Chapter 601: The One You Find in the Corner Could Be Dumbledore (Edited)

Tom gently set aside the artwork he had in his hand, then leaned in and kissed her.

Hermione snapped out of her drowsy state. Before she could say anything, Tom got into action.

"There's still one last place to massage..."

Hermione: ???

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...

...

Both of them gasped heavily together.

"Um... mmm?" Hermione lay on the bed and realized that something was not right.

"Tom, bad boy! Didn't I tell you not to... do that?" She was a bit nervous. If this continued...

"Calm down, it's fine." Tom brushed Hermione's hair from her forehead and took his wand from the nightstand.

"Why do you have your wand? Hey!"

"Aguamenti!"

"Mmm!"

"I'm helping you stay hydrated, after all..."

"Shut up!" Hermione wished she could cover Tom's mouth unrestrained. At the same time, she lamented that if the wizard who invented "Aguamenti" had known it was being used like this by Tom, he would surely have turned into a dark wizard within minutes and cast several "Avada Kedavra" on Tom.

She looked down and saw that she was clean.

"Get comfortable, I'm going to shower." She got out of bed briskly, showing no traces of weakness she had shown earlier. Hermione hurried to the bathroom to freshen up, while Tom took care of changing the dirty sheets.

After changing the sheets, Tom lay down and enjoyed the softness of the feather duvet. Shortly after, a warm, fragrant breeze reached his nose, and a warm body slipped under the sheets.

Tom embraced Hermione, who had just showered, and closed his eyes comfortably. But it didn't take long before a small, soft hand became restless, exploring his chest, abdomen, and slowly moving downward, until it found something to hold.

Tom: ...

...

The next morning, Hermione got up energetically from the bed and dressed in her clothes. The dirty garments from the previous night hadn't been washed, so Hermione resorted to the same trick and transformed her bathrobe into a wizarding robe.

Looking at the pile of dirty laundry on the floor, Hermione came up with an idea. She ordered Tom to sit in front of her and took out her long socks, tying them around Tom's legs and making a bow at the end.

"Without my permission, you can't take them off." Hermione playfully patted Tom's head and showed a mischievous smile.

"Yes..." Tom weakly replied.

They both had some fun before leaving the Room of Requirement.

On their way to the Great Hall, an old wizard with a white beard stopped Tom and Hermione.

"Good morning, Mr. Yodel and Miss Granger," Dumbledore greeted the pair of students with a smile.

"Oh, good morning, Professor Dumbledore," Tom greeted Dumbledore with a shy smile.

Hermione, embarrassed, lowered her head and didn't dare to look Dumbledore in the eyes.

It felt as if they had encountered the headmaster in the middle of the forest at night. What was even scarier, what Tom and Hermione encountered was the headmaster.

There was a joke that said the headmaster exclaimed in despair: "What's the point of making a vow to a man who leaves you hanging when he meets me!"

This joke was actually happening to Tom right now. At this moment, Hermione had "I don't know Tom" written all over her face.

"Where are you two headed?" Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood and struck up a conversation with Tom.

"To the Great Hall."

"And where are you coming from?"

Tom: ...

"From the Ravenclaw common room."

"You've taken quite a detour then."

Tom: ...

At that moment, he just wanted to find a hole to hide in.

Did he have such bad luck today? He thought to himself.

"Walking," he said, inventing a poor excuse.

"It seems you've gotten up quite early," Dumbledore casually commented.

Tom sighed and nodded, "Yes, we apologize to our roommates. It would be great if we had individual dormitories..."

Dumbledore looked at Tom strangely, he had figured out what Tom had in mind and smiled slightly. "Dear Mr. Yodel, individual dormitories are only meant for one person. Even if you share dormitories, only students of the same gender are allowed to spend the night together. I suppose you won't be able to share a dormitory with Miss Granger."

Tom: ...

You forced me to do it! Tom took a deep breath, preparing to start reciting.

"Professor Dumbledore," Tom switched to an extremely serious tone, "How can you assume my gender based on my physical appearance? You see, my physical gender is male, but I have gender dysphoria, and I've always identified as a woman. Furthermore, I'm a lesbian, so I'm attracted to women. I'm also a conservative, so I can't undergo gender reassignment surgery, and I have a crossdressing fetish, so I only wear male clothing... Therefore, you cannot reject my request to share a room with Miss Granger, or else you would be discriminating against a sexual minority."

Although Muggle society wasn't as crazy as it would become thirty years later, political correctness was already starting to emerge. However, all of this was isolated from the wizarding world. If you wanted to rise in the wizarding world through advantages, you'd probably have to wait until Hermione grew up. According to the original timeline, Hermione's actions to fight for the rights of house-elves and other non-human creatures might develop into political correctness.

So, this magical combination was something Dumbledore had never seen before.

He only thought what Tom said was interesting but too complicated. He decided not to pay too much attention to it.

After teasing these two youngsters, Dumbledore changed the topic and addressed the main matter.

"Yodel, I hope you'll come to my office."

Hearing this, Hermione, not understanding, became anxious. She wanted to say something, but didn't know how to advocate for Tom.

In a matter of seconds, Hermione's mood shifted like a roller coaster. At first, she tried to convince herself that Dumbledore wouldn't take any retaliatory actions and that nothing bad had happened. Then, she felt that idea was a bit naive and that she shouldn't act on her own to avoid disturbing the situation. Then, she realized she couldn't do anything. Finally, when she had decided what to say, she realized Dumbledore had already left with Tom, and it was too late.

With no other choice, she walked bewilderedly to the headmaster's office.