Why Do So Many People Like Showing Off Their Affection?

December 24th.

Today is Christmas Eve, the day the Little Wizard have been eagerly anticipating the Christmas Ball.

Bell hasn't seen Hermione since lunch.

After being given the order by his girlfriend, "You absolutely mustn't bother me!", Bell could only pitifully stay in the lounge, petting his "cat" all by himself.

By the way, Shanna and the other two have already gone to scout out the location with Little Gabrielle.

It is said that the space inside the carriage is ridiculously large. If you don't explore the public areas beforehand and familiarize yourself with the route, you probably won't be able to finish exploring it in one night.

So who on earth was so bored as to carve out such a large space in a carriage?

"Little Fina ~! You're so kind, you never leave me behind to go play alone."

Picking up Fina, Bell buried her face in the little one's fluffy fur, nuzzling against her.

Bell no longer cares that Fina's figure hasn't changed at all even after several years.

It's probably better if Fina stays this way. After all, she'll definitely be less cute as she was when she was little, and it won't be as convenient to pet her anymore.

"Awoo~!"

Little Fina wore an expression of utter despair.

It did want a beast to run and play, but the problem was that before leaving, the Great Demon King Shanna was afraid that her Gege would feel lonely without her company, so she specifically instructed it to stay by its master's side at all times and never leave her side.

It really wants to go to sleep!

Looking at the Little Wizard coming and going, all dressed up in their finest attire, Bell yawned in boredom.

Should he also dress up a bit?

But the thought of himself, a grown man, dressing up in front of the mirror made him feel physically uncomfortable.

And most importantly, it's so troublesome!

So let's just forget about it.

Bell continued to stare blankly...

He would never tell anyone that he was so looking forward to seeing his girlfriend's beautiful figure that he couldn't concentrate on anything else and could only sit there idly.

Finally, in Bell ... cough cough, amidst the anticipation of many Little Wizard, night fell.

Even though it was already dark, people felt like the sun was still out until 6 p. m.

Bell, having received a call from his girlfriend, arrived at the Gryffindor Common Room with great anticipation.

A moment later, he saw Hermione slowly walk out of the girls' dormitory area.

As Hermione drew closer, in Bell's senses, the world seemed to disappear, leaving only Hermione's figure, which was gradually enlarging in his eyes.

Hermione was wearing a magnificent black gown. The black silk, illuminated by the light, had a crystalline, translucent quality.

The long dress was decorated with exquisite patterns, and as Hermione walked, the hem swayed slightly, as if black roses were blooming around Hermione, making her exceptionally beautiful.

The fitted long dress perfectly accentuated Hermione's figure. Her slender waist, slightly full breasts, and the graceful curve of her neck beneath her updo. Combined with the makeup Hermione had meticulously prepared all afternoon, Bell felt her mouth go dry just looking at her.

"Bell, what do you think?"

Hermione lowered her head slightly and asked in a low voice.

The intense gaze in Bell's eyes made her feel somewhat flustered, and she dared not meet Bell's eyes directly.

As the saying goes, action speaks louder than words. Looking at Hermione, who was both alluring and shy, in front of him, Bell answered with his actions.

He stepped forward, and amidst Hermione's suppressed gasp, he grabbed her slender waist, lowered his head, and shut Hermione up before she could finish her sentence.

The two stood in the Gryffindor Common Room and kissed passionately, oblivious to everyone else.

It felt like only a second had passed, yet also like ten thousand years had gone by. Their lips parted reluctantly, and Hermione, her eyes glazed and her breathing rapid, slumped into Bell's arms.

"Darling, you're so beautiful!"

Bell leaned close to Hermione's ear and whispered something.

After saying that, he gently bit Hermione's earlobe, causing Hermione to tremble slightly.

After teasing Hermione, Bell took a deep breath of the air mixed with Hermione's scent and looked up.

He dared not continue. If he played with fire any further, he wasn't confident he could control himself. The place, the occasion, and the time were clearly unsuitable for a deeper conversation between the two.

When Bell looked up, he realized that they had unknowingly been surrounded by people.

He had been so engrossed in the kiss that he had unusually lost all awareness of his surroundings.

Of course, if someone were to seize the opportunity and try to attack him, Bell would be confident that he could react in time and respond based on his years of honed perception.

However, whether they can unleash even a fraction of their full potential is anyone's guess.

Bringing his thoughts back from their escapade, Bell looked at the Little Wizard around him.

He noticed that everyone was looking at him and Hermione with a look of blessing... which was of course impossible!

In fact, those blessings did exist, but they were few and far between.

More than anything, it was envy, jealousy, and the murderous glare from the red-haired man at the back of the crowd.

Being stared at by the crowd with complex emotions, Bell felt... completely refreshed!

Back then, he always stood in the crowd, watching others with envious, jealous, and hateful eyes. He never imagined that today, he would become the target of others' desire to purify him with torches.

At that moment, Bell finally understood why so many people liked to go out into the streets to show off their affection.

It was so incredibly awesome!

"Hehe... hehehe... hahaha~!"

Just as Bell was getting so cocky that he almost thought he was named "Bell," Hermione finally snapped out of her daze.

Having regained some strength, she quickly broke free from Bell's embrace, and then she noticed the gazes of the people around her.

Hermione doesn't have Bell's thick skin.

So shy she was almost losing her ability to think, she quickly grabbed Bell's hand and hurried out of the lounge.

Bell readily followed Hermione's lead.

Looking at the dense crowd in front of him, he stomped his foot as he took a step, and the carpet under his feet seemed to come alive, moving all the Little Wizard in front of Hermione to the sides, clearing a wide passage.

Extremely shy, Hermione didn't even hear the gasps of surprise from the Little Wizard around her. Without looking up, she pulled Bell out of the lounge.

After leaving the lounge, Hermione was finally brought back to her senses by the cold wind that blew in through the window.

She turned around, her face flushed, and glared at Bell, but ultimately said nothing.

But the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her true thoughts.