Chapter 237

After some selection, John decided to give both the small hourglass and the scarf; it wasn't expensive anyway.

He seemed very satisfied with his selection results and nodded with his hands on his hips.

But immediately he touched his chin and asked hesitantly.

"However, I don't know if Hermione will like it... what do you guys think?"

John stood up straight and asked the brothers behind him.

While asking, he looked at the people behind him through the reflection in the shop window.

Only, there was no shadow of his three good brothers behind him, only a young girl standing there prettily.

The girl also looked at John's eyes through the reflection with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

"......"

"Hermione! Why are you, no, when did you get here!"

After a moment of daze, John hurriedly turned his head and looked at Hermione in surprise.

"Hmm... let me think, it should have been when you asked me how that little hourglass was."

Hermione had one hand behind her back, while the other finger rested playfully on her chin, pretending to think.

That means she was there from the beginning!

"By the way, I really like that little hourglass~ and that scarf too~"

Listening to Hermione's clearly intentional teasing, John blushed with embarrassment for a moment.

All those things he could only say to his good brothers were heard by Hermione.

No way, Hermione came and didn't even remind me, just left me and ran away!

"Ahem! You, I uh... if you like it, I'll give it to you..."

John held it in for a long time, really had no choice, and then spoke slowly.

Hermione nodded heavily, her eyes curved into crescents, and the smile on her face couldn't be hidden no matter what.

On the white snowy ground of Hogsmeade, the two walked one after the other.

Hermione walked in front, her steps showing a clear sense of excitement.

John followed behind Hermione, holding the lifeless Big Orange in his arms, looking at Hermione's back; her hair and scarf swayed with her steps.

As for that exquisite little hourglass, it was being played with in her palm.

She was probably considering where to hang this little thing so she could carry it with her conveniently.

The fluffy scarf wrapped her tightly, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, like amber illuminated by the snow light.

"Hermione, how did you know I was here?"

On the way, John asked Hermione in confusion.

His itinerary today was just wandering around randomly with his brothers.

"Oh, you reminded me."

Hermione in front heard John's question and immediately stopped, blocking John's path.

"Crookshanks came to me to complain about you; after you guys took it to the Shrieking Shack, you abandoned it and went out to play by yourselves."

"So it found me, and then led the way to find you."

John was stunned, looked down at Big Orange in his arms; Big Orange heard that its owner finally intended to stand up for it, and immediately opened its big eyes, looking forward to its owner continuing to output.

"No, Big Orange, we brought you out to play, why are you still complaining?"

John looked at Big Orange in his arms and said sadly.

"Meow!"

Big Orange meowed at John with dissatisfaction.

"It said you forced it to come out together."

"No, Hermione, can you really understand what it says?"

"At least we've been raising it for five years, so there's some tacit understanding, right."

Hermione said triumphantly.

"Meow."

Big Orange meowed at Hermione again, as if urging her to punish John quickly.

"Crookshanks told me to punish you severely; you tell me, what should I do?"

Hearing Crookshanks' urging, Hermione then put her hands on her hips and leaned over to John's side to ask in a low voice.

"How about you pretend you didn't understand..."

"That won't do; Crookshanks is my beloved cat, my hand and foot family!"

Hermione said impartially.

"Then... I'll treat you to a cup of tea?"

"That won't do either! Just a cup of... wait, where are we going to drink?"

John had just said one condition, and Hermione immediately refused, but halfway through the refusal, she circled back and asked.

"Uh, I heard there's a nice tea house called Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop; shall we go try it together?"

Hearing the location John mentioned, Hermione's eyes clearly brightened.

"Okay."

Hermione nodded immediately and agreed.

This reaction made John tilt his head in confusion.

"Is that place very good? So excited?"

"Hmm? Don't you know about that place?"

Now it was Hermione's turn to be confused; after all, it was John who proposed it, and she thought John must know what kind of place it was.

"Uh... actually, I asked Luna last time, what's a good place in Hogsmeade to take a girl to play..."

"Then Luna recommended I take you there for a date..."

Hearing this, Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She wanted to cry because John, this idiot, didn't actually have a sudden realization and take the initiative to ask her on a date.

She wanted to laugh because John specifically asked for the location just to go on a date with her.

"So, what do people do there?"

John scratched his head worriedly; although logically speaking, Luna wouldn't pit him...

But the old lady's brain circuit is different from ordinary people; maybe in her opinion, a normal place is actually very abnormal...

"You didn't even ask clearly before inviting a girl over; luckily you invited me, otherwise I'd have taken your head off!"

Hermione hummed, sounding like she still had a bit of a temper.

Regarding this, John scratched his head.

Although Hermione said so, she was clearly happy when he invited her just now; comparing it with her current reaction, he almost guessed what kind of place Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was.

So John continued.

"But besides you, it's impossible for me to invite any other girl to play."

Hearing this, Hermione's face flushed instantly; she turned her head away proudly and pouted.

"... Hmph~ you only know how to say nice things."

John smiled, simply took Hermione's hand, and pulled her toward the main street of Hogsmeade village.

Hermione didn't pull away either, letting John hold her soft little hand.

Neither of them noticed a long, accusation-filled "Meow!" coming from behind.

Big Orange sat on the stone steps, its tail patting the ground anxiously, looking at its owner being led away by that two-legged beast that pitted it, with a look of hopelessness.

Cats don't understand what Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop is, but cats understand that its love-brained owner has once again left it behind.