Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 185 Emotional Value, Post-Meal Exercise

Although she couldn't sleep, Miss Granger wasn't someone who listened to reason so easily. How could she just get up whenever she was told to?

She stretched one hand out from under the covers, the sleeve of her pajamas slipping down to reveal half of her fair arm.

When Qin Yu saw her hand reaching out to him, he instinctively grasped it and tried to pull it up.

However, the girl refused to get up, shaking her head repeatedly and saying anxiously and angrily:

"No, no! It's like that day!"

What do you mean by "this" and "that"?

Qin Yu was completely baffled.

“Like, like that time at Flourish and Blotts!” Hermione said, her face already a little red. But thinking that her parents weren’t home right now, she was instantly less worried. Instead, she stared at Qin Yu, wanting him to remember.

Oh, that time.

Qin Yu immediately remembered.

So he first straightened up, then bent down, and at the same time took the outstretched, fair hand in his right hand. Then, with his lips slightly parted, he gently touched the back of the girl's hand, and then, in a perfect London accent, said:

"Time to get up, my dear princess!"

Well, this isn't much different from those "Princess, please get in the car," "Princess, please go to sleep," and "Princess, please eat snail rice noodles" posts on the internet from my previous life.

Similarly, Miss Granger, upon hearing these words, felt quite pleased, just like those young girls in her previous life.

Qin Yu's emotional appeal this time was truly substantial!

Sure enough, Hermione immediately giggled, happily kicked the blanket off, and then waved her arms at Qin Yu.

— Extending one hand requires pulling, but extending both hands obviously does not.

Qin Yu naturally understood what she meant. He smiled helplessly, leaned over, and let the little witch wrap her arms around his neck.

Since they've already called her a princess, they certainly won't mind doing some of the physical labor that follows.

So, after Hermione had a firm grip, Qin Yu pushed off with both hands and with a burst of strength, lifted the girl up.

After getting up, Hermione immediately hooked her legs around Qin Yu's waist, slid up a couple more times, and hung herself snugly on his body.

"..."

Well, Qin Yu is now entangled with the little witch.

He gave the little girl a sharp, light slap and said irritably, "Where are we going next, Your Highness?"

"Ahem, I'm going to the restroom..." The reply was very soft.

The girl buried her head in his neck, too ashamed to lift it.

Without wasting any words, Qin Yu quickly took the oversized "accessory" and headed to the bathroom next to the living room.

At the door, Hermione slid quickly off him, then, like a discarded tool, ruthlessly pushed him aside, went inside alone, and closed the door behind her.

"Even a gentleman should be wary; what kind of person do you take me for?"

Qin Yu muttered a random complaint, then shrugged and turned to go to the kitchen before any noise could be heard from inside.

Then, he placed the breakfast that Mrs. Granger had prepared on the table one by one, waiting for a certain "princess" who had finished washing up to come out and enjoy it.

……

Breakfast was simple: an egg and ham sandwich with milk, which was very nutritious.

Qin Yu wasn't picky about food. After all, it wasn't realistic to expect Mrs. Granger to prepare tofu pudding and fried dough sticks, was it? Not to mention that Qin Yu only ate savory tofu pudding, and even the gravy was difficult to prepare.

The two chatted while eating breakfast.

Hermione mentioned that she had been reading late into the night because she had come across some interesting ancient stories. She picked one or two of them and recounted them to Qin Yu, who listened with great interest.

"Sigh, still no news of Nicolas Flamel..." After finishing the story, Hermione couldn't help but sigh, then looked at Qin Yu pitifully and said, "Qin, can't you really tell me?"

Qin Yu calmly took a sip of milk and said leisurely, "I can tell you, but don't you think it's a very challenging thing? Don't you want to find the answer yourself? After all, you are the eldest disciple of the great detective Hercule Poirot!"

Qin Yu naturally couldn't casually reveal the secret that Hagrid was still guarding.

However, Qin Yu understood that different ways of speaking should be used for different people.

Hearing this, Hermione's fighting spirit was rekindled, and she nodded solemnly: "I will definitely find the answer!"

Well, a little witch who doesn't want to be a great detective can't become a good Minister of Magic.

Then Hermione muttered to herself, "I wonder if Harry and the others have gone to look for them."

"Ha, those two kids, they finally get a holiday, they're either having a blast or getting into trouble." Qin Yu gave his prediction without any mercy.

And in fact, if nothing unexpected happened, that's exactly how they spent their vacation.

Mentioning these two naturally led to the conversation about how the Weasleys didn't spend Christmas with their school-aged children, but instead went to visit Charlie.

Charlie's work raising dragons at a dragon farm in Romania is a job that sparks much imagination.

"I originally thought Longchang would be very remote and the work would be very boring. I didn't expect Charlie to meet a girl and even make her angry. I even gave him some advice in the letter. I'm quite good at winning over girls."

As Qin Yu spoke, he realized he might have said a bit too much, and the room suddenly became unusually quiet.

Sure enough, when he looked up again, he met Hermione's narrowed eyes, which were now scrutinizing him.

"Uh..." the person said awkwardly.

"Are you good at charming girls?" the girl said quietly.

"No, no, no, I mean I'm slightly better than Charlie," Qin Yu quickly added.

"Really? How many girls has Mr. Qin wooed?" Hermione asked calmly.

However, the foot sticking out from under the table proved that she wasn't truly calm.

"Ouch, just one, just one!" Qin Yu cried out as the little foot stomped on him.

"Oh, so how many do you want to coax?" the little witch continued, posing a potentially disastrous question.

"He definitely only wants to appease one person!" Qin Yu said righteously.

"Hmph, that's more like it." Hermione then withdrew her foot.

However, someone blurted out, "Aren't you even going to ask who that one is?"

After saying this, he quickly pushed aside his chair, stood up, and fled for his life.

Sure enough, the enraged little witch shouted his name and chased after him frantically.

After a chase and a lot of shouting and commotion, Qin Yu couldn't move around much in the small living room, and he was caught off guard and pinned down on the sofa by Hermione.

What followed was naturally a fight involving punches and kicks, biting and nibbling.

Finally, Hermione stepped on the jerk and looked down at him, asking who the girl he was trying to win over was.

This scene momentarily stunned Qin Yu; it was almost identical to the one in his dream.

So that dream was prophetic.

"It's you, it's you, it's you! Who else could it be but Miss Granger?"

As Qin Yu spoke, he grabbed the small hand, and the owner of the small hand lost her balance and fell into his arms.

"That wretched Qin!" the little witch muttered to herself, condemning someone.

Someone put their arm around her, but their tone became serious.

"Hermione, I had a dream last night..."

"Ok?"

"I dreamed that many, many years from now, you would still treat me the same way you do now."

"what?"

"Your legs are still so strong."

"Huh?"

"Yes, I like you just the way you are, I really like your lively personality."

"Well……"

Although the description of the dream was a bit strange, and Hermione didn't quite understand what "the legs are still so strong" meant, the little witch only focused on that word because the guy said "like".

I just had breakfast and ran around for a while, so I'm a bit tired. I'll lie down a little longer since there's nothing urgent to do anyway.

As she thought this, one of her restless little feet moved unconsciously, fighting with someone's foot, trying to determine a winner.

Hmm, just like a cat can't control its tail, she felt like she couldn't control her mischievous foot either.