Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 660: The mind in love

"Who is Miss Sherlock Hawke?"

The man who delivered the long package stood outside the door and asked.

Sherlock stood up suspiciously: "I am..."

"Here is your package." The other party handed over the things in his hand.

Sherlock was even more confused: "I didn't buy anything in Diagon Alley or anywhere, and didn't owls deliver packages? Also, why did they deliver them at this time..."

The more she spoke, the more she frowned, and her tone became bad.

Even, Sherlock has put his hand to the back, which is the **** pocket where she put her wand.

"Pfft..." Sean almost laughed out loud.

Colton's temples twitched violently a few times.

However, as someone who understands the current situation, it makes sense for Sherlock to be so careful...

Other people who didn't know the inside story also followed Sherlock's words and became suspicious. Indeed, someone suddenly appeared, and it was a deliveryman in the middle of the night, which is not normal...

Seeing that other people tended to gather around, the wizard who delivered the package immediately panicked. He put down the package in his hand in horror and ran away: "I'm just an errand runner..."

Sherlock was about to catch up to see what was going on, but was pulled back by Colton. He cleared his throat and said calmly, "Use your brain, this is Hogwarts, the professors won't let such a suspicious person into the castle—isn't it your birthday today, maybe it's some relative or friend of yours."

Sean suppressed a smile and nodded in agreement: "Hogwarts is still quite heavily guarded now, if you can come in and deliver things openly, it means that there is no problem, Sherlock, you think too much."

Hearing what the two of them said, Sherlock touched his earlobe: "It seems to be the same."

Sean secretly glanced at Colton with a stiff face, and said with a smile: "Look at the package, it should be a gift from someone else, there must be a greeting card, so you know who sent it?"

"It makes sense." Sherlock suddenly realized.

The package was quickly opened, and the onlookers immediately exclaimed.

Inside is a very beautiful flying broom with a special color scheme. The handle made of ash wood is streamlined and extremely smooth.

It is the commemorative Firebolt that has just been released.

Sherlock's eyes widened suddenly, she held the broomstick in disbelief, her eyes were excited.

This is something she has longed for for a long time. She has saved money since graduation for this broomstick, but she didn't get the commemorative model that was on sale yesterday.

She was very disappointed for not being able to give herself a birthday present, but she never expected that it would come to her again.

"My God..." Sherlock couldn't help sighing, and then rummaged through the package again, "My parents don't have that many Galleons, and my brother's pocket money is less than when I was in school, aunt? But I remember that she and my uncle just bought a whole set of retro magic furniture, and they even asked me for dinner a few days ago..."

Sherlock couldn't imagine that his relatives and friends would give him such expensive things. It wasn't because they didn't have a good relationship, but because the things were really expensive and difficult to buy.

After searching for a long time, she finally found a card hanging under the branch of the broomstick.

"Happy birthday to you."

There is only a short congratulations on the greeting card, without the sender's signature.

Someone who is close to Sherlock sighed: "Wow, no matter who sent you, that person must have a very good relationship with you. If it is a boy, he must have a crush on you."

Others also agreed one after another, the intentions on this Firebolt are still very good.

Only Sherlock frowned suspiciously after being excited and excited, and she muttered: "My friends, I will never forget, you almost all know the people you know the most, and why didn't you sign the payment... Tsk, this is troublesome, even if you want to return the product, you can't return it."

Sean could clearly feel that Colton next to him moved uneasily.

He added: "The birthday present cannot be refunded."

Sherlock shook his head: "That's no good, I don't know who gave it to such an expensive gift, I don't feel at ease, and I can't find anyone to return the gift in the future."

"Use it first. Once the Firebolt is sold, it cannot be returned or exchanged without any quality problems. The money is spent anyway." Sean said helplessly, and spread his hands at Colton by the way, which meant that he had tried his best.

Kolton shifted his steps uneasily again, but he still didn't speak.

I have to say that the birthday surprise prepared this time is a bit embarrassing... Sean can only think so in his heart.

Who would have thought that after he said a few words, Sherlock looked over suspiciously instead.

"Sean..."

"Huh?" Sean scratched his head in doubt.

Sherlock came to Sean with the Firebolt. She touched the beautiful broomstick reluctantly, then handed it to Sean with a sigh.

"Oh, I knew it was from you, so you don't take the money as money—" She first sighed, and then waved her hands heartbrokenly, "Take it away, take it away, I shouldn't keep talking about it in front of you. I know your intentions are good, and you are also very generous, but it is really too precious, and..."

Sherlock patted Sean on the shoulder, and said sadly: "I have always regarded you as a good friend, but we are not suitable! Really..."

Everyone: "..."

Sean: "..."

"No, what are you thinking?" Sean couldn't laugh or cry, "I don't mean that to you, and I didn't give you this."

"Ah?" Sherlock touched his earlobe again, "Except for a rich man like you, who else would give such an expensive gift without paying for it?"

"...Do you think I'm a rich man?"

Colton may have passed out.

Shawn shook his head helplessly, and handed the Firebolt back to Sherlock: "It's really not from me, right, Mr. Sterling?"

Don't blame me for betraying you—your gift-giving strategy has failed, and Daisy and Hermione are looking at me strangely now, it's none of my business whether you are a dead fellow or a poor fellow.

Sherlock looked at Mr. Colton Sterling in disbelief.

The latter cleared his throat, moved his neck unnaturally, and then said to Sherlock in that cold and mocking tone: "If you don't like it, you can return it to me. I still have some interests in collecting."

Sherlock was dumbfounded. She looked at Colton back and forth, up and down, and saw that his face was getting darker and darker. When he was about to explode, she said suspiciously: "Oh——you were the one who ordered the broomstick before me that day?"

Colton sneered: "So what?"

