Herman mentally pictured Snape's expressionless face, and the thought sent chills down his spine.
It would be better if he were expelled in anger, since he knows this is a magical world, and if he can't get into Hogwarts, he can go to other magic schools.
But what if Snape, just in case, comes up with some crazy idea and creates a potion to make someone look like a boy or a girl? That would be far worse than being expelled.
This door is neither open nor closed, so why not just tear it down and turn my room into a hallway?
He glanced at Draco again; her small white feet trod lightly on the stone pavement, as if following an unseen rhythm.
As she turned, the neckline of her robe slipped open a little more, revealing a small section of the edge of her slip underneath, its delicate lace gleaming slightly from the friction of the fabric.
Herman's gaze lingered on it for only a moment before he looked away, reminding himself not to look at what was improper.
I still need to cultivate an image of being uninterested in women, ideally by being engrossed in my studies and saying things like women would only hinder my studies.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to live like this; I might be used by Snape for drug testing at any time.
And to be honest, Harry and Draco at most pretty and cute right now. I like them, but we're not at the point of romantic love.
It's not worth risking your life for this.
But Draco was clearly completely unaware that there was anything inappropriate about her outfit in the boys' dormitory late at night.
She stopped in front of Herman's desk, picked up the Transfiguration notes, flipped through them, put them back, and then turned to look at Herman, her eyes sparkling. "What do you think we'll find there tonight? What if we open the door and find tons of treasure chests, filled with Winky gems!"
Herman glanced at the small clock on the bedside table; it was 10:30, and Draco showed no sign of leaving.
He weighed the options: if he waited until midnight to go out and then spent half the night wandering around the third-floor corridor, he wouldn't get any sleep tonight and could just catch up on sleep during Potions Class tomorrow.
But Draco was still excited, chattering incessantly about tonight's great adventure, showing no signs of stopping.
Herman called out to Draco twice, but she was completely absorbed in her own fantasy and didn't hear him.
Left with no other choice, he stood up, walked up to Draco, and grabbed her wrist.
That wrist was slender and white, with warm skin. When he held it, he felt as if he were holding not a wrist, but a piece of warm jade or a feather.
Draco's voice suddenly stopped. She froze on the spot as if a pause button had been pressed, her expression changing from excitement to a kind of confused astonishment. Then, her cheeks seemed to be soaked from the inside out by a cup of warm water, spreading a light pink color from her ears.
Seeing her like this, Herman suddenly had a strange thought: Was that hand a switch? He immediately fell silent.
However, it did feel really good, incredibly soft. I could feel the pulse on the inside of her wrist throbbing lightly with my fingertips, like a little bird fluttering its wings in my palm.
The feel was much better than he had expected, so much so that he subconsciously held on for an extra half second before letting go.
Herman withdrew his hand, his expression turning serious. "Stop turning around, go find Harry, let's get going."
Draco stood there, head down, like a cat whose fur had been stroked but didn't know how to move around anymore. Her cheeks were still red, her lips moved but she didn't say anything, only nodded.
Herman walked ahead, with Draco trailing half a step behind him, her steps much quieter than before.
He walked to Harry's door, knocked twice, waited a few seconds, and then the door opened.
Harry stood inside the door, wearing a form-fitting black nightgown. The cut was clean and sharp, without any unnecessary embellishments or frills. The fabric clung to her body, with clean shoulder and waist lines. It didn't look like something for sleeping; it looked more like the kind of gear you could jump out of bed and fight at any moment.
Herman noticed that the fabric of the nightgown shimmered dimly in the candlelight, outlining the curves between her shoulder blades and waistline, giving her a more voluptuous figure than she usually did when she wore her school uniform.
He couldn't help but recall the feeling on the train. Due to the urgency of the situation, he was forced to make contact and unexpectedly experienced the sensation.
But it doesn't seem as big as it is now. There's only one conclusion: the little girl is definitely wearing a bra.
A word of caution: wearing a bra too early can negatively impact development.
However, it seems that even if Snape were to kill Herman now, Herman wouldn't be entirely unjustly accused.
Before Herman could speak, Harry's gaze shifted from him to Draco, whose face was still flushed. She tilted her head slightly and spoke in a flat tone, as if stating an objective fact:
"Are you here to make an official announcement to me, or to declare sovereignty?"
Before Herman could react, Harry continued, "Don't worry, while I don't mind same-sex relationships, nor do I oppose them, I still lean towards heterosexuality for now. So you don't need to worry about me trying to steal Draco you."
Herman paused for a moment before realizing what she was talking about, then quickly shook his head. "No, it's Draco can't sleep, so I suggest we just leave early."
Harry glanced at Draco again, Draco face turned even redder, her earlobes glowing a thin pink as if they had been steamed.
Harry looked away, her expression still calm, but the curve of her lips looked rather strange. "I'm sorry, it was my oversight. I should have given you two enough time to connect emotionally and physically at night. Anyway, I'm sorry for taking up your intimate time."
Herman took a deep breath. "Could you please not smile like you're gloating when you apologize?" Harry neither denied nor admitted it; she just stood there, looking at him with an "I understand" look in her eyes.
Herman silently added in his mind: If you really want to apologize sincerely, at least show your chest, okay?
Of course, he only dared to think these words in his mind and would never be so foolish as to say them aloud.
Fortunately, Harry finally stopped joking and said seriously, "Alright, let's set off early then. Although the professor will be patrolling from 10 to 1, it won't make much difference if you follow me. After midnight, Filch will take over the random patrols, and the difficulty will be about the same."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Draco and said, "Aren't you going to change your clothes? You're only suitable for staying in Herman's house in this outfit, not for going out to explore the castle at midnight. After all, there aren't any spirited young men in the corridors at midnight; they're all ghosts who can't do anything."
Draco then realized she was still wearing her bathrobe. She glanced down at her Winky silver silk robe, then at Harry's form-fitting black pajamas, hesitated for a moment as if making a comparison, then turned and strode quickly toward her room, her pace much faster than when she came.
Harry glanced at Herman: "Aren't you changing? Or do you want to come in and have a look? To watch me change?"