Draco was taken aback by her question.
"I hadn't actually thought about that."
After some thought, Draco replied, "I think there will always be a place to live. If not, then you should go where it's easier to find. Like work, I put in effort, not my life. If you lose your life, all the money you have is useless."
"That makes some sense," Hermione agreed. "But what kind of places are you referring to specifically?"
Hermione asked again, Draco, seeing that his point of view was accepted, began to chat more freely, his tone becoming more lively:
"What's lacking is easy to find."
"If we don't lack people, then we'll go where people are in need. That's the logic behind so many illegal immigrants. Once we get there, they'll take care of everything for us. If we don't lack money, then we'll go where money is scarce. The service there will be absolutely like royalty."
Hermione nodded again, seemingly lost in thought, as if she had taken Draco's words to heart. She appeared to want to ask more questions—
Draco quickly raised his hand to stop her. "Honey, let's argue later. We have important business to attend to today." Draco was afraid of her persistent questioning.
Hermione didn't go along with him, but said mischievously, "Looks like I'll have to ask you for advice on being a minister, young master. I've decided, from now on you'll be my personal advisor."
Draco's face fell: "No—"
"Objection overruled." Hermione interrupted him, brooking no argument. "You've got a whole set of theories, and they even make a lot of sense."
Draco tried to struggle: "But I—"
"This is also part of the DLC," Hermione, somewhat embarrassed, as she dropped her trump card, "Would you still like to take a bath together?"
Draco opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"No comment? Then I'll take that as a yes."
Draco was really suffering!
Forget it, anyway... we'll talk about it after the bath. There'll be lots of steam in the water then, she can't possibly keep chasing after me asking about my political agenda, can she?
Draco didn't respond, but changed the subject instead. "Stop imitating Minister Granger, get ready, let's go out for a walk."
"Okay, but don't forget, Advisor Malfoy."
Hermione reminded him smugly, then closed the spellbook and put it in her otter pouch, but Draco still didn't dare to say anything.
After tidying up, Hermione turned around and saw Draco still standing there. She urged, "What are you still doing standing here?"
Draco looked bewildered. "Huh?"
Hermione stepped forward and gently pushed his back, urging him towards the door, "What? Get out, I need to change."
Draco was being pushed towards the door, and he asked, puzzled, "Does this have to be avoided? We're going to take a bath together soon."
Hermione's face flushed red at the mention of this. She forcefully pushed Draco out the door and slammed it shut behind her.
Her slightly embarrassed and annoyed voice came from behind the door. "One, one thing at a time, you wait outside for me!"
Hearing the door close, Trillian came out of the room and saw Draco standing outside. Curious Trillian asked, "Young Master, what are you doing? You haven't come out for so long."
"We're debating philosophy inside—do you believe it?"
"Do you think I believe you?" Trillian didn't believe it at all. Hermione debating philosophy was one thing, but Draco was another.
Draco shrugged, offering no further explanation.
"It must be because you went too far with your hands, young master, that's why Hermione kicked you out," Trillian speculated.
"You have quite an imagination."
Trillian chuckled, quite pleased with herself, and said, "This is based on my deduction of your usual behavior, young master..."
"Stop guessing, Hermione just needs to change her clothes."
"That's outrageous!" Trillian exclaimed indignantly, grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him towards her room. "He won't even let you see me change! Come on, young master, I'll change for you..."
"No way!" Draco quickly took a step back, severing his connection with Trillian. "What's so interesting about changing clothes?"
It's not that she really doesn't want to watch, but she's afraid that if he does something outrageous, Hermione will snap her fingers and cut it off.
Seeing his cowardly appearance, Trillian complained, "Young Master, aren't you being too hypocritical? You want to see Hermione change clothes, but there's nothing to see when it comes to me. It's really disheartening."
"I was just teasing her," Draco explained to her.
"Teasing Hermione is quite fun. But I believe you're serious," Trillian with a smile, exposing his lie.
Draco, having been seen through by her, quickly changed the subject and urged her on.
"Don't you need to change your clothes? Be careful, Hermione and I might go out first and leave you here alone."
These words hit the nail on the head for Trillian. Her playful smile vanished, and she headed towards her room. "I'll be right there!"
Draco walked over and sat down on the sofa. Not long after, the door to their room opened. Hermione was wearing a pink and white striped short-sleeved polo shirt with a classic collar and a small button in the same color at the collar. She paired it with khaki straight-leg casual trousers, high-waisted, and a wide matte brown leather belt. She also had a small crossbody bag shaped like a three-dimensional plush otter.
Draco lingered on her for a moment, then generously offered his compliments. "You look great, this outfit suits you perfectly."
"... I just wore whatever."
Just then, Trillian's door opened, and she quickly walked out, straightening her collar as she went.
Trillian changed into a fitted short cargo jacket, paired with a dark blue quick-drying base layer, and stretchy, tapered cargo pants tucked into ankle boots. The overall look was very capable, exuding a cool and edgy vibe unique to street activists.
She walked up to Draco, opened her arms to show off her outfit, and asked in a sweet, expectant voice, "Young Master, what about this outfit?"
"It's fine, but we're going shopping, not thieves. Why are you dressed like this?" Draco complained.
"Huh? Isn't there an operation tonight?"
"There is action," Draco said, "But you don't need to lift a finger; you just need to watch from the outside."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Trillian complained. "I even specially picked out this outfit to match the feel of your handiwork, young master..."
Trillian's words had a hidden meaning, Draco felt a little guilty.
At this point, Hermione spoke up to affirm:
Don't listen to him. It looks great, this outfit suits you very well.
As she spoke, Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Trillian isn't wearing anything too sexy or alluring, everything else is fine. Otherwise, given Draco's character, who knows where his eyes might be wandering off to.
Receiving Hermione's praise, Trillian beamed with delight. "The young mistress has excellent taste, unlike someone whose aesthetic sense is questionable."
"I didn't say it looked bad..." Draco shook his head helplessly.
At this moment, Trillian walked up to Hermione, and the two stood together, one in black and one in colorful attire, one sharp and one youthful, creating a strong visual impact. "Between Hermione and me, who is more... attractive?"