Back at the villa, Hermione didn't even have time to take off her coat before she eagerly sat down at the table, took out the book " The Complete Book of Charms and Runes " from her otter bag, opened the book, and quickly immersed herself in the unfamiliar rune structures and spell analyses.
Seeing how focused she was, Draco didn't intend to disturb her, and simply said, "I'm going out to gather some information about the new Werewolf."
"Hmm," Hermione replied without looking up.
Then, Draco vanished from the spot with a thought.
In a quiet corner of the city, a woman stands Silencio by the window, bending over and observing something through a small pair of binoculars.
The woman was bent over, staring intently out the window, completely unaware that someone had appeared behind her.
Her leather pants accentuated her stunningly shapely buttocks. Draco silently walked up behind her and patted her on the shoulder.
A crisp snap echoed in the quiet room.
Trillian was startled and almost dropped the binoculars. She quickly turned around, her other hand already reaching for the dagger hidden at her waist, but when she saw the person's wicked smile, her tense body relaxed.
Then a look of surprise lit up her face, and she said coquettishly, "Young Master! You're so naughty! You suddenly appeared behind me."
"What are you doing?" Draco asked with his usual smile, walking to the window and following Trillian's gaze out the window. He joked, "Is someone having an affair outside? You seem quite engrossed in watching."
"What? Someone's having an affair?" Trillian couldn't hold back anymore. "Do I look so shallow to the young master?"
"You might not be like that with others, but with me, young master, you'll use any means necessary, as if you're afraid I won't get the better of you."
Trillian laughed, wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, and pressed herself close to him, saying playfully, "Since you've said so, young master, wouldn't it be a huge loss if I didn't comply?"
After saying that, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Draco was taken aback, but quickly recovered.
His large hand slid down Trillian's waistline, stopping at the curves of her tight leather pants. His palm closed up, as if testing whether the touch of that place was as firm and perky as it appeared.
In the dim light by the window, the two exchanged a brief but intimate kiss, their breaths mingling, their temperature rising. After a moment, they parted, their breaths still lingering on each other's lips.
Leather jacket and leather pants... aren't they practical for getting around?
"It's a bit tight... I'm used to it now. I'll consider wearing something else next time... so that it doesn't feel bad for the young master."
"I didn't mean that..." Draco laughed.
Trillian grinned and pointed at his chest, saying, "I know exactly what you're thinking, young master."
"How's the intelligence gathering going?" Draco returned to the main topic, and Trillian replied seriously, "We've got the information. The bar across the street is called ' Supernatural Bar.' They say it has the most secretive intelligence in the underworld. Going there is sure to be a good idea."
"So efficient? Hermione and I have only been out for half a day, and you've already figured out the clues?" Draco was somewhat surprised.
"Of course! Your maid is very capable." Trillian puffed out her chest, looking quite pleased with herself.
He then asked for a reward, "Young Master, I completed this mission so well, shouldn't you give me some reward?"
"Didn't we just get a wristband? What more reward do you want?"
"That's a material reward," Trillian pouted, then boldly provoked, "I want a physical reward." As she spoke, she moved closer, almost to the point of no return.
Draco pinched her chin and lips, making her pout. "Want me to slap you?"
After Draco pinched her mouth shut, Trillian's speech became slurred, and she protested incoherently, "Ugh... ugh... I didn't take any medicine, why did you slap me like that? Let me go!"
Draco found it amusing, but he let go of her.
Now free, Trillian dared not provoke him any longer and instead asked, "Young Master, how did you know I was here? Can your teleportation lock onto a person's location?"
"Guess?" Draco deliberately kept them in suspense.
Trillian thought for two seconds, then shook her head firmly. "It shouldn't be. Does Young Master know anyone in Ilvermorny? You couldn't possibly reach Ilvermorny by locking onto a person."
"You're quite clever," Draco complimented her.
"Can we analyze something else?"
Trillian thought for a moment, then looked at her silver wristband and realized the key. "Could it be a problem with this wristband? Young Master, you just gave it to me, and now you can teleport here."
"Oh my, that's rare!" Draco exclaimed, scratching her head in agreement. "Your brain is so unpredictable; sometimes you're incredibly stupid, and other times you're quite clever."
"That's easy to explain!" Trillian rubbed Draco's hand against her palm, then flattered him, "Young Master is wise and mighty. Being with you greatly improves my IQ."
"Alright, enough with the flattery." Draco couldn't resist any of Trillian's flattery and explained the bracers' function to her, "These bracers are two-way tracking. Not only can they summon, but they also allow me to know your location at any time and get to your side immediately."
"This wristband... it's insane." Trillian stared at the silver wristband in shock, then her expression turned to one of horror.
"So, does that mean that when I'm taking a bath, you can teleport in anytime and see me completely naked?"
"Yeah," Draco, watching Trillian's exaggerated acting, and countered, "So you're not planning on taking a shower?"
"I'm so happy!" Trillian exclaimed excitedly. "Young Master, what time are you coming tonight? I'll set an alarm."
"You wish! I wouldn't agree to that. What if they get angry and do something outrageous after going in? We'd be finished!"
"Young Master doesn't want it, but Old Wang next door is really craving it."
"Trillian provocatively," Draco said, raising an eyebrow. He suddenly wrapped his left arm around Trillian's waist, pulling her close, and with a forceful grab of his right hand, his leather pants were Transfiguration.
"Ah..." Trillian let out a short gasp, her body instantly going limp as she collapsed into Draco's arms, panting, "Master... don't do this..."
"Do you still dare to have those kinds of thoughts?"
Trillian nestled in Draco's arms, secretly delighted, seemingly having found a way to control the young master. She continued her provocation:
"Young Master, you wouldn't dare do anything to me!"
"I don't care, I'm just afraid that Hermione will disappear into thin air." Draco said the same old thing.
I thought this girl would tone it down.
Unexpectedly, Trillian replied with a defiant air, "I'm not afraid. Even if I die by your waist, I'll still be a dashing ghost."