Chapter 234 The Shy Field And The First Kiss

The first class at Hogwarts in the morning is at nine o'clock.

But generally, after having breakfast at half-past eight, the students will sit in the classroom one after another in advance, unless they get lost or delayed by other things; there will rarely be time for a student to enter the classroom.

Not to mention that the first class of the first year was still Professor Severus Snape's potions class.

So by the time Elena and Hannah rushed to the Potions Classroom, there were already several first-year students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff sitting in pairs and groups of three.

Obviously, the bad tradition of scaring young wizards in the magical world, regardless of age, is no joke, and the young wizards who have been bullied by the older ones for a while are now speaking in hushed tones to each other, and the whole class is filled with anxiety and tension.

However, for Elena, the real tension is not in the classroom, but in—

"Elena, this is your 'Magical Potion and Potions' class, as well as cauldrons, scales, and potions materials. When I returned to the dormitory, I found that you left them next to my bed, so..."

Hermione Granger saw Elena anxiously standing at the Potions Classroom door, holding a bunch of teaching materials for the Potions class, and when she saw Elena appear at the corner of the hallway, she rushed towards Elena, anxiously explaining.

The cute Gryffindor lion still had a slight blush on her face. She didn't know if it was because she had rushed down from the eighth floor hastily, or because she was standing alone in front of the classroom waiting for others. Or both—after all, as a Gryffindor, suddenly appearing at the entrances of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff was a bit strange.

"Eh?"

Before Elena could speak, she felt Hannah's arm, which she was holding tightly with her left hand, squeeze. She could even feel the smile on Hannah's face almost instantly recede, and she began to look serious.

—It's over, it's over, how embarrassing!

She hoped that Hannah wouldn't use their "confession" agreement to brag, and that little Hermione wouldn't boast about embarrassing things from the previous night, otherwise, this might not simply be a field of embarrassment, but it could go straight to the development of a "sugary sweet life."

Where is Professor Snape now? Why hasn't he come to the classroom to prepare for the class?!

Elena longed to see the great Professor Snape fall from the sky and rescue her again from the water. The story of this encounter was truly terrible, especially when both of them were little childish lolis who liked to hold grudges.

Indeed, the next second, as if making up her mind, Hannah Abbott took a deep breath and slowly released Elena's arm, and walked between Hermione and Elena, generously taking the stack of potions lesson materials and supplies from Hermione's arms, and said with a kind smile.

"Thank you very much, fellow Granger. Elena is always so careless. If you don't watch her, sooner or later she will lose herself."

"It doesn't matter, after all, I am Elena's best friend, and these things should come naturally."

Hermione looked at Hannah, looked back, and replaced Elena with the Hufflepuff uniform, then looked at Hannah standing in front of her, slightly raising her eyebrows.

"I really didn't expect that. I just went back to the common room to change my clothes. It took so long that Elena missed the whole breakfast—the common room at Hufflepuff House must be hard to find, right?"

Throughout breakfast, Hermione looked at the entrance of the Great Hall almost every half minute. Unfortunately, until Professor Dumbledore announced that breakfast was over, Elena's figure did not reappear in the Great Hall.

After the generous Mr. Otto Apocalis announced the raise in the standard of the dining, almost everyone started discussing the mysterious new teacher, and no one paid attention to the little conflict that had occurred at the entrance of the Great Hall earlier. If it weren't for the dreamy drooling of an elusive white fuzzball around her neck, Hermione almost had the illusion that Elena had not returned to Hogwarts.

"Best friend? Well... yes, of course to you."

Hannah seemed to remember something and nodded a little, a winning smile appearing on her face.

"The reason I didn't return to the Great Hall is quite simple. After all, Elena would force me to try her own breakfast, so it really delayed a long time."

"Elena made breakfast by hand? Here for you?" The smile on Hermione's face seemed a bit stiff.

"Yes... you know, Elena seems very confident in her culinary skills."

Hannah shrugged slightly and said with some resignation, "It's a pity that the portion is a bit small, otherwise I could let you have a taste, it's really delicious and tasty, better than the breakfast in the Great Hall by more than a degree."

For some reason, Hermione always felt that after spending some breakfast time, the moments of attack and defense were reversed.

Whether it was because of the closeness of Hannah and Elena, or because of Hannah Abbott's unconscious display of tone, there must be something between them that she didn't know. This feeling of being on the periphery made her feel somewhat familiar but strange.

"So... I see."

Hermione Granger looked at Hannah, staring at the white fuzzball that was trying to pretend to be innocent, unconsciously clutching the potions books and lessons she held tightly in her arms, and pursed her lips, feeling a little unfair in her heart—she had also hastily sent books to this careless white fuzzball for the purpose of confronting Professor Dumbledore.

"Well, in short, I'm here to deliver Elena the textbook and experimental equipment for 'Magical Potion and Potions'. That being said... I'll go back to the common room to prepare it."

Hermione's face was cold, she passed by Hannah, throwing her arms with sadness into Elena's hands, and was about to turn around and leave.

Observing the expressionless face of the little beaver, Elena, who had been by her side, sighed barely in her heart, Hermione was mad.

"Now, Hermione. I actually specially reserved an extra breakfast for you. Look, it's beautiful."

