Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 495 Remove Them

Hermione seemed to be whispering something outside the door, but Evan, whose thoughts were crowded, couldn't hear her clearly.

After confirming that it was Hermione calling at the door, he hurried and opened it.

Inside the room, the dim light of the orange candles shone weakly, and the illumination was very comforting.

Although this was not exactly the most romantic place, and normally not ideal for making his grand confession, what had recently happened in the stadium had created a sufficient bond between the two to make this moment more suitable than ever.

Both were very excited, full of the joy that survival brought and the desire to deepen their relationship.

Even Evan felt that Hermione would agree to whatever he asked for at that moment. As for the major obstacle of age, he simply had to ignore it!

He let her in his room, ready to gather his courage and express his thoughts.

"Hermione, I..."

"I know, Evan!" Hermione suddenly said. "Lie down on the bed, and I will help you..."

Looking at her, she seemed very determined and didn't dare to look at Evan at all.

"Lie down on the bed?!" Evan blinked and asked in bewilderment, "For what?!"

Why would he have to lie down on the bed? What was she going to do for him?

"Take off your clothes; it will be more convenient..." Hermione whispered.

Looking at her shy face, Evan felt his heart beating fast and his face turning rosy.

This was moving extremely fast! He didn't expect Hermione to be so direct and skip all the bases...

But wasn't all of this a bit too quick? To lie down on the bed... and undress? Was he the only one undressing, or was Hermione going to join him? He wondered...

Evan was undecided, not knowing what to do. He had no experience in this at all.

Imagine the girl you like sneaking into your room alone in the middle of the night and without hesitation, asking you to undress and lie down on the bed. What kind of happiness would that bring?!

In short, Hermione's request managed to catch the always prepared Evan off guard...

There was a voice inside him, telling him to do as Hermione said.

However, he couldn't simply undress and lie down without asking for clarification!

Moreover, he was still unsure. How was Hermione going to help him exactly?!

"Hurry up; we will get to bed as soon as we finish!" urged Hermione, "Sirius just said you need to rest now, and that the intensive use of magic has put a great strain on your body that you must rest to recover gradually."

There was nothing wrong with that. Sirius had said it.

But hearing everything she said and piecing it together made Evan feel strange. Was this the Hermione he knew?!

"Hermione, what the hell are we going to do?" Evan finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you...?"

"Just as I climbed the stairs, I thought, I'm coming to help you with your potion!" Hermione looked at him strangely. "When the stadium box collapsed, I saw that your back was cut by the debris; it was bleeding. You must attend to it as soon as possible! If you get infected, you will be in trouble!"

"Oh..." Evan sighed in relief.

Indeed, his back was scratched by the fallen debris, but the injury was not very serious, so Evan didn't mind.

Now, mentioning it, Hermione's idea of preventing infection sounded logical. Since Hermione was willing to heal his wounds, naturally he wouldn't refuse.

Evan took off his shirt as quickly as he could and lay down on the bed.

"The Wiggenweld Potion is in that cloth bag, fetch it yourself if you can!" Evan said to Hermione, pointing to the pouch on the table.

There was plenty of room inside, besides the Book of Abraham; there were many magic books and all kinds of potions that Evan had developed over the past two years for any emergency.

Hermione opened Evan's bag and rummaged inside.

"You've made so many potions!" Hermione said in surprise.

"Hey, what is this?"

Upon hearing Hermione's voice, Evan only thought that he had put Elaine's underwear there in the afternoon!

His whole body trembled. If Hermione found out...

At that moment, how could Evan explain how he got a girl's underwear?! There was simply no way to explain it.

Evan rose with all the speed he could muster and hurried towards Hermione, who was rummaging through the canvas bag in search of the Wiggenweld Potion.

"Let me do it, Hermione. There are too many potions in there, and you won't be able to find the one we need for quite a while," Evan said.

The only silver lining for him at that moment was that the canvas bag had expanded with the Undetectable Extension Charm, giving no intuitive idea to people of what was inside. Each potion had to be taken out one by one to confirm.

Hermione had not yet found the underwear. What had just surprised her was a bottle of a rare potion.

Evan decided to dispose of that underwear as soon as Hermione left.

Hermione did not argue with Evan. In fact, she was trying to compose herself, especially because of how Evan looked at that moment, so close to her, making her feel a bit embarrassed.

Feeling Evan's breath, Hermione's heart was pounding violently.

Gazing at the boy's bare torso shouldn't have been noteworthy. But the thought of helping him with the potion made her face immediately flush red!

Before arriving here, she probably thought like Evan, but she finally made a decision...

For a moment, holding Evan's potion in her hand, Hermione gazed at his back intently.

There were many small wounds on it, most of which had scabbed over, but several were still bleeding.

When the two fell, Evan used his body to shield Hermione from getting hurt.

Hermione dabbed the Wiggenweld Potion on the largest wound, and the scar began to heal rapidly.

This potion was truly effective. The housekeeper Pomfrey had been using it to treat various injuries of young wizards.

Regarding the milder wounds, it was inconvenient to douse them with the Wiggenweld Potion.

Hermione thought for a moment, then poured the Wiggenweld Potion into the palm of her hand and applied it to Evan's back.

She blushed and then focused on the task at hand, trying not to dwell on the mess.

Hermione did it with great care, spreading it evenly.

Feeling her soft hands and palm gently rubbing his back, Evan's heart pricked intensely.

This was not a night to omit... He had to confess!

He stood there and began to rethink.

Indeed, every touch from Hermione brought about a strange sensation, as if she was electrifying him, a tingling, prickling sensation spreading throughout his body.

Evan relished the atmosphere, but deep down in his heart... there was an urge.

Neither spoke, and in the room, only the faint sound of the burning candle could be heard.

The temperature seemed to rise, and Evan's urge grew stronger by the moment.

When Hermione's small hand touched his waist, Evan felt he could no longer contain himself.

He gritted his teeth, made a decision, and turned directly, placing Hermione beneath him...