This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1343 Good morning, Mr. Dark Lord

Hermione had a dream, a very, very long dream.

In her dream, she sat in the deepest part of the Hogwarts library, by the window, where the afternoon sun slanted in through the window, spreading a warm golden light on the table.

She leaned against a strong arm, Vincent's, her head resting on his lap, holding a copy of "A History of Medieval Magic" in her hand.

"What are you looking at?" Vincent's voice came from above her head.

“I’m looking at…” She turned to the next page, pretending to be reading a book carefully, “The debate in the fourteenth century about the thickness of crucibles.”

Is it pretty?

"It's really beautiful."

Vincent laughed, her laughter trembling so much that the back of her head shook along with it.

Too lazy to get up, she just rolled her eyes, raised the book in her hand a little higher to block his face.

The next scene is in the Owl Court Club activity room, where Hermione is leaning back on the sofa with her legs casually draped over Vincent's, holding a cup of hot cocoa, watching him play Gwent.

His fingers are long and slender, and they look beautiful when he holds the cards.

She just watched, doing nothing, only occasionally taking a sip of hot cocoa and occasionally swinging her little feet.

The scene shifts to the Great Hall, where she and Vincent sit at the Gryffindor table, opposite Harry and Ron, with Lavender and Parvati beside them.

Dumbledore was speaking at the staff table, but few students were listening attentively.

Fred and George were passing notes when one flew over Hermione's head and was caught by Vincent. He glanced at it, grinned mischievously, and passed it to Harry.

Harry glanced at it and blushed.

"What did you write?" she asked Vincent, leaning closer.

He lowered his head and whispered a few words in her ear.

She burst out laughing after hearing that, and even playfully punched him with her little hand.

"You boys are really something—"

“Not us,” he said, pointing to Fred and George. “It’s them.”

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Hermione couldn't tell if it was a dream or what; she just felt warm and sweet, and she was very happy.

She smiled in her dream.

She woke up while laughing.

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Hermione opened her eyes and saw a broad chest.

She paused for a moment, blinked, and slowly moved her gaze upwards.

A strong collarbone, a well-defined jawline, a high nose bridge, tightly closed eyes, and that face she knew all too well.

Vincent slept beside her, breathing steadily, his brow relaxed, fast asleep.

Hermione stared at him for a long time.

Then, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

That smile is exactly the same as the one in my dream.

She shifted slightly and found herself resting her head on his arm, almost pressed against his chest.

His other hand rested on her waist, as if he hadn't forgotten to protect her even while she was asleep.

She remembered last night, when she clung to him tightly, refusing to let go.

And then... well, I won't go into details.

In short, she was completely "kidnapped" by the Dark Lord.

She nestled quietly in his arms, the soft morning light streaming in from outside. She didn't know what time it was or where she was; all she knew was that she was very happy, just as happy as in her dream, so happy that she wanted to keep smiling for a while longer.

As she watched, she couldn't help but reach out and gently tap the tip of his nose.

He didn't move, so she tapped it again.

Still nothing.

She grew bolder, her fingertips sliding down his nose to his lips. Just as she was about to poke them in, the hand that was resting on her waist suddenly moved and grabbed her playful little hand.

Vincent opened his eyes, his deep blue eyes still showing the languor of someone who had just woken up.

He looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, Miss Granger."

Caught red-handed, Hermione wasn't as guilty as she said, "Good morning, Mr. Dark Lord."

"What are you doing?"

"To confirm if you are really here."

Vincent gently massaged her fingers. "Are you sure?"

Hermione thought about it carefully and nodded. "It's confirmed, it's true."

"That's good." Vincent took her hand, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed her fingertips.

Hermione's face instantly flushed.

Remembering that they were still naked and what was under the covers, she quickly looked away, pretending to look at her surroundings.

"Where...where is this?"

Vincent laughed, knowing she was changing the subject.

"The new headquarters of the Generation Society is located in the Scottish Highlands and was just completed last week."

Hermione finally began to seriously look around.

The room was small, but simple and comfortable. The walls were made of light gray marble, which was slightly rough and had a natural texture.

The windows were large and covered with semi-transparent gauze curtains, through which one could vaguely see the sky outside, a grey-blue sky typical of the Scottish region.

The bed is very comfortable, the blanket is very soft, and the pillow is the perfect height.

Perhaps she was too engrossed in her own thoughts last night, and didn't notice anything else.

After watching it, Hermione snuggled back into Vincent's arms. "I'm going to lie down for a little while longer."

"it is good."

Not long after, Hermione opened her eyes again. "Vincent?"

"Ah."

"I just had a dream."

What did you dream about?

She thought for a moment, then a smile curved her lips. "I dreamt we were in the Hogwarts library, and I was reading with my head on your lap; I dreamt we were in the club room, and I was watching you play cards; I dreamt we were in the Great Hall..."

She talked about a lot of things, including some trivial matters.

"I was laughing very happily in my dream."

Vincent remained silent.

He tightened his arms around her. "And now? Are you happy now?"

Hermione smiled. "Even happier."

Vincent chuckled and patted her back gently. "Don't lie down. Let me show you around."

Hermione nodded and sat up from his arms, the soft blanket slipping off her fair shoulders.

Vincent stared at the beautiful scenery before him, feeling a little thirsty.

Hermione lightly punched him with her little fist and looked around the room. "Where's the bathroom?"

Vincent straightened up instantly, picked her up, and said, "I'll take you there."

She offered a token resistance, her small hands tightly gripping his neck.

After taking a shower, it was already noon.

Hermione was wearing Vincent's white shirt, the length of which was just right, covering her upper thighs and revealing her long, fair legs.

She shifted slightly, the hem of her shirt swaying gently, revealing glimpses of skin.

She looked up at Vincent, who was leaning against the doorframe. "Is... anyone else here?"

"No, this base was just built last week. A lot of equipment is still waiting for me to install. It will take some time before it is officially operational."

“Right now…” Vincent paused, “there are only the two of us here.”

Hermione's eyes lit up.

"Then..." she tilted her head, "I'll just wear this?"

Vincent's Adam's apple bobbed. "Are you sure?"

"What?" Hermione stood on tiptoe. "Does Mr. Dark Lord find it inappropriate?"

Vincent looked down at her.

Her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her white shirt hung loosely on her body, the collar slightly open, revealing a small section of her collarbone.

She stood on tiptoe in front of him, smiling smugly.

Vincent took a deep breath. "Perfect, perfect."

Hermione laughed even harder.

She reached out and took his finger.

"Let's go then. Show me your new base."

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