Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 178 I really want to taste the juice you drank.

"I didn't expect you to be open in winter. If I had noticed last year, I definitely would have come to buy ice cream." Qin Yu said to the clerk of the cold drink shop as he took the two packaged cold items.

"Sigh, if you had come last year, you really wouldn't have been able to buy anything. We weren't even open for Christmas last year. But the boss said there's business even in winter, so he told me not to take a break starting this year." The young shop assistant shrugged helplessly as he said this.

"Sigh, I understand. We're just working people, there's nothing we can do about it," Qin Yu said, expressing his empathy.

"Haha, you really are different from other kids." The young shop assistant shook his head with a smile.

Qin Yu felt something was off about what the other person said and their tone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

However, he was too lazy to investigate further, as he was in a hurry.

So he pointed to the things he was carrying and said sincerely to the young clerk, "Well, thank you for opening, and thank you for selling me this newspaper!"

"You're welcome. I've already read the newspaper. Welcome to visit again next time!" The clerk smiled and waved.

They're as enthusiastic as ever.

As Qin Yu turned to leave, he uttered this remark with emotion.

Instead of slowing down, his steps quickened, and he started jogging.

He's been out for about half an hour now, and considering his earlier lingering on the first floor of the bookstore, quite a while has passed since he parted ways with Hermione.

"Having been gone for so long, isn't that girl worried?"

Thinking of this, Qin Yu became increasingly anxious. He didn't even have time to open the newspaper he had finally obtained to read it carefully; he just hurriedly stuffed it into his coat pocket.

After squeezing through crowded streets and bumping into several pedestrians before apologizing, Qin Yu finally returned to the street in front of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore.

From this distance, he saw the little witch sitting on the steps of the bookstore.

The little witch was holding a glass of juice and had just taken a small sip when she noticed someone looking at her from not far away.

Her eyes widened immediately, and she hurriedly put the juice back on the steps, next to another glass.

After carefully examining the two glasses of juice and finding that they were almost the same height, I breathed a sigh of relief.

In the short time she looked down, the guy had already walked over.

"What did that bite taste like?" the guy asked, reaching out to help her up.

The uniquely flavored juice has a different taste with every sip, inevitably arousing curiosity.

"It seems to be a dried plum..." She savored the memory for a moment, then unconsciously licked her lips after being pulled up by that hand. She nodded and said again in a certain tone, "Yes, it's a dried plum."

"Yes, I'd like to try this flavor too." Her tone was filled with obvious anticipation.

The little witch noticed that as he spoke, his gaze shifted slightly downwards. He didn't look into her eyes, nor at the juice on the steps, but rather at the lips where he had just tasted it.

There was indeed some residual juice there, and it tasted like dried plums.

As mentioned before, after spending a lot of time together, you might be able to tell what the other person is thinking with just a glance.

However, looking was useless; she knew this guy definitely wouldn't dare to come closer and try it.

Thinking of this, she seemed to gain some inexplicable confidence, raised her chin, and stared intently, as if in a provocation.

Sure enough, the guy who seemed very bold immediately started to look away.

So the little witch stood on tiptoe, staring into his eyes, and seized the opportunity to question him righteously: "Qin, do you know you're wrong?"

The mistake wasn't that he wanted to taste what plum-flavored juice was like.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I know I was wrong!"

He held her hand tightly, and his tone was very sincere, which showed that his attitude in admitting his mistake was acceptable.

But the little witch still wasn't going to let him off so easily, so she kept asking with a stern face, "What did you do wrong?"

—This guy used to ask her that question all the time.

"My mistake was leaving the bookstore without saying goodbye. I'm a grown man, and I made you worry about me, Miss Granger. It was really wrong of me."

As she said this, he pulled her into his arms, as if to get closer so she could feel the sincerity in his words more clearly.

He wouldn't dare taste the juice, but he'd be happy to give a hug, since it's a common way for family and friends to socialize.

"I wasn't worried about you at all..."

