Upon hearing Draco's question, Cho Chang quickly waved his hand and replied with a smile, "Of course you can. There are no strict rules in the carriage. If you want to stay here, that's fine."
After saying that, she and Emock sat down in the seats opposite each other, her gaze involuntarily falling on Hermione.
Cho Chang's gaze fell directly on Hermione's smooth, shiny curly hair, and he asked curiously:
" Hermione, your hair is so beautiful! And the texture is so much better too. Where did you get it done? Was it at that Diagon Alley?"
Emock nodded repeatedly, gently gesturing with his hand. "Yes, it looks so smooth and shiny, much better than the Unicorn Hair conditioner I use! Tell me, what's this amazing product?"
"I don't know either, the hairstylist did the whole thing," Hermione said with a sly smile, subtly glancing at Draco beside her as she spoke.
"Where did you find such a skilled hairstylist? I'll go see him tomorrow!" Cho Chang asked impatiently.
"He's Hogwarts ' personal hairstylist."
"Ah." Emock was extremely surprised.
" Hogwarts has hairdressers? I've been here for over three years and I've never heard of it!"
Hermione smiled, raised her chin, and gestured towards Draco: "Hey, aren't you sitting right across from me?"
Cho Chang and Emock were both stunned by what they heard.
Neither of them had reacted yet.
While they were still confused, Draco, chin in hand, said, "That's right, that hairdresser is me."
After hearing Cho Chang and Emock's explanation, they were even more dumbfounded, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets in shock.
After regaining their senses, the two looked at each other, their surprise turning into clear doubt.
" Malfoy, are you kidding me? You're a third-grade boy, and the young master of the Malfoy family, and you know how to do hair? That's outrageous."
"Yeah, I thought he was a professional hairdressing wizard. As the heir of the Malfoy family, shouldn't he be studying Potions Defence Against Dark Magic? Why would he be researching hair care and styling?" Cho Chang, of course, didn't believe it either.
As they spoke, their gazes fell on Hermione's hair again. Her hair was smooth and curly, and its texture was shiny and lustrous. The more beautiful it looked, the less they could believe it was Draco's work.
" The Malfoy family people who strive to be the best at everything they learn; hair care and styling are just trivial skills."
Draco spoke as he brushed the curls of Hermione's hair over her shoulder, as if touching his most prized creation.
Hermione blushed, slapped his hand away, and chimed in, "It's true, Prim can vouch for that."
Upon hearing this, the doubts on their faces vanished instantly.
"It turns out it was certified by Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions, a place Cho Chang and I frequent."
"Besides, her hair care Potions and styling skills are top-notch in Diagon Alley; you simply can't get an appointment!"
"That's right, that's right. My mom even asked someone to help me make an appointment once, and the results were absolutely amazing."
"If you'd like to go, I can help you make a reservation."
After Draco finished speaking casually, the private room fell silent for two seconds.
Cho Chang and Emock stared at each other, their eyes wide. Emock even raised his voice, "Really? Draco, you can really get us an appointment?"
It's important to know that Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions never accepts casual appointments. They are either from prestigious families or have deep connections. Even if an ordinary wizard has money, they may not be able to get an appointment.
"Thank you so much! We tried so many ways to get an appointment but couldn't, we didn't expect you could help us."
"Just something I did," Draco said nonchalantly.
Emock changed the subject, tentatively saying, "But since Draco, your skills are so good, could you... also give us a simple makeover?"
Draco waved his hand in refusal without a second thought, then conveniently shifted the blame to Hermione: "I promised Hermione I'd only do her hair for the rest of my life, I can't go back on my word."
Hermione was taken aback by what she heard, then her cheeks burned even redder, and she secretly pinched Draco's arm.
Cho Chang and Emock exchanged a glance, then turned to Hermione pleadingly.
" Hermione, look," Cho Chang tugged at her sleeve, "It's just a simple look, nothing too complicated, can you put in a good word for us?"
"Yeah, Hermione, we really want to try! You're the best, please make an exception for us," Emock added.
Hermione had absolutely no desire for Draco to style other girls' hair, not even a simple style.
She shook her head firmly and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't help you either. Actually, Draco doesn't want to help."
Hermione shifted the blame back to her.
Hearing this, the two knew there was no hope, and their faces showed regret. They sighed in unison, "Alright... never mind then."
Emock leaned back in his chair and said to Hermione with a sigh:
"Seriously, Hermione, you're so lucky. Malfoy not only does your hair, but he makes an exception only for you. He's so devoted."
"Yeah, what boyfriend would go to such lengths? He even learned hair care and styling techniques. He's so thoughtful."
Cho Chang deeply agreed.
Hermione blushed even more at the sight of the two men openly envying her, but she couldn't help but smile slightly as she stole a glance at Draco beside her.
"Of course, that's how you should treat your girlfriend." As he spoke, Draco put his arm around Hermione's shoulder again, pulling her closer to him as if asserting his ownership.
Just then, Crookshanks was by the window, suddenly looked up and meowed at the group, "Looks like the witch has been won over by sweet talk again."
A sharp retort rang out, and Hermione glared at Crookshanks instantly, her already shy face now showing even more embarrassment and annoyance.
" Crookshanks! What nonsense are you spouting!"
Inwardly, however, he thought to himself, "This cat just has to bring up the most awkward things, always choosing times like this to sabotage me."
Draco chuckled, turned to look at the fat orange cat curled up in its seat, and tempted it:
" Crookshanks, from now on you're on my side. I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."
"Dried anchovies, lemon milk candy, frozen Pumpkin Juice, or even the most expensive imported dried trout from Diagon Alley —take your pick."
Crookshanks's ears perked up instantly, and a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes. "Lemon toffee and dried trout... that does sound tempting."
It subconsciously licked its paw.
It seemed she was swayed by Draco's offer.
"No!" Hermione immediately stopped him, grabbing Draco's arm and frowning at Crookshanks. "You're already so fat, with a roll of fat around your belly, and you're still eating so many sweets and fish. You need to lose some weight!"
While she said she wanted the Crookshanks to lose weight, Hermione was actually afraid that if the cat was really bribed by Draco, it would definitely help Draco deal with her every day.
She can't let that happen.