Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 165 Stress-Relieving Toys, Leaving No Evidence

Currently on a train, the environment doesn't allow Qin Yu to immediately verify his ideas and approaches. Moreover, he feels he shouldn't rush things and needs to think things through and refine them further.

So he wrote down these ideas first, and then continued to look through other materials, hoping to find some evidence or corroboration.

And so, the two returned to their previous state, sitting opposite each other, each flipping through the books and notes in their hands.

However, compared to before, Qin Yu was now more focused and serious, so much so that he didn't react much when the little witch stretched out her foot to cause trouble. After catching it, he just subconsciously squeezed and pressed it, treating it like some kind of stress-relieving toy.

Many people have this little habit: when fully absorbed in something, they can't help but do some small things, such as picking at their nails, chin, or eraser...

Hermione was like that. She used to bite her nails whenever she read a book, which her parents corrected her for a long time. She did learn her lesson, not only biting her nails until they were worn down, but also contracting a terrible parasitic disease. For her at that young age, having worms in her stomach was indeed a very scary thing.

Therefore, she could understand Qin's little habit.

"Fortunately, he doesn't have the nail-biting habit I used to have," Hermione thought to herself, and felt a sense of relief.

After all, her feet were slightly sweaty from the long train ride, so it was fine for him to rub them with his hands. But if he started biting his nails, it would seem unhygienic.

Well, as the daughter of a dentist and having a painful childhood, Hermione is quite sensitive about this.

Lost in thought, Hermione pulled her right foot back after it had been pressed down for a while, leaving someone's hand empty. A look of surprise appeared on his face, but it didn't last long. He quickly regained his composure because his hand had once again grabbed his "stress-relieving toy"—a soft, well, left foot that was reaching out to him.

Both feet should enjoy a massage, as Qin put it, this is called "rainwater and dew evenly coating the flowers and plants."

Feeling the comfortable massage on her feet, Hermione refocused on her book, feeling relaxed and improving her study efficiency.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The train tirelessly traveled across the vast plains, and as the sun began to set, it moved rapidly toward its destination like a giant serpent.

……

"Honey, is there enough time?"

"It'll definitely be fine, um, I mean if there's no traffic."

A somewhat anxious young couple sat in a black Ford as they slowly drove through the traffic of a London neighborhood, still a long way from their destination, King's Cross Station.

This couple are Hermione's parents, the Grangers.

They received a letter from their daughter early on, knowing that today was a holiday for that mysterious school, so they drove together to pick up their two children and take them home.

However, just before leaving the house, her husband David Granger suddenly remembered something—the videotapes they had rented hadn't been returned yet.

So they stopped at a video rental store halfway through their journey, which caused them to waste a lot of time.

“I should have known better than to return those tapes. Now Qin and Hermione are going to be waiting anxiously.” Jenny Granger, the wife, complained a little about her husband’s last-minute decision.

“Darling, I admit it was my oversight. I forgot to return those things, but you wouldn’t want our daughter or Qin to accidentally find them, would you?” Mr. Granger slammed on the brakes at another red light, sighed, and said helplessly.

Mrs. Granger thought about it and agreed with her husband. After all, even the covers of those things were not suitable for them to see, let alone the contents. If they were to be found, it would be awkward and embarrassing.

Having children at home definitely brings many inconveniences.

Thinking back on the time their two children were away at school, the couple had enjoyed a wonderful period of time alone together. They could go wherever they wanted and do whatever they wanted. When they were at home, they didn't have to worry about disturbing the children's rest at night or being caught by them. So, they could explore and experiment with the sofa, stairs, kitchen, and balcony without any worries.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Granger suddenly asked her husband somewhat embarrassedly, "Darling, have you fixed that table in the dining room?"

“Cough, cough, don’t worry, Jenny, I’ve reinforced it with nails, and I promise it won’t wobble or creak anymore,” Mr. Granger said confidently.

In the end, his tone was filled with undisguised nostalgia.

Yes, he's had a really good time lately, and his favorite thing is that table, otherwise he wouldn't have almost broken it apart.

Mrs. Granger, of course, noticed the change in her husband's tone, turned to look at him, and her eyes became somewhat glazed.

However, she soon realized that their time together as a couple was coming to an end, and she would have to start tormenting herself tonight.

Sigh, if only the two kids hadn't come back...

Pah, pah, pah, Jenny, how could you think like that? Hermione is your own daughter, and Qin is practically your child too. Don't you miss them?

Mrs. Granger mentally criticized herself and grew increasingly anxious to see her two children whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

Fortunately, after squeezing through two congested streets, there were finally fewer cars on the road, and they were able to pick up speed again.

When they stopped in the station square, they happened to see Qin and Hermione walking out of the exit.

They didn't know if it was just their imagination, but after not seeing each other for more than three months, from a distance, it seemed that the two children had grown a lot taller, and their clothes, which used to be a bit loose, now fit them perfectly.

At this moment, they saw Qin pulling a large suitcase with one hand and holding his rather unruly daughter Hermione's hand with the other. The two were talking about something, and Hermione made a fierce and menacing expression.

The child is much more lively than before, almost excessively so. The Grangers exchanged a silent glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Hermione, with a mix of fierceness and cuteness, threatened Qin Yu: "I'm warning you one more time, you're not allowed to say anything bad about me in front of Mom and Dad! Do you hear me? You'd better promise! Promise me now!"

Before Qin could make any promises, she saw the guy's gaze fixed on a certain spot. Following his gaze, she saw two people waving and smiling at them—the very people she had told Qin not to tell on, her dear father and mother.

Clearly, at this distance, her parents had seen what she was doing, and their smiles were almost too bright.

The little witch was immediately embarrassed.

However, she quickly regained her composure. After all, our Miss Granger has seen many big scenes, and her mental fortitude has improved dramatically recently.

She put away her less-than-elegant expression, adopted a docile demeanor, let go of Qin's hand, and eagerly ran towards the Grangers.

By the time she reached them, the little girl's eyes were already a little red without her noticing.