Congratulations on Obtaining the Trait: Harvesting Hand
Snowflakes fell softly, forming a silvery-white veil in the air, layer upon layer settling on rooftops, lawns, and rolling hills... Several Low Hill in the distance were covered in sugar-frosted snow, looking like ice cream cones.
The world was a uniform white.
Only Black Lake remained dark and calm, like a black gem embedded in the earth.
Silan conjured a bench out of Parchment and sat down close to Hermione.
The Giant Squid in the Black Lake bobbed up and down on the surface of the water, stretching out its tentacles to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, and occasionally stuffing a handful into its mouth.
"Aren't we being a little silly?"
Hermione tilted her head to look at Silan, pouting as she blew on the snowflakes on the tip of her nose; her breath looked a bit like cotton candy.
It's snowing today with no wind, so it's not exactly good weather.
The two of them sneaking out of the castle to look at the snow by the Black Lake seemed rather unconventional.
"I'm willing to do silly things with you."
Silan reached out and wiped the snowflakes off the tip of her nose.
Hermione wrinkled her cute little nose, feeling a slight itch on the tip, a soft, lingering tickle that went straight to her heart.
"I'd like to too..."
Miss Granger was a little shy. She turned her head away and muttered something carefully, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at Silan.
Their eyes met for a moment, and they both smiled slightly.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, the two of them have done a lot of silly things together since they were young, and they never cared what others thought of them.
The heavy snow continued to fall, and the surroundings were almost too quiet. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the sound of snowflakes falling.
Hermione rolled up her outer robe and shrank closer to Silan.
"Are you cold?"
As Silan spoke, she unfastened her cloak, moved closer to Hermione, and wrapped the two of them in the cloak.
Now their bodies were pressed tightly together, truly intimate.
"Is this better?" Silan asked.
Hermione's Hippogriff began to stir restlessly again, its wings flapping rapidly, the cool breeze it created making her heart flutter with heat.
"Much better," Hermione stammered.
She tugged at the hem of her cloak, leaning comfortably against Silan, feeling as if she were her mother's curling iron, plugged in and electrified.
Hermione glanced at Silan out of the corner of her eye, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
This cloak was a gift I gave to Silan before, and it seems he cherished it; there wasn't a single stain on it.
Most importantly, it has acquired a lot of Silan's flavor...
Miss Granger tucked herself into her cloak, her small nostrils twitching as she seemed lost in thought.
When she made the cloak, she embroidered Silan's name and the initials of her own name on the hem.
Their names were placed side by side.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Perhaps at this moment, our hearts are also closely connected.
Hermione didn't know how she got back to her dorm; she only knew that walking on it felt like stepping on soft marshmallows, light and airy...
Although her steps became light and unsteady, her heart felt heavy.
Perhaps it was filled with something warm.
"I might break my weekly reading record this week."
Hermione, filled with renewed energy, thought happily, a smile involuntarily appearing on her lips.
When she pushed open the door, she found her two roommates, Lavender and Parvati, looking at her with knowing smiles.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, feeling a little embarrassed by their stares.
"It's nothing," Lavender said sarcastically, "I just think it's very romantic~"
Lavender dragged out the word "romance" for an extremely long time.
"W-what did you say?" Hermione whispered.
Parvati leaned in and took Hermione's arm, grinning as she said, "We saw you and Prewett!"
"Is the snow beautiful?" Lavender asked, knowing the answer already.
She walked to the window, opened it, caught two snowflakes, pursed her lips, blew them away, and said in an extremely affectionate and exaggerated tone, "Didn't you notice? The snow falling on your heads makes you look like an old couple."
Before Hermione could retort, Parvati said with a grin, "If you ask me, the snowflakes falling on Hermione's head look like her wedding veil."
Hermione felt embarrassed by what the two women were saying, so she quickly broke free from Parvati's arms and slipped into her own bed.
The sounds, both shy and urgent, echoed in the dormitory, muffled by the blankets.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"We're just good friends... no... no..."
Her voice softened at the end, lacking confidence, like a marshmallow that had been bitten a few times, becoming hesitant and stuttering.
Lavender and Parvati exchanged a smile and shook their heads in unison.
"I've never seen you act like this with your other close friends." Lavender nudged Hermione through the bed curtains.
This made Hermione squirm on the bed and wrap herself in a blanket.
"This is probably the last snowfall today," Parvati said with a smile, glancing out the window. "What season will it be after this snowfall?"
Lavender laughed and said, "What's there to ask? It's spring, of course!"
"Oh~ it's spring." Parvati repeated, drawing out the last syllable.
The clever Miss Granger, of course, understood the deeper meaning in their words, and shyly covered her ears and squirmed on the bed.
Having amused Hermione, Lavender and Parvati felt extremely satisfied.
Pure.
So innocent.
It was still snowing outside the window.
Hermione parted the bed curtains and looked through the small gap at the snowflakes drifting in from outside the window. She felt inexplicably warm inside, without a trace of cold.
A gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes tumbled and rolled in the air, while Miss Granger rolled around on the bed.
A young girl's thoughts are like snowflakes; once they fall, they turn into icing sugar.
After parting ways with Hermione, Silan returned to the Room of Requirement and went into her Suitcase.
It's almost March now, and the semester will be over soon.
When second grade started, Silan planted the Tonguefire Grass, and now it's ready to be harvested.
Thanks to the dragon manure compost, the Tonguefire Grass grew very quickly. Later, when there was more material, Silan planted some more, which created a shortage of dragon manure compost.
He had no choice but to use dragon dung compost to fertilize these different batches of Tonguefire Grass in rotation.
However, even with alternating use of dragon manure compost, the growth period was shortened by about three months.
"I remember there was a quest associated with planting the Tonguefire Grass before..."
Thinking to herself, Silan checked the quest entry.
If only life were a farming game.
[As long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely reap the rewards; even if you fail, there will always be another chance.]
[Plant and harvest Tonguefire Grass once, and you can exchange it for a special attribute.]
After inspecting the plant, Silan put on Dragonhide Gloves, took her tools, and picked a mature Tonguefire Grass.
Mature Tonguefire Grass has plump, red leaves shaped like slender tongues.
A pretty little flower is hidden among the leaves.
This little flower is white when it first sprouts, then it gradually turns blue, and then slowly grows from blue to orange-red.
The mature flowers look like a dancing red flame.
Tonguefire Grass
Silan carefully picked the little flower, removed the outer petals, and shook the stamen in the center onto a soft cloth.
A few Red Seeds rolled out from the flower's center and landed on the white cloth.
The contrast of red and white makes the seeds look very vibrant and beautiful.
After sorting and organizing the remaining materials, Silan prepared to continue picking, but a virtual screen suddenly popped up in front of her.
[No pain no gain.]
After our hard work, the harvest is the greatest recognition and best reward for our efforts. Go and reap the fruits of your labor!
[Congratulations on obtaining the entry: Harvesting Hand]