HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 297 Theodore and Theodore express their feelings for each other

Back at Hogwarts, the castle was still bustling with activity.

Students laughed and played in the corridor, while teachers hurriedly moved among them.

I lazily lay in my dorm room for a while. Sirius had already reached his peak, and now the only one left to pursue was Theodore Nott.

Suddenly, I didn't want to stay in my dorm room anymore, so I grabbed my robes and cast a Confusion Charm to leave the Slytherin common room.

Without a destination in mind, I suddenly wanted to go somewhere where I could see the stars.

I strolled slowly to the lampstand of Hogwarts Castle and stood in the darkness, gazing at the beautiful starry sky outside.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the hem of my robe and making a soft rustling sound.

In the quiet night, the sound was exceptionally clear.

I took a deep breath, and the cool air instantly filled my nostrils, calming my somewhat troubled heart a little.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from behind.

I turned my head warily, and by the faint starlight, I saw a figure also dressed in a Slytherin robe slowly walking towards me.

His steps were steady and confident, and his silver hair shimmered in the moonlight.

It's Theodore Nott, my junior from elementary school.

“What a coincidence, Senior Ayers. I never expected to run into you here.” Theodore’s deep and magnetic voice broke the silence of the night.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit unsettled, so I came out for some fresh air."

He walked over to me, leaned against the railing, and looked up at the starry sky. "I often come here too. When I'm in a bad mood, looking at the stars seems to lessen my worries."

We were silent for a moment, immersing ourselves in the beautiful starry sky.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, like diamonds set in black velvet, dazzling and mysterious.

"Do you think these stars might have some special meaning in the magical world?" I broke the silence and asked softly.

Theodore pondered for a moment, “I think so. In ancient magical texts, stars are often associated with prophecy and magical power. Each star may represent a mysterious force.”

His words piqued my interest. "Could you tell me about it?"

Theodore glanced at me, a slight smile playing on his lips, and began to speak.

"For example, Sirius, in magical legends it represents courage and protection. It is said that when protective magic is cast when Sirius is at its brightest, the power becomes exceptionally strong. And then there is Polaris, which symbolizes guidance and direction. When lost, magicians will use the power of Polaris to find the right path."

I listened, completely absorbed. I never imagined that seemingly distant stars held such rich meanings in the magical world. "And what do these stars we see now represent?"

Theodore looked up and carefully observed the starry sky. "This cluster of stars forms a constellation, which in magical culture represents hope and new life. Perhaps it's an indication that no matter what troubles we encounter now, there will be a new beginning."

His words warmed my heart, as if the gloom that had been hanging over me was gradually dispelled by the starlight and his words.

I looked at his focused profile, the moonlight shining on his face and outlining his handsome features.

“Theodore, talking to you makes me feel so much better,” I said sincerely.

He turned his head, his gaze meeting mine, a gentle light shining in his eyes. "I hope this makes Senior Ayers feel better. If you ever have any worries in the future, you can always come here to find me."

"Theodore, you can call me Ayers, no need for a formal title." Why are all these younger students so polite?

Theodore was slightly taken aback by what he heard, his eyelashes trembling like a startled butterfly.

He pursed his lips, a blush slowly spreading across the tips of his ears, and after a long while, he whispered, "Okay... Ayers." The tone in which he called my name was like reciting a carefully chosen poem, carrying a gentleness and solemnity unique to him.

I jokingly asked, "Why do you seem more nervous than me?" I reached out and patted his shoulder, only to find that he stiffened.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes firm and clear: "Ayers, actually I... have always wanted to be closer to you."

The moment the words left his mouth, Theodore's pale cheeks flushed red, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, as if he had staked all his courage on the words that had just slipped out.

I stood frozen in place, the warmth of his shoulder still lingering on my fingertips.

The sound of an owl flapping its wings came from a distant tower, but it couldn't compare to the deafening pounding of my heart at that moment.

Theodore gripped his wand tightly, the handle digging painfully into his palm, but it brought him back to his senses.

“I’m sorry,” he looked away, his hair brushing against his reddened ear tips, “I was too abrupt.”

As I turned around, the hem of my robe stirred up a gust of wind, but I instinctively grabbed my sleeve.

Theodore stumbled into my arms, the scent of cedar mixed with the aroma of parchment wafting from his hair.

"No...no offense." I heard my own dry voice, and the warmth from my palm felt like it was burning my skin through the fabric.

“I was just thinking, I’m not the only one…” The second half of his sentence was swallowed by his rapid breathing. Theodore looked up abruptly, the tiny starlight in his eyes brighter than all the magic in Hogwarts.

[Jin: Ding—Hugs the target Theodore Nott, completed]

[Rewards: 100 Bond Points, 10 Affection Points, 100 Experience Points, 100 Galleons]

We were so close we could count the flutter of each other's eyelashes. Theodore's breath brushed against my neck, sending a slight shiver through me.

He opened his mouth, but as if under a silent spell, he couldn't make a sound. He could only stare at me with his star-filled eyes, as if he wanted to etch this moment into his memory forever.

