So hungry (happy 520, everyone)

night,

Sophie Hotel, Airiz Miramar Tarras.

With a creak.

The door was opened a crack.

A furtive figure peered through the crack in the door, cautiously observing for a moment. Finding no one around, the figure immediately opened the door and tiptoed down the corridor.

Hermione, carrying a small blue lunchbox, knocked on the door of the next room.

But no one answered the door.

She glanced warily at her parents' room at the far end of the corner, then rang the doorbell again.

Still no one answered the door.

Hermione's eyes darted around, and she quickly pulled her little darling, Bowtruckle -WALL-E, from her pocket.

WALL-E was sleeping when he was woken up. He sat in the girl's palm, rubbed his eyes, and let out a long yawn.

"Hurry up, WALL-E, open the door for me," Hermione urged in a low voice. "I'll treat you to extra food tomorrow, fresh soft-shelled turtles, you can eat your fill!"

Upon hearing that the turtles would provide a feast, the Bowtruckle shook its head vigorously to clear its mind.

It stood wobbly on the doorknob, its slender arm inserted into the lock.

Hermione waited five seconds... but the door still hadn't opened.

What's going on...? Hermione frowned slightly.

Had William cast a protective spell on the lock because I had tried to force my way in so many times?

"No, no! It's definitely not out of fear of me, that's right, it's out of fear of the Auror!"

"Cregan doesn't look like a good person at all, and he even said he wanted to transfer Costa over," Hermione muttered to herself.

Why didn't William tell me? He should at least have told me about this, right?

Ever since Phoebe arrived, he's been acting strangely..."

In just a few seconds, Hermione had already brainstormed a 120-episode afternoon TV series with palace intrigue, mistresses rising to power, betrayal, and revenge as its main themes.

At the end of the story, Hermione is contemplating how to take revenge on William and Phoebe.

She might need to learn the most terrible curses for this, though they're Dark Magic, but the Hogwarts Library certainly has them!

She would have a sudden flash of inspiration at the most important moment for them, and then disappear forever, becoming a witch he could never touch in his life!

She also wants...

Snap!

The Bowtruckle fell off the doorknob and landed on the floor. It lay sprawled on the carpet, humming softly in a swirling snoring.

"..."

Hermione picked up the Bowtruckle and angrily shook it, but WALL-E showed no signs of waking up. He even licked his lips, as if dreaming of plenty of fresh beetles.

"The fresh turtle worms are gone; they've replaced them with dried turtle worms from 1982," Hermione grumbled.

She drew her wand and aimed it at the lock.

Click, the door opened.

"William," Hermione said softly, peeking out of the door, "I'm coming in!"

She carefully went inside and quickly locked the door from the inside.

The lights were on inside, but William wasn't in the room.

Hermione wandered around several times, even checking the bathroom, but couldn't find the boy.

Hermione knew William's habits very well; he usually wouldn't leave the room with the lights on when he left it empty.

Unless he went out with someone else and forgot to turn off the lights.

Hermione, with her exceptional investigative abilities, reached out and touched the bed again... It was completely cold.

Clearly, William hasn't been in the house for quite some time!

It's 9 PM.

But he wasn't in the room!

Hermione slammed the lunchbox down on the table, snorted, and said angrily, "Not coming home tonight, huh?!"

This was the first time Hermione had encountered such a situation during all the times she had been here.

She started imagining scenes from her mind again. This time, at the end of the story, she not only learned to curse, but also the Unforgivable Curses.

She defeated Phoebe and won the battle, but lost in life.

Should we go knock on Phoebe's door?

Hermione hesitated for two seconds, then shook her head. It would be too embarrassing if she found William inside; she wouldn't have any room to explain to him.

She decided to wait here first!

Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up a book from the bedside table.

Nicolas's notes were all written in French.

Hermione was confused by what she read, so she switched to an Ancient Runes.

After opening the book, a series of words were projected onto the room.

Hermione read for a while longer; the words seemed to possess a magical power. She grew increasingly sleepy, and soon, with her head drooping, she fell asleep on William's bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione heard a series of slapping sounds near her ears.

The noisy knocking woke her from her sleep.

William, you're back?

Hermione rubbed her eyes sleepily, only to find that the boy hadn't returned; instead, the sound was coming from under the pillow.

Hermione hurriedly lifted the pillow, and there was a gold Safety Watch underneath.

"..."

William always carried it with him; if he took it off, it meant... he himself was inside the watch.

Oh no, she completely forgot about that!

