Chapter 195: Tom, my legs are cold (Edited)

Tom was surprised to see Hermione in the Astronomy tower, "Hermione, what are you... Didn't you take the train home?" He said astonished, and at the same time regained his appearance.

He didn't like talking to Hermione with other people's faces.

"I changed my mind before the train left." Hermione bowed her head, hands behind her back. She put her left foot behind her right calf, tapped the ground with her toes, and gently tapped the floor.

"A bit of a surprise, isn't it?"

Tom nodded.

Hermione lowered her head, her body shaking slightly, and stopped talking to Tom, merely rubbing her toes against the floor left and right.

"Aren't you... cold?" Tom's brain was finally responding, but he said something that stunned Hermione.

On a December night, even velvet, the warmest material for stockings, was no match for the cold winds of the Scottish Highlands. Although it is said that "fresh milk should be kept warm and ham should be refrigerated," but it was still too cold.

"Cold!" He raised his head and said pitifully, "It's too cold today!".

Tom ran into the astronomy classroom in two steps, closed the door to the rooftop and lit the fireplace. Hermione and he sat with their backs to the fire.

"Tom, my legs are cold!" Hermione sat very close to Tom, rubbing her little legs against him.

A blush appeared on her face as she said this, and Tom looked down, not knowing what to reply.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. They were so close together that Tom could smell a cold, icy scent, the smell of Hermione's body mixed with the cold winter wind, and he wondered how long she had been standing outside. He looked at the delicate velvet, the faint tinge of flesh beneath the rounded curves, and was sure it would feel good to the touch.

"Hermione..."

"Hmm?"

"I... I, I can place a spell on your socks to protect you from the cold, so you won't be cold" Tom hesitated, some of the words on his lips subtly shifting and finally becoming these words.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Tom pushed his wand against Hermione's thigh, who flinched slightly when the tip touched her, but soon regained her composure and allowed Tom's wand to run up and down her leg.

The moment the rune was carved, Tom breathed a sigh of relief: it had been difficult to concentrate on carving this time.

Tom conjured up a ribbon, which consisted of hollow squares with a white rose made of magical silver inlaid.

He wrapped the ribbon around Hermione's leg to make a leg ring, which formed a whole with the runes on the stockings. The moment the leg ring was connected from one end to the other, Hermione felt a warm current flowing from the leg ring, along her thigh, flowing down her calf and toes, and at the same time flowing into her crotch and extending to the other leg.

Hermione's legs were warm, as if the autumn sun was shining on them, and it felt as if her lover's hands were caressing them.

She smiled.

"It's so warm," she said, shifting in her chair, "And so pretty."

"Yes, it's beautiful." Tom echoed.

"Come on, let's go back to London."

"All right."

As for how to get back, that was no easy task for Tom.

Tom got up from his chair and prepared to go to London with Hermione. Tom took a step and Hermione followed, Tom took a step and Hermione followed, following in his footsteps. Tom stopped short and grasped Hermione's hand, his fingertips were cool and slightly damp.

Slender, slender and cold.

The two held hands tightly, standing together on the roof of the astronomy tower, feeling the strong wind blowing towards them.

"In this weather, riding a broom is torture." Tom opened his mouth and was greeted with a cold breeze.

"There's one of those brooms that keeps the wind and rain out!" shouted Hermione, before the wind blew her voice away.

"But I still choose the phoenix." A golden flame erupted from Tom and he transformed into a beautiful golden-red bird and, after making sure Hermione grabbed him by the tail, Tom flew into the air and flew to London.

In winter weather, the Flú net and phoenixes are the best way to travel long distances. The phoenix's fire was effective in warding off the cold and wind. However, in theory, the only fireplace at Hogwarts that is connected to the Flú net is in the Headmaster's office....

Although Tom felt he wouldn't meet Dumbledore if he went to the Headmaster's office now, he still didn't go there to use the Flú Net: Tom's hunch was right, the Headmaster's office was empty now, and no one knew where Dumbledore had gone.

The Phoenix flew down an empty alleyway on the outskirts of London. After landing safely, Tom regained his form, grabbed Hermione's hand and walked down the street.

Strolling through the streets of London with Hermione, he didn't stop until all the lights went out.

Hermione held Tom's sleeve and Tom put his hands in his trouser pockets until he walked to the end of the road.

...

The closer he got to Hermione's house, the more nervous Tom became.

Hermione saw Tom's emotions and gripped his hand a little tighter, feeling the strength he often gave off, Tom looked at Hermione.

"Don't worry, they were looking forward to having you back too, mom said this would always be your home," Hermione said with a smile, "And dad said instead of inviting the other wizarding children, to invite Tom, we all have similar habits and we all know each other well.... He's not used to dealing with wizards."

Hearing what Hermione said, Tom was a little relieved.

Tom was back in front of the familiar street, the familiar fence, the familiar house. It was strange, though, that the lights were off in Hermione's house on a night when all the houses were lit up.

The sticky note on the door answered Tom's question.

"An appointment with a client?" Hermione was stunned, "Today is Christmas Eve, how could Mom and Dad go to the clinic?"

Hermione's parents were dentists and had their own practice, so they didn't get to work late on Christmas Day. But, unfortunately, an old friend of theirs had a toothache today-a toothache is not a disease, but it is a pain-and she had no choice but to ask the Grangers to come and see him.

Mr. Granger and his friend were close friends, and he had no objection to seeing his friend, so he went off with his wife, leaving Hermione with this note and a good Halloween dinner.