Elena hastily took out a warm ashen snake egg from between her arms and placed it in Hermione's palm as if it were a jewel. The shiny brilliance like a ruby instantly caught Hermione's eye; no girl of this age can resist such beautiful things.

"What is... what?" Hermione blinked, asking with curiosity.

"A Fire Ash Snake Egg, delicious!"

Elena's little head hairs shook with pride. She looked at the ashen snake egg in her hand and swallowed saliva. She said seriously, "This is the last one. I didn't want to eat it. It's for you."

"Especially... left for me?"

Upon hearing Elena's words, Hermione's eyes narrowed happily, like a lazy cat.

She reached out and touched the snake egg resembling a ruby in Elena's hand. It was unexpectedly soft, like a blushing jelly, quivering under the girl's fingers.

"But, is it really edible? Won't it suddenly burn?"

"Just put it directly into your mouth and chew it slowly. The more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes."

Elena nodded excitedly, preparing to give a more detailed description. Suddenly, she felt a malicious gaze mixed with a murderous air coming from not too far away.

"Okay!"

Hannah slowly turned around, looking at Elena, who was pleading behind Hermione, with an expressionless look, looking at the snake egg in Elena's hand, and asked calmly and gently.

"Elena, I remember when I asked you before, didn't you say that the pot was completely empty...?"

Professor Snape's collection of Fire Ash Snake Eggs was not too large, and there were less than ten.

Since it was the first time she had tried cooking, Elena didn't cook too many at once, so she cooked three; Hannah only ate one of them, leaving the remaining two for Elena. Elena actually secretly hid one.

"Uh, this..."

Elena touched her nose uncomfortably, and was about to come up with a reason to deceive.

"Yes, the three of you, what are you doing this time?"

A cold, slow voice suddenly sounded from behind the three, "If you want to play with the three-headed snake, I can specifically request Professor Dumbledore to allow you to perform for the teachers and students of the school on Halloween- as long as you haven't been confined due to prolonged bottlenecks at various intersections of the school."

Professor Snape! You mustn't let him see!

Upon hearing the voice behind, Elena suddenly froze, without hesitation, she raised her hand and pushed the ashen egg into Hermione's slightly open mouth- if Professor Snape sees what you have, it may not be confinement, but straight into the potion cauldron.

"Um! Um! Um!"

Hermione's eyes still hesitated on how to spit out her eyes. Although in theory, the egg can be swallowed directly, for an eleven-year-old girl, the size is a bit big.

After Hermione's mouth suddenly filled with a warm snake egg, the physiological reaction made her shake her head for the first time, struggling to spit the snake egg out of her mouth.

"Hannah!"

Ignoring Professor Snape behind her, Elena firmly pressed Hermione's little mouth with one hand, grabbed Hermione's right hand with the other, and shouted loudly at the little blond Loli in front of her.

"Understood!"

Just a second slower than Elena's reaction, Hannah, who saw Elena's movement, nervously nodded, no longer entangled with the snake egg Elena secretly stole, and with a quick arrow step, helped Elena take control of Hermione's hands.

"What... what are you doing? Let go of that Gryffindor girl!"

At that moment, Snape also vaguely noticed that something was amiss, he frowned, shouted loudly, and pulled out his wand.

But it was too late-

The flaming gray egg had to be dealt with quickly! Otherwise, it would definitely die! It will die! It will die!

Elena looked at the confused and frightened Hermione in front of her, and gritted her teeth. Her hands surrounded Hermione's neck. Her heart moved her lips together, and her four red lips joined.

A soft chirp.

Soft, with a little cold sweetness, as comfortable as ice cream.

Looking at Elena's delicate face up close, Hermione's mind blanked for a moment... it was too close, she could even count the number of Elena's trembling eyelashes.

*Gollum...*

Hermione's throat contracted, and the fleshy snake egg stuck in her mouth slid down her throat, giving her a sensation of being submerged in warm water.

However, at that moment, Elena's tongue firmly hit Hermione's teeth. The fresh, soft tongue slipped into Hermione's wet mouth, exploring, swirling, and the girls' soft, tender lips intertwined.

Thus, it seemed like a long time passed, and it was only a moment, like the lightness of petals falling to the ground and the condensation of snowflakes falling on ice.

"Oh? So you swallowed it?"

Elena's lips curved, she blinked in surprise, and innocently looked at Hermione's flushed face, secretly pursing her lips- this was also her first kiss~ .com ~ Although it was a bit rushed, it seemed to have turned out quite well.

"Barriers!"

The belated power of the spell pushed Elena and Hanna back, separating them from Hermione, who was still in place.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Severus Snape waved his wand and roared loudly, "I have never seen this behavior in so many years, in front of the potions class, two at once, and as well..."

As a slightly conservative middle-aged potions enthusiast, this series of unexpected situations before him certainly had a particularly strong impact on Professor Snape's original world, so much so that he couldn't find appropriate rhetoric for a while.

After all, judging by Hermione Granger's radiant face, it doesn't seem to be the type of school bullying that Professor Snape had originally imagined; it's more like some kind of playful banter among friends, except that...

"As you can see, Professor, this is how girls express friendship."

Elena slowly rose from the ground, extending her hand to help Hannah and Hermione to their feet, and she gracefully curtsied.

Snape isn't sure if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the girl before him exudes some kind of envious and annoying light, truly a vexing winner in life, even more bothersome than Potter.

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