Hermione placed the Safety Watch on the table and went up the stairs into this wondrous space.

Sure enough, William was immediately spotted standing in the hall, waving his wand.

William heard footsteps, turned around, and saw Hermione.

He paused, then exclaimed in surprise, "Hermione, how did you get in? I tried so many times, but I couldn't open the door."

I thought there was something wrong with the Undetectable Extension Charm...

"I don't know either, okay..." Hermione blushed and honestly admitted, "I just fell asleep on your bed and might have rolled onto the Safety Watch."

"Sister, my sister! I've been calling for half an hour! My voice is hoarse!" William said speechlessly. "Can't you hear me?"

"Who told you to hide the Safety Watch under your pillow?" Hermione muttered under her breath. "I thought you..."

"You think... I didn't come home last night?" William glanced sideways at Hermione. "Or did I go to Phoebe's room?"

Hermione, her little scheme exposed, shamelessly retorted, "Well! You said that, I didn't."

William shook his head, smiling helplessly as he looked at the increasingly bold and outspoken girl.

He suddenly reached out and pinched her delicate nose, saying, "Don't overthink it. If I go out, I'll definitely let you know. I won't stay out all night."

Hermione hummed twice, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy, and a pair of dimples appeared on her face.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Let's give that Dementor a home." William released Hermione's nose, took her hand, and walked downstairs.

William then created a new room within this space to house his Fantastic Beasts.

Hermione entered the room and immediately saw a huge cat tree in the corner, with the Basilisk coiled around it, flicking its tongue and staring at the two of them.

However, its eyes were covered by a magical shield, so it posed no great danger.

On the other side, there was a lush Devil's Snare, from Devil's Snare hung a Dahei.

As soon as someone entered, the Dementor roared incessantly, its black robe spinning wildly and crashing against the surrounding tempered glass.

"Can I use it to practice the Patronus Charm?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, otherwise why would I catch it? It's just for you to practice your skills," William laughed.

"So you're going to be busy this summer. You'll have to learn at least one of the Disillusionment Charm and the Patronus Charm."

William originally wanted to find a Boggart for Hermione to practice with, but those things weren't easy to find.

The Dementor ' power comes from human emotions. If they don't eat these for a long time, they won't starve, but their power will weaken.

In that situation, the danger would be greatly reduced, making it perfect for Hermione to practice. Using Dementor directly as tools—only William could provide such a luxurious "tool."

"I wonder what my Patronus will be?" Hermione asked, chin in hand.

"Guardian deities can take many forms, from ordinary animals to magical creatures, and their forms generally reflect the personality of the wizard."

William waved his wand, and a small eagle landed on Hermione's shoulder.

"Of course, if the caster has experienced some degree of mental trauma or emotional upheaval, such as falling in love, the Patronus's form may change."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, Hermione, what brings you here now?" William asked, puzzled. "You didn't just come to check on me, did you?"

"Of course not. I noticed you didn't eat well at noon and dinner, so I brought you some food." Hermione smiled and held up the lunchbox.

William not only didn't eat well, but he was also terrified after being tricked by Anne.

William eventually sat obediently next to Hermione, otherwise he wouldn't be enjoying such a high-class treatment as having a midnight snack delivered to him.

William took the lunchbox, opened it, and raised an eyebrow. He picked up a thick, hard "weapon"!

Isn't that the murder weapon?

Hermione brought a French longsword, it's so stiff you could use it to Bludger!

French baguette, also known as baguette... you can tell how dangerous this bread is just from its name!

"Oh, I didn't know. Anne told me it was delicious and crunchy." Hermione took the bread from William. "I tried it too, and it really is delicious."

"They're definitely crispier when they're fresh out of the oven," William said. "They'll harden if left out too long, especially in humid places."

"Never mind then," Hermione said hastily. "I'll go buy you a new one now! They shouldn't be closed yet..."

"Too much trouble." William patted Hermione's head, took the stiff baguette from her hand, cut it into thin slices with a knife, and ate it in small bites.

"I'll try some too." Hermione picked up a crumb of bread, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and said with a bright smile, "It's alright, not too bad."

William, holding Hermione's hand and looking at the Dementor, mumbled, "Little Colourful Flag... hurry up! Why are you so slow!"

Upon hearing William's words, the Dementor in its Dahei, which had been spinning incessantly, stopped spinning, lay down on the glass, and stared at William and Hermione in solitude.

The air was filled with a rich, lingering sweetness.

It patted its belly.

So hungry...

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Happy 520!

Thanks to the boss of "Daxingweigu" for the reward.)