The sound of armor clanging came from somewhere in the castle, probably from a young wizard on a night stroll, but none of us paid any attention to it.

My fingers were still tightly gripping his sleeve, when I suddenly realized that the position was too ambiguous. I wanted to let go, but I couldn't bear to part with that warmth. Theodore spoke first, his voice so soft it was as if he was afraid of breaking some taboo: "Ayers, what you said... is what I think it means?"

My Adam's apple bobbed, and as if possessed, I raised my hand, my fingertips tracing his flushed cheeks.

The texture was softer than I had imagined, like touching the most delicate flower petals.

"What do you think?" I heard my own hoarse voice, carrying a seductive quality that even I didn't recognize.

Theodore's pupils suddenly contracted, and the next second, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed me.

The kiss was awkward yet passionate, carrying the impetuousness unique to young people.

Theodore's teeth accidentally bumped my lips, but he quickly and clumsily tried to soothe them.

I was taken aback at first, but then I took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

I never expected Theodore Nott to be so proactive. I really didn't expect that.

The surrounding air seemed to be on fire, and the night at Hogwarts seemed exceptionally long.

I don't know how much time passed before we parted ways.

[Jin: Ding—Kissing the target Theodore Nott, completed]

[Rewards: 100 Bond Points, 10 Affection Points, 100 Experience Points, 100 Galleons]

Theodore's lips glistened with moisture, his cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and even his usually aloof eyes were wet, as if veiled in mist.

“So…” he gasped, his voice filled with barely concealed joy, “So it really wasn’t just me.”

I smiled and pulled him into my arms, resting my chin on the top of his head.

The scent of cedar mixed with the aroma of parchment emanating from him was surprisingly comforting.

“From now on,” I whispered, “you don’t have to hide anything anymore, okay?” Theodore nodded heavily in my arms, the bells in his hair jingling softly, as if playing a hymn to this secret feeling.

The melodious sound of bagpipes drifted from afar, probably students from some academy practicing, but to my ears it sounded like the most beautiful music.

The person in my arms stirred, looked up at me, and said with tenderness in his eyes, "Ayers, I...I'm so happy." I lowered my head and kissed his forehead. "Me too."

"Theodore, can you tell me when you started having feelings for me?" I hugged the person in my arms even tighter.

Theodore buried his face in my shoulder, his voice muffled as if blocked by cotton: "The first time I received the 'Medieval Potion Poems' from you, the dried flower bookmark tucked into the title page still carried your warmth."

His fingers unconsciously tugged at the folds of my robe. "You said, 'Poetry can calm even boiling potions,' but that day my cauldron almost exploded into fireworks because I was distracted."

I chuckled softly, my fingertips tracing the soft strands of hair on the back of his neck.

Moonlight streamed through the stained-glass windows of the tower, casting dappled patterns of light on his pale skin, like a sprinkle of shimmering dew.

"So you were lying to me all along, saying the Potions class accident was because the handwriting in the book was blurry?" I said with a smile.

"I'm not lying to you!" He suddenly looked up, the ends of his hair brushing against my chin.

“Every book you recommend hides a strange code—the ‘Studies on the Paradox of Transfiguration’ has parchment covered in annotations, and a note written in magical script falls out of ‘The History of the Fairy Rebellion.’ Once, I found a simple drawing of yours in ‘The Thestral Breeding Guide,’ a little figure riding a broomstick wearing a crooked Sorting Hat…” Theodore’s voice suddenly trembled. “You’re so busy, yet you’re willing to take the time to prepare these little surprises for me.”

A gentle breeze blew into the tower, but I felt a warm flame burning in my chest.

Memories suddenly surged up—the annotations I wrote late at night in the library, the deliberately folded corners of book pages, and the chocolate frog picture cards I secretly slipped in.

It turns out that every bit of goodwill was appreciated.

"The forget-me-nots you tucked in the Hogwarts Flora are still under my pillow." Theodore's breath brushed against my Adam's apple.

“That day, I was carrying my books back to my dorm when Draco asked me why I was grinning like an idiot at a dried flower. That’s when I realized I was already head over heels for him.” His fingertip gently touched my chest. “Just like the Moonfox who is forever chasing the moonlight, every time I see you in the distance in the corridor, my steps quicken involuntarily.”

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his eyelashes: "You don't have to peek at me through the bookshelf anymore."

Theodore's eyes suddenly curved into crescents, and he stood on tiptoe to bite my lower lip, his lips cool with the taste of a mint: "Then I'll watch openly—from morning till night, from Potions class to the Astronomy Tower after lights out."

I heard Filch's footsteps in the distance, and I pulled him into the shadows.

Theodore's back was pressed against the cold stone wall, but he smiled as if he were carrying the entire Honeydukes candy house: "Next time, I'll prepare the books for you, and the title page will be filled with writing..."

His voice was silenced by my kiss, the tower clock struck twelve, and the moonlight gilded our intertwined shadows with a flowing silver edge.