Chapter 1028 Are You Sure No One Will Notice?

Chapter 1028. Are you sure no one will find out?

Not only is the Hogwarts Great Hall elaborately decorated tonight, but the area under the steps outside the castle has also been magically transformed into a magnificent rose garden.

The entire garden is shrouded in fairy lights that appear and disappear from time to time. The outermost circle is a circle of low bushes. The main circular path connecting the steps is paved with broken moon-white stones, and on both sides are rose bushes with intertwined branches.

If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear the sound of flowing water.

Following the sound, look towards the center of the garden and you can see a giant ice fountain.

There are many stone sculptures around the fountain, and their shapes are some common magical creatures.

There were many carved benches along the main path of the garden, and many male and female students sat on them in pairs, with an ambiguous atmosphere everywhere in the air.

Vincent and Hermione walked in and saw a pair of senior students hugging each other. The boy hugged the girl's waist, and the girl hooked her arm around the boy's neck, and then...

"Click--" Hermione's heels landed heavily on the road paved with broken moon-white stones.

This discordant sound did not stop the pair of students; instead, their kiss became even more passionate.

Vincent covered her eyes and whispered in her ear, "We seem to have come to the wrong place."

"Um..." Hermione lowered her voice as much as possible, "I was just scared, please let go."

"Wait a moment."

After letting go, she found that the pair of students had miraculously disappeared.

"You hid them?"

Vincent motioned for her to look further along the garden path.

Starting from under her feet, broken moonstones emitted a soft light.

The rose bushes on both sides swayed as if alive, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air was replaced by the fragrant scent of flowers.

A breeze blew by, rolling up the petals all over the sky.

Each of them shimmered with brilliant light, like fairy lights that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Hermione held up a petal with both hands and discovered that the light source actually came from the dewdrops on it.

It turns out that the so-called fairy lights are not fireflies or lanterns, but dewdrops that are cast with a perpetual glow spell.

There are countless roses in the maze-like garden, and each rose petal has more than one drop of dew.

Magic of this magnitude could only be the work of Dumbledore.

But Vincent's magic was not bad either. He hid all the people in the garden with the "Mirror Curse", then lit up the broken moonstones one by one, brought the rose bushes to life, and finally rolled up the rose petals all over the sky. It was extremely difficult to complete such a large-scale combination of magic alone.

Hermione gently threw the petals in her palm into the fairyland-like night sky. She turned around, hooked her arms around Vincent's neck, and left a faint lip print on his face.

"Thank you."

Vincent held her in his arms, "Do you like my evil plan?"

Hermione put a little force on her hands and tiptoed closer to him, "I like it, but it's too high-profile."

Vincent bent down so that her heels could touch the road. "Isn't this place prepared for socializing after the dance? If I hide them, there will be no embarrassment of being discovered."

She lowered her head shyly and saw the unhealed wound through his slightly open collar.

This is the wound caused by a werewolf scratch last school year. Although it is very shallow and no longer bleeds, it will exist forever.

Hermione gently touched the wound with her fingertips, "Does it hurt?"

Vincent shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."

She held him close, pressing her lips tenderly to the wound.

After a long time, she raised her head, her amber eyes were like a boiling lake, reflecting a face that she was very familiar with.

"Are you sure no one will notice?"

Vincent looked into her eyes with a strange expression, "Don't you know the effect of the 'Mirror Curse'? This is an advanced space magic that even Professor Moody's magic eye can't detect."

"Yeah, I know." Hermione's voice was so soft, like a breeze blowing past her ears.

She suddenly let go of his little hand, took a step back, and then hugged him back even harder.

Vincent could feel the heat in her amber eyes and he opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him.

The tips of their tongues intertwined, pulling out a crystal thread wetly.

Hermione let the broken silver thread stick to her lips, and with blurry eyes she gently pushed him into the motionless rose bushes.

Her moans were neither loud nor soft, and Vincent, who was lying in the flowers, was stunned.

When their eyes met, both of them could confirm each other's thoughts through their eyes.

Hermione walked into the flowers, and the fair and delicate skin of her calves and ankles was scratched by the dense sharp thorns.

She whimpered, and then felt a warm current wrapping around the wound.

Without waiting for the wound to heal, she continued to walk into the flowers where the spikes disappeared, and her long legs stopped on both sides of Vincent's waist.

Through the slit skirt, he could clearly see the black lace leggings underneath.

After admiring it for a few seconds, Hermione bent down and placed her small hands on his chest, then slowly sat in his arms.

Her action was like lighting a powder keg, causing Vincent to grab her little hand fiercely.

Hermione, who had lost her support, fell on him unexpectedly, staring straight into his fiery blue eyes.

She was the one who started the fire, but now she can no longer control it.

After a brief feeling of weightlessness, the two switched positions and engaged in a suffocating lip-to-lip intercourse.

Vincent untied the little hands that bound her and took off his black double-breasted frock coat.

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Hermione's mind went blank, and she took the initiative to wrap her hands around his powerful waist.

The constant friction between the skin and the clothes added more fuel to the burning flames.

She kept groping upwards, trying rather clumsily to unbutton his shirt.

Such an action is undoubtedly like pouring a bucket of gasoline into a blazing fire.

Vincent's big hand moved up along her slender legs and touched a mysterious forbidden area.

"Hmm..." Hermione subconsciously clamped her legs together and accidentally bit the tip of his tongue.

The salty smell intoxicated her like poison, and she violently tore open his shirt.

Vincent paused, as if he had not expected her boldness.

During this moment of distraction, Hermione sat on him again.

She breathed rapidly and tucked her messy hair behind her ears, but they soon fell down again like a waterfall.

Her amber eyes focused on the red tie scattered on Vincent's chest, and she hooked her fingertips around the end of the tie and pulled it hard.

Her loose brown hair was tied into a bun, with a few strands hanging down by her ears.

Hermione let them fall on Vincent's chest. The tingling sensation of the hair ends brushing against his skin was like a signal, and the curve of her graceful body stimulated him to cover her slender waist with his big hands.

On her smooth back, he successfully found the hidden zipper of the dress.

She pulled it down cleanly, leaving only one shoulder strap still hanging on her half-exposed shoulder.

Hermione's little hand gently pulled, and the evening dress slipped down immediately.

There was a slight blush on her face and a barely perceptible nervousness in her expression.

Being able to enjoy such a beautiful view, Vincent felt inexplicably dry in the mouth.

He propped himself up and sat up, pressing hard on her tender and tempting red lips.

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