An Encounter with the Twins

Reaching out to wrap an arm around Hermione's slender waist, Bell pressed his cheek into her silky hair and rubbed against it.

Hermione had missed his embrace, and how could he not have missed her warmth? It was just that, with their friends watching, they could not keep flaunting their affection. What if they pushed that pack of single dogs past their breaking point? Wouldn't those people nag them to death?

After a brief moment of tenderness, Bell and Hermione left the compartment hand in hand.

Walking along the bustling path and looking at the dense rows of stalls on both sides, the noisy surroundings could not disturb the peace in their hearts at that moment.

However, there was never any shortage of people who lacked tact in this world.

"Hey! Bell, Hermione, long time no see!"

"You two are still as lovey-dovey as ever!"

"Good thing Ron isn't here, oth—mmph..."

George hurriedly covered his brother's mouth. For some reason, he had noticed that lately, the understanding between Fred and himself had been getting worse and worse.

And that was not all. Fred often sneaked out alone at night, sometimes not returning until morning.

George had asked him several times what exactly he was doing at night. But every time, Fred would hem and haw, claiming that he simply could not sleep and had gone out for some fresh air.

Naturally, George did not believe that nonsense. Who got fresh air for an entire night?

But Fred refused to say anything, and George had no good way to make him talk.

"Ahem, I mean, you two were gone for a whole year. I missed you... you so much!"

Feeling Bell's unfriendly gaze, Fred promptly chickened out and narrowed the scope of his target to Bell alone.

As he spoke, he