Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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The first stop of Aaron and Hermione was naturally Honeydukes. This is the paradise of young wizards.

Hermione not only bought some fluffy mints, but also many of her favorite candies.

“Maybe I can eat it secretly.” Hermione resolutely filled some milk fudge.

“Do you like candy like this?” She watched in surprise as Aaron put all kinds of candies in the shopping basket.

“No, there is a Little Sister in my house, her name is Emily, this is for her.” Thinking of the naughty and cute Emily, Aaron’s eyebrows are full of doting.

Hermione tried to restrain herself before swallowing such disappointing words as “candy-loving kids should go to the dentist regularly.”

Aaron noticed that there was a sign (special taste) hanging in the farthest corner of the store.

He took Hermione and walked over with interest, maybe he could buy some pits for Rolan.

It must be very funny that Rolan’s serious expression burst open.

A plate of bloody lollipop attracted his attention.

“Would you like to try this?” Aaron twisted one, blinking playfully.

“Uh, no, I guess they are for Vampire.” Hermione wrinkled her nose.

“How about these?” Aaron said, stuffing a can of cockroach candy under Hermione’s nose.

“Absolutely not.” Hermione pushed open the jar solemnly, and then laughed “pu chi” again.

Aaron noticed that Ron frowns cursed something in front of the Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans shelf not far from them.

Aaron took a step forward, blocking Ron looked towards here.

Hermione unfathomable mystery looked at Aaron who came up suddenly.

Aaron calmly stuffed a lot of bloody lollipop into the shopping basket.

“Will your younger sister like this?” Hermione asked in surprise.

“No, my second brother likes it.” Aaron pulled Rolan out as a shield without the slightest hesitation.

Aaron took Hermione to Joko’s what a joke shop again, and bought a lot of “big dung bombs”, “hiccup candy”, frog egg soap and other things.

Not surprisingly, Aaron saw Ron again in Joko’s what a joke shop.

Hermione saw Ron too, and her smile disappeared when she saw the angry expression on Ron’s face.

Hermione glared at Ron in disgust and frowned.

Aaron raised her eyebrows and pulled Hermione out of the shop.

When Aaron once again told Hermione to forget Ron and talk happily, a group of Slytherin girls walked by, including Pansy Parkinson.

“Aaron and Hermione!” Pansy screamed, “Ah, Aaron, you don’t have a good eye… Penelope is at least pretty good!”

Pansy thought it would drew laughter from the female children, but only a moment of embarrassing silence was left.

Unlike other little witches in the house, the girls from Slytherin actually have a good impression of Aaron.

Such a handsome, capable, handsome, and expensive boy cannot arouse their disgust.

They looked at Hermione, who was completely different in peacetime, and couldn’t agree with Pansy’s words.

Pansy was coldly snorted, looking very unhappy, speeded up his pace, shrieking, and impudent looking back at Aaron and Hermione.

Hermione’s expression was a little embarrassing, and Aaron thoughtfully changed the subject.

“Hermione, your nose is cold and red, not equal to me, go in and sit in the teahouse of Madam Puddifoot.”

Hermione immediately covered her nose with her hand, and she felt cold at the tip of her nose. With her unimaginable red nose, she immediately nodded and agreed with Aaron’s suggestion.

Gentleman Aaron opened the door of the tea house, letting Hermione walk in first.

Then, Aaron turned around and gave Ron who was following him an unexplained smile.

This is a small and cramped teahouse, misty. Everything inside is decorated with tacky lace, even the small round table.

Hermione suddenly became uncoordinated with her body, she was nervous and extremely uncomfortable. Because she found that there was a pair of pairs in the room, all holding hands.

Aaron had walked in, took Hermione, and sat down at the only round table, next to the foggy window.

Hermione lowered her head shyly.

Aaron looked out the window seemingly carelessly, Ron’s silhouette faintly discernible behind a cedar.

Aaron leaned forward slightly and brushed the snowflakes off Hermione’s head.

Ron kicked the cedar angrily, and the snow on the Fruit Tree fell sluggishly, spilling Ron’s face all over his head.

Ron waved his arms anxiously, wiping them in a mess.

Aaron couldn’t help laughing, Hermione looked up suspiciously.

She just wanted to ask Aaron what she was laughing at when she was distracted by Madam Puddifoot.

“What do you want for the two?” Madam Puddifoot asked, she was fat, wearing a shiny black hair bun, and squeezed from between the two tables with difficulty.

“How about 2 cups of hot coffee in this weather?” Aaron looked towards Hermione.

A couple at the next table started kissing through the sugar bowl, Hermione bowed her eyes sorry and nodded randomly.

“Professor Flitwick will teach us the Happy Curse soon. I knew it when I helped him prepare the handout.” Aaron saw Hermione’s cramps and brought the topic to Hermione’s interest.

Sure enough, Hermione opened her eyes wide and looked towards Aaron.

“He takes this spell very seriously, maybe it will be included in the final exam.” Aaron shrugged.

Speaking of spells, Hermione was interested in entering familiar areas. She sipped the hot coffee and relaxed her tight shoulders.

When the two people were talking and enjoying each other, the door of the teahouse was knocked open with a “peng”, and a young wizard broke in.

It was Malfoy. Rarely, Goyle and Crabbe weren’t followed behind him.

In the eyes of everyone in surprise, Malfoy unceremoniously walked to the table of Aaron and Hermione and sat down.

When Ron outside the window saw it, he ignored the snow on his body and watched them talk attentively, trying to identify the shape of their lips.

Of course, he must be in vain.

“Harry always thought that Aaron was towards him. Look, Malfoy came to him for a private conversation! Hermione knew that, he didn’t tell us!” Ron stamped his frozen feet angrily.

“No, I have to think of a way to figure out what crafty plots and machinations they are discussing!” Ron said to himself.

But he found desperately that without Harry, without Hermione, he had nothing to do at this time!

Suddenly, he was slapped on the shoulder, and he turned his head and found no one.

Ron looked around all around suspiciously, “Have I been hallucinated by Aaron and Hermione?”