time" until it's completely legal.

Don't let your mind wander to useless things!

Seeing the increasingly bizarre expression on Harry's face, Hermione knew he was definitely making some kind of wild, unfounded assumption again, so...

The second pillow finally flew over!

Chapter 667 A Disagreement Leads to a Deadly Triple Strike

"So you've finally decided to come out?"

When Harry and Hermione finished washing up and came to the living room, they found Luna Lovegood sitting on the sofa, looking at them with a slightly aggrieved expression.

She was clutching half a Transfiguration piece of bread in her hand, her cheeks bulging, as if she had swallowed two steamed buns in anger.

"Ever since I called you all, you've gone on for an entire chapter before finally coming out. I was even thinking of using my Divination divine whether you were trapped inside."

"Sorry... I'll go prepare breakfast, uh... lunch right away."

Hermione blushed at Luna Lovegood's words, and Harry, feeling a little embarrassed, hurriedly ran to the kitchen to prepare food.

As the first day students ever at Hogwarts, the Granger family usually ate at the dining hall during the school year, but now that it's holiday time, the task of cooking naturally falls to Harry.