Hermione Was Admiring the View, While Silan Was Admiring Her

Miss Granger was curled up like a sleeping kitten, with a note beside her that read, "Remember to wake me."

She was probably bored while waiting, so she fell asleep next to me, seemingly not finding anything wrong with the two of them sharing a bed.

Silan stared at Hermione's sleeping face for a moment, then suddenly realized that Miss Granger seemed to have become quite beautiful compared to before.

As she grew older, her childishness faded, and her figure became more slender. Her once messy hair was now tied up with a hairband, becoming soft and flowing.

After staring blankly for a moment, Silan reached out and brushed the stray hairs from Hermione's forehead, tucking them behind her ear.

The girl's soft eyebrows curved into a slight arc under the light, and her long eyeliner was perfect without needing to be drawn.

Silan reached out and gently pinched Hermione's nose.

"Ugh... uh..." Hermione gasped for breath, her breath making Silan's palms itch.

"Mom... let me sleep a little longer, just five more minutes..."

"If you sleep any longer, you'll miss the gift," Silan whispered in her ear.

"Gift?!"

Hermione suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at Silan, not understanding why he was in her room, and thought she was dreaming.

After a while of being in a daze, Hermione finally remembered what had happened before she went to sleep.

"Sorry, Silan, I fell asleep." Hermione turned her face away shyly, burying it under the covers.

"It's alright." Silan held out her hand. "Pack your things, we can go."

Hermione grabbed his hand, sat up in bed, and tilted her head, still a little groggy, asked, "Where to?"

"Would you like to ride Unicorn to see the moon?" Silan asked with a smile.

"Certainly!"

Without a second thought, Hermione agreed immediately, braced herself on the bed, and jumped down.

"Anyway, as long as I can be with Silan, that's fine," Hermione thought. "And riding Unicorn together..."

Hermione abruptly stopped herself from thinking about it, blushing slightly.

"I'm going to wash my face." With that, Hermione covered her face and ran out of the inner room.

While Hermione was washing her face, Silan went into the Suitcase, intending to discuss something with Clop.

As soon as Silan entered the Suitcase and walked near the Lake, he saw Norbert fold his wings from mid-air and fall straight into the lake, creating a large splash.

The lake was still for a moment, then began to bubble like boiling water. Norbert spread his wings and suddenly flew out of the lake.

The lake water cascaded down her scales, splashing and creating ripples on the surface of the lake.

Upon seeing Silan, Norbert suddenly flapped his wings on the lake and Accio rapidly towards it, the water droplets being blasted into mist by her terrifying power.

Her landing created a gust of wind, causing Silan's long robes to flutter loudly.

"Greetings, Master," Norbert said, folding his wings and bowing his head.

Silan nodded and asked, "How are the Clop family doing lately?"

Norber knew Clop when Norbert was still a young dragon; although they were different species, they were friends.

"Of course, Master, Jinky has recovered. Is there anything you need from her?" Norbert asked in turn.

"I'd like to trouble Clop to take Miss Granger and me for a walk outside."

"I can do it, Master," Norbert said, shaking his wings and volunteering.

Silan glanced at Norbert's now enormous body and felt it didn't quite fit the birthday atmosphere.

Riding a dragon may be impressive, but it's never as romantic as riding Unicorn.

"I'll definitely do it next time."

Silan shifted her gaze to the Forest by the lake.

"Okay." Norbert snorted in frustration.

After finding Clop, Silan briefly explained his purpose.

"Of course, my friend," Clop readily agreed. "I also need to thank you for saving my daughter."

After agreeing on the plan, Silan stepped out of her Suitcase and put the free fireworks that George and Fred had piled up in the Room of Requirement into her Ring.

These unexciting free fireworks have been phased out.

Silan and Hermione carefully slipped out of the castle and released Clop.

"Come on up, friends."

Clop bent one of his front legs upwards, letting them step on his hooves and sit on his back.

Silan and Hermione sat on Clop's back, one in front of the other, their bodies almost touching.

Because she needed to hold onto the mane around Clop's neck, Silan had to reach around Hermione's waist and practically hug her whole body.

As autumn deepens, the nights in the Scottish Highlands cool down early, losing their heat and turning cold.

Silan took out his cloak and wrapped it around himself and Hermione, so that Hermione's back was pressed tightly against his chest.

Since the hearts are placed side by side, their heartbeats naturally overlap.

They could both truly feel each other's heartbeats.

Clop reared up and galloped away. The cool night wind brushed against Hermione's burning cheeks, but it seemed to have no effect on their warmth.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the gentle slope stretched out in a long arc. The two rode their Unicorn up the slope, leaving a silhouette in the moonlight.

Although it wasn't the first time Hermione had ridden Unicorn with Silan, she had never been this close before.

She was now wrapped in Silan's arms, feeling an itch around her waist, but dared not move, only stiffly leaning against him.

A cool night wind howled in her ears, and the sound of horses' hooves on the ground was especially loud in the night. These sounds mingled with her heartbeat, making Hermione unable to hear anything for a moment. She simply nestled in Silan's arms, thinking, "This gift is very nice."

Clop ran around the Black Lake towards the Low Hill northeast of Hogwarts. A cold wind blew across the lake, and wisps of pale mist drifted by like white gauze in the moonlight. The night wind ruffled the hems of their clothes, but their passionate hearts were pressed tightly together, and they felt no cold at all.

After bypassing the Black Lake and passing through dense forest, Clop zigzaggled along winding paths several times before climbing a Low Hill from a gentle slope.

We've arrived.

Clop circled the flat, open top of the Low Hill twice, snorted, stopped, and put the two down.

"Thank you." Silan jumped down and expressed her gratitude.

"No need to be so polite, my dear friend." Clop nuzzled Silan's sleeve with his long, horse-like face. "I'll go back and wait for you."

When Clop returned to his Suitcase, Silan saw Hermione tugging at her robes and stamping her feet, seemingly feeling a bit cold.

"Are you cold, Hermione?" Silan asked.

"No..." Hermione was about to stubbornly say she wasn't cold, but then she remembered how the two of them had been wrapped in cloaks and huddled close together, and her face flushed. She quickly changed her tune, "It is a little cold."

She winked at Silan expectantly.

Silan took off his cloak and wrapped it around Hermione, then took a blanket for himself.

"Idiot." Hermione muttered to herself, giving Silan a reproachful look.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Silan asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Hermione looked away guiltily, tightening her cloak, feeling deeply remorseful.

"I should have made this cloak bigger, big enough to wrap both of us up!"

When Clop was on his back, the two of them sat one behind the other, and the cloak could barely cover them both, but it was a bit inadequate on land.

If it's wrapped up both front and back, it would restrict movement and look odd.

Having found an excuse for herself, Hermione let out a soft sigh and looked towards Hogwarts.

The once magnificent castle appeared smaller due to the distance; a bright but incomplete moon hung in the sky; and the Forest branches at the foot of the mountain stretched high, like a piece of frayed velvet.

The Black Lake reflects the moon and the castle like a canvas, resembling a realistic oil painting. Only when white clouds occasionally drift by in the sky do people realize that this is not a painting.

Hermione was looking at the scenery, while Silan was looking at her.

The scenery was naturally beautiful, and so was Miss Granger, who was enjoying the view...