Sherlock responded with a sneer: "I think you did it on purpose-hmph, did you tamper with this Firebolt?"

"I have an idea about you, do I need to use such a clumsy method? How many times have you been fooled by those jobs after graduation? Besides, you are terrible."

"You fart! Every time you destroy my job opportunity, okay?"

"I'm trying to save your last bit of face as a Hogwarts graduate. After all, being raised as a blood slave by vampires, robbed by goblins, and scammed by antique dealers... sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

"Oh? Does this mean that I still have to be grateful to you?"

"Isn't this what you should do, Miss Hawke."

Somehow, Sean envisioned a lot of possible conversations between the two, but in the end he returned to his usual appearance.

He blinked at the others, then slowly exited the room.

Leave this right and wrong to these two duplicity men and women.

Out of the house, Daisy stretched her waist, and then touched her belly in distress: "I'm not full yet..."

Sean glanced at his watch: "According to the habits of the two of them, at least half an hour of quarreling will be required."

Daisy's face was slumped, and she shook her hands with a headache: "That's not a quarrel, it's Senior Sherlock being crushed unilaterally by Colton—but, do you think Colton has never been in a relationship before?"

Sean nodded after thinking about it seriously: "It should be, it feels like a boy in kindergarten pulling the braids of the girl at the front table."

"That's right, and he suddenly gave such an expensive Firebolt without paying for it, how could a normal girl accept such an expensive gift—" Daisy nodded repeatedly.

"But Sherlock originally thought it was from me, and she was going to return it to me——when she heard that it was from Colton, she held on to it." Sean said what he had just observed.

He and Daisy looked at each other, Qiqi shook his head and sighed, "It's a crime..."

Only Hermione behind them stared at the two with strange eyes, and asked suspiciously after a while: "Why do you look so experienced?"

Little Baihua blinked guiltily, Old Youtiao Sean didn't change his face, and even tugged on his collar very proudly: "This is talent, hehe, Miss Granger, I have been surrounded by beautiful girls since I was a child~"

Hermione snorted: "Tch, shameless."

At the fork in the road, Xiao Baihua, who was not full, yelled to go to the kitchen to find some snacks and desserts, but Sean and Hermione, who couldn't hold back her, had no choice but to follow.

However, since the house elves were too enthusiastic about Sean after gaining Hufflepuff authority, Sean let Xiao Baihua go in by himself, while he and Hermione stood outside and chatted.

Today's birthday dinner started after the dinner in the auditorium, so at this point in time, almost no one in the castle was wandering in the corridors.

On the empty stone road, there were only the low voices of Sean and Hermione.

He casually chatted a few words about Colton and Sherlock, Hermione pretended to look around unintentionally, then looked at Sean again, her mouth trembled a few times but she didn't say anything.

Seeing that she was a bit strange, Sean leaned his head over and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Miss Granger, who is in a hurry, is still twitching?"

The shy Hermione suddenly became annoyed. She gave Sean a dissatisfied look, and said angrily, "Yes, yes, I should just go straight!"

Hearing that the other party was a little unhappy, Sean blinked his eyes, not quite sure why the usual joke suddenly made the other party feel bad.

However, just like a sunny day in England, Hermione's stinky face came and went quickly, and she took a deep breath as if she had made a psychological construction, and her attitude was much better when she looked at Sean again.

The cheek on one side of the girl fluttered, she rubbed against the stone wall, and then said in a low voice: "Sean, I'm very happy about what happened before..."

"Before?" Sean subconsciously blurted out what it was, but he immediately realized that it is very important to think what girls think in order to become a successful scumbag.

However, when he was thinking hard about Hermione's thoughts, the latter suddenly smiled brightly and reproachfully: "Okay, don't think about it..."

"Cough, no."

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "I said, last time you... you hugged me and told me those words, I am very happy."

Only did Sean realize it. It was the end of the last school year. He took advantage of the last effects of Felicia and played a third-hand operation, successfully showing a cowardly image of "I'm tired but I can't say it, I can only rely on you for a while" in front of Hermione. .

Uh, Hermione said she was happy?

The girl is still talking in a low voice: "I...I admit that I have felt many times before that you hide everything from me. It's not that you don't trust me enough, but that you don't have enough...intimacy..."

The word 'intimacy' seems to consume a lot of Hermione's oxygen~IndoMTL.com~ She took a few deep breaths before continuing: "Because, many things can only be said to the closest people. I am your good friend, but I'm not as close as you can be... That's what I thought at the time."

"However, after you said those things to me, I know that you have actually taken on a lot. I... I feel very distressed, but I don't know how to express it, and sometimes I still have that kind of... You know, all kinds of thoughts."

She raised her head, her eyes sparkling: "I didn't understand until you told me about gods and guilt a few days ago. It's not that you don't want to say it, but you can't say it. You are protecting me and don't want me to be involved in more disputes...I'm sorry, I have too many useless thoughts on my own."

"But..." she added immediately, "I'm also glad that you can tell me those things, that you can show your tired face in front of me. I still don't know how to help you or do something to relax you, but I am really happy-doesn't that sound weird?"

Sean has been listening silently, until after this sentence, he couldn't help laughing.

Hermione gritted her teeth again: "You really will laugh at me! I knew it! I shouldn't have confessed my true feelings to you... Bah! It's not a confession, it's just..."

Because of the word 'confession', the girl panicked unexpectedly.

Sean took a step forward and held the opponent's fluttering little hand.

Hermione paused, and fell into a rare silence.

Sean smiled and said, "I know what you mean, and..."

He lowered his voice, with sincerity and sincerity, and even a little boy's shyness: "I, I did only express that to you, and I was exhausted at that time... Ahem, anyway, it's enough for you to know what I mean."