Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 231 Feelings
Harry was completely unaware of the changes in Hermione and Ron around him.

He was leaning against the cold wall with his eyes closed.

He didn't need to look, because every word in the room was incredibly familiar; he had just experienced it last night (or rather, this morning).

Reliving the night from an outsider's perspective didn't help him improve much; it only added a bit more determination.

To be honest, he had felt something soft pressing against his arm since earlier, but he had been too nervous to notice it.
Harry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that Hermione was still clinging tightly to his arm, her whole body curled up on his arm, so that some parts of her body were uncontrollably pressing against his skin.

Hermione
Harry instinctively turned his head, only to feel a "buzz" in his head. All the heavy thoughts about the wake, the insights about magic, and the determination to protect everyone were all "blasted" into pieces at that moment.

Hermione was almost curled up, leaning against him.

In order to hear the sounds inside the door, she unconsciously leaned forward, her chest inevitably pressing tightly against his upper arm.

The space beneath the invisibility cloak was cramped; he could even vaguely sense the unusual curves and elasticity through the thin school robe and sweater.

The warmth of the girl's body, mixed with a unique scent of books and the fragrance of green apple shampoo, subtly wafted into his nostrils.
The coolness of the wall still seeped through the fabric, which only made the warmth on my arm seem all the more comforting.

Merlin!
Harry's cheeks and ears instantly burned, and his neck turned bright red, burning hot enough for him to feel.

He stood frozen in place, not daring to move, even subconsciously holding his breath, afraid that any slight movement would make this deadly contact clearer, or alert the focused Hermione.

Suddenly, seeing that no one seemed to care about him, he subconsciously turned his head to glance around. His gaze passed over Hermione's fluffy brown hair and lingered on that small section of her fair and slender neck.
Harry felt a slight dizziness and a pang of guilt—Sirius and Regulus's story was so tragic, Professor Levy was nearby, they were doing something so serious (and dangerous), and his mind was here thinking about it!

He tried to draw attention back to Sirius's somber narration inside the door, but failed.

At this moment, the sensation coming from his arm seemed to have captured all his attention, clinging to him tightly, impossible to shake off.

Harry tried stealthily and extremely slowly to pull his arm back even a millimeter, but Hermione seemed to notice his movement and, in her nervousness, hugged him even tighter.

She turned her head and gave him a warning look from very close range, her lips moving silently: "Don't move!"

Harry froze, his gaze fixed on her glossy lips, not daring to even look away.

He felt like he was about to explode because of this extreme situation!

By the time Harry came to his senses, the figure inside the room had already gotten up and was preparing to leave.

The three people by the wall panicked instantly, and Harry's eyes flashed with deep self-reproach—he should have kept a close eye on everything and led them away as the wake conversation was coming to an end.

"Let's go, Harry."

Harry saw Professor Levy call his name and walk past them with another 'him'—so close he could smell the fragrance of the wind Professor Levy left behind.

"Thank you again, Professor Li Wei."

Sirius stayed in the room to keep Regulus company and did not go out to see him off; Kreacher did so on his behalf.

At this moment, he clasped his hands together, looking at Li Wei as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, appearing quite embarrassed.

Li Wei watched him patiently—encouraged by this, Kreacher finally spoke:

"Kreacher wants to continue serving Sirius Black. I wonder if Professor Levy could give Kreacher a little more time?"

"Of course, Kreacher. Do what you want. Tell Sirius not to worry about the deal. I already have loyal and reliable partners helping me, and I don't need you."

Livy waved his hand to reassure Kreacher and then left with Harry.

As for the other Harry, he remained pressed tightly against the wall with Ron and Hermione, barely daring to breathe, even though Hermione had cast a spell beforehand, they still had no confidence.

"Sigh," Kreacher sighed deeply after seeing Levi and Harry off—he still remembered how Levi had taken him from Sirius Black's hands before, and now it seemed that Professor Levi was much gentler than he had imagined.

Sirius Black is truly blessed to have such a friend.

Kreacher turned around, and in the empty surroundings, his expression turned sorrowful again.

"Young Master Sirius, what would you like to eat this morning?"

He walked to the door and asked Sirius.

"Whatever—Kreacher, I'm not in the mood to eat. Just make me something simple."

"Yes."

Kreacher left.

Then, Harry and his friends, who were about to leave, heard sobbing coming from the room, and Sirius's sorrowful voice, "I'm sorry, Regulus."

The three of them exchanged a glance and quietly ran to the door. Hermione was about to open the door when Harry suddenly realized what was happening and grabbed her arm—his hand suddenly recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

'What's wrong? ’

Ron and Hermione looked at him, puzzled.

Harry thought for a moment, then whispered in Hermione's ear:
"I might still be outside."

When they pulled back, Hermione didn't react at all, only showing a look of sudden realization, while Harry's face turned slightly red.

He then whispered it again in Ron's ear.

Ron's eyes widened immediately, a look of relief flashing in them.

After the three of them stood there for what felt like an eternity, Harry finally nodded to Hermione.

'Crunch. '

The doorknob, now silent, turned quietly, and the three of them carefully left the room.

Once they were completely out of the territory of 12 Grimmauld Place, they finally dared to emerge from their invisibility cloaks, panting heavily.

The cool morning mist seeped into their chests, but the three of them did not feel cold. Instead, they felt as if they had survived a disaster, and their hearts were filled with a joy of rebirth.

Someone chuckled first, and that chuckle acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the other two.

All three of them burst into laughter.

The tension, excitement, and ultimate joy of success that had been building up all night merged into an unstoppable torrent, splashing into the air along with laughter.

"Merlin's fattest briefs!"

Ron wiped away the tears of laughter and was the first to speak, panting.

"We actually did it! We didn't get caught in front of Professor Li Wei! This is absolutely the coolest thing I've ever done in my life!"

Hermione, her face flushed with excitement, joined in, "I had a great time tonight! This trip was wonderful!"

Harry stood beside them, grinning happily as he watched the two of them—though his gaze kept drifting towards Hermione.

(End of this chapter)