William and Hermione Let Loose

News of Hermione's hospitalization quickly spread throughout the entire campus.

The young wizards gossiped about her hospitalization, naturally assuming she had been attacked.

Look at them... Harry and Ron even attacked Hermione! They're truly scum and degenerate scoundrels!

The two individuals' risk index surged by five percentage points, and their public image plummeted, showing no signs of recovery and even facing the risk of delisting.

Isn't that just delisting?

The two were walking down the street when someone suddenly covered their heads and beat them up, shouting, "Acting on behalf of Heaven!"

English is profound and complex; anyway, this is basically the gist of it when translated.

Besides being blindfolded and beaten, they were subjected to a variety of methods, including being slapped on the head, pranks, and more. All the suffering and tears that Quirrell endured last year were now being borne by the two of them.

A new wave of bullying and passive-aggressive behavior on campus has thus begun.

However, thanks to Moaning Myrtle's publicity, the tide quickly turned again.

The students lined up and walked past the hospital ward, wanting to catch a glimpse of whether Hermione had turned into a catgirl!

William had no choice but to conjure up a thick curtain and hang it around Hermione's bedside to prevent others from seeing her hairy face.

Anne came too.

Madam Pomfrey told her it wasn't an attack, just a bad cold, but she couldn't see anyone.

Anne, now certain that Hermione wasn't faking illness to get rid of her and then spend Christmas alone at school with William, offered a few perfunctory words of comfort, telling Hermione to focus on her treatment and to let her know if she needed anything...

Anyway, she didn't have any.

Before leaving, Anne mentioned that she would give Hermione a beautiful Christmas card.

"You only sent me a Christmas card? How stingy!"

After Anne left, Hermione, lying in bed, couldn't help but grumble and said she wanted to give Anne a set of exercise books.

Come on, let's hurt each other!

William, who was peeling an apple by the hospital bed, slowly savored the taste. He realized that the two sisters were putting on a show, hinting that he should give them a precious gift.

Ha... girls are really good at using tricks!

Soon, the Christmas holidays arrived, and the students all took the Hogwarts Express home.

William had no intention of staying at the school; he planned to take Hermione back to their home in Ottery St Catchpole.

William can help Hermione, whether by brewing Revealing Potion or using Transfiguration, there's no need for her to stay in the cold, impersonal Hospital Wing.

Even though there are no students at school, it's still more comfortable at home.

Hermione thought so too, and she couldn't wait to get back to her cabin.

Madam Pomfrey agreed, and during the Christmas holidays, she would also go out seeking excitement and wouldn't stay at school.

Those who stay at school on Christmas are mostly single people.

For example, Dumbledore, Snape, Professor Trelawney... (the names of most Hogwarts staff are omitted here).

Professor McGonagall will also be leaving; as a long-time Dementor fan, she's going to Hawaii to watch underwater Quidditch Match.

Professor Flitwick is going to the matchmaking market to find a new target;

Lockhart is holding an offline meet-up with his female fans to spend Christmas together, and he'll also be giving away some of his homemade pure milk.

Even Hagrid takes advantage of Christmas to do some unusual things with his good friends.

How will we get back? By train?

On the second day of the holiday, William led Hermione toward the Headmaster's Office.

After a period of treatment, Hermione was able to walk again and adapted to her half-human, half-beast body; the hair on her face also faded considerably.

"We'll go through the fireplace in the Headmaster's Office; that's where the Floo Network connects," William said.

Most fireplaces at Hogwarts are not connected to the Floo Network, otherwise students could easily run around through them, and others could also infiltrate the school.

However, the Headmaster's Office is always a bit special; Dumbledore only needs to greet the Department of Magical Transportation at the Ministry of Magic.

As for the Director General of the Floo Network who directly manages it... there's no need to contact him; the Director General's rank is too low, and Dumbledore has no way of speaking to him.

That's just how reality is!

When William left this time, he also took Bobocha and Mrs. Norris with him.

Mrs. Norris has essentially become the Stark family's cat.

Because of what was inside Filch's body, she dared not approach it at all, and since she was pregnant with a kitten, William had no choice but to take it with him.

Although William didn't know when Mrs. Norris would give birth, he was certain that several kittens would be caught this school year.

A large number of people have already pre-ordered the kittens, creating a situation where there are far more wolves than kittens!

When the two arrived at the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore was idly walking his bird.

There was a giant octopus in front of Fawkes, which he easily ate in one bite as a snack.

William and Hermione each wore a plain-colored wool hat, which looked exceptionally warm.

Dumbledore scrutinized the two men, then suddenly chuckled, "Nice hat, looks warm."

William sighed; Dumbledore was clearly implying that he could get him a warm wool hat for Christmas.

Is this how you ask for gifts at Christmas now?

Seeing Dumbledore's smile, Hermione quickly pulled down the fluffy hat that had been covering her forehead, covering her entire face, and then hid behind William.

"Goodbye then, Principal, see you next year!" William said softly.

A burst of flames engulfed the two of them. When William opened his eyes again, he was already in his own home.

Looking around, the room was exceptionally clean, just as it had been when I left.

This is normal; Nicolas sent a House-elf to clean every day.

Hermione returned home and completely relaxed. She threw her hat on the table, rolled around on the sofa a few times, and then skipped and hopped upstairs to her room.

Soon, William heard Hermione standing on the second-floor balcony, shouting in an extremely arrogant voice, "We're home!"

On Christmas Eve, the Ottery St Catchpole was hit by a heavy snowfall.

Hermione, who slept until noon, opened the door and saw the persimmon tree in the yard, its head bowed low by the snow, looking like an old, crooked-necked tree.

She opened her arms, stretched her body at the doorway, and did a few sets of the ninth set of broadcast gymnastics.

Bobocha and Mrs. Norris, the two cats, sat on the sofa, watching Hermione's bewildered behavior.

What has always puzzled them the most is why Hermione has a cat tail.

Unable to figure it out, she stopped thinking about it. Bobocha yawned, stomped her feet, then jumped off the sofa and headed for the door.

It walked into the snow, leaving a trail of footprints. Feeling its feet were too cold, it shivered and quickly hopped back into the house.

Mrs. Norris remained seated on the sofa, unmoved, like a wooden sculpture.

Hermione laughed heartily, reached down and grabbed a snowball from the ground, ready to throw it at Bobocha's head.

Although Bobocha is getting fatter, she still has agility, which is a skill she was born with.

With a few leaps, it ran into the kitchen, then jumped onto the counter to watch William make breakfast and lunch.

William, like Hermione, had just gotten up. The two of them had been watching videotapes in the living room until after 2 a. m. last night, so naturally they couldn't get up this morning.

This chaotic schedule has been going on for some time now.

Since the start of the holiday, the two have been letting loose:

Watching movies, playing games, playing Wizard's Chess, practicing magic, and occasionally having a raucous karaoke session, while also healing Hermione...

Let's just have fun however we want, there's no one else at home, and Anne isn't here either.

Two feline overlords... who cares about them?

Let each do their own thing.

(Thanks to "Hell Cat" and "Number One Unlucky" for their generous donations)