The little witch hugged the guy tightly. She was somewhat surprised that her voice sounded muffled when she spoke, and all the emotions that had been building up inside her seemed to surge up with her words and into her eyes.

"Only a little bit." She slightly modified her words.

“I know, but even if it has caused Miss Granger this little bit of worry, it is my fault.”

He gently rubbed her head, as if trying to dispel the little witch's worries.

"Okay, that's good to know." She said, hugging me tighter, and added, "Don't do this again next time. At least leave me a message so I know you'll be back soon."

"I promise it won't happen again."

"Your attitude is good, so I'll forgive you this time."

"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Granger!"

"Yes, I am very generous!"

Even if you are generous, I cannot take advantage of your favor and act arbitrarily.

"That's right, we must be strict with ourselves."

"You're right."

"It's a suggestion, not a lesson. I'm not a serious old man."

"Yes, it was a kind reminder from a beautiful and kind lady."

The two whispered to each other, talking for a long time at the bookstore entrance. It felt as if the half hour or so they had been apart was an eternity, and they needed to say so much to ease their anxiety while waiting.

Of course, they weren't hugging the whole time, since they were outside, not at home. Instead, they held hands tightly after separating, talking like they were rambling on and on.

……

Qin Yu's apology was indeed sincere, and his departure was indeed too hasty, leaving no explanation and without considering Hermione's feelings.

Even though he thought he would be back soon after he left, things didn't go as planned and he was delayed for a while, it was still because he hadn't thought things through thoroughly enough.

Having calmed Hermione down, and in doing so, Qin Yu also calmed himself down, and then pulled his little witch back to the reading area on the second floor.

"Ouch, juice!" Hermione's bottom had barely touched the chair when she bounced up as if she'd been burned.

"I'll go get it, you just sit here." Qin Yu was speechless for a moment, then quickly waved his hand and said.

"Oh, then hurry up, don't take too long," Hermione urged instinctively.

So, Qin Yu put down what he was carrying in his other hand, went back, and brought up the two glasses of juice that were about the same height.

The robe shop is doing good business today, so Qin Yu will have to wait a while to pick up his clothes. They still have plenty of time to sit here and read.

Just as Qin Yu sat down and was about to take the newspaper out of his pocket, he heard Hermione sitting opposite him ask curiously, "Did you buy the newspaper you wanted?"

"Huh? How did you know?!"

Qin Yu blurted out words of astonishment.

Since returning, he hasn't had a chance to explain why he left, nor has he mentioned the newspaper—because he was mainly focused on calming the little girl down, and he'd save the explanation for later.

However, to his surprise, before he could even mention it, Hermione asked about the newspaper. Even though a portion of the newspaper was indeed sticking out of his pocket, Hermione's tone suggested that she already knew he had gone out to buy a newspaper.

"Hmm, I'm a great detective, how could your little tricks escape my eyes?"

As Hermione said this, she used her right index finger to wipe her upper lip on both sides, pretending that she had a small mustache.

"As expected of the great detective Granger, nothing can escape your notice!" Qin Yu praised sincerely, giving a thumbs-up to reinforce his convincing statement.

He had just thought about it and realized that he had indeed spoken with several shop assistants on the first floor. Hermione must have searched everywhere and done some investigation after discovering that he was missing, which is how she found out his possible whereabouts.

However, even though he left behind a lot of information, Hermione's meticulousness and logical thinking ability cannot be denied, and they deserve praise.

Hmm, with such strong investigative abilities, if I were to secretly meet with someone like Luna or Furong in the future, wouldn't I be identified immediately?

Such a thought popped into someone's mind.

"Pah, pah, pah! It must be some shameless, mysterious being trying to distort my thoughts. That line above wasn't my idea! Even if I meet with some other beautiful witch, it's all aboveboard, for the purpose of exchanging and discussing magical knowledge. I'm upright and honest, and I'm not afraid of being found out!"

A louder argument echoed in Qin Yu's mind.

When he looked up again, he met a pair of eyes that shone with a sharp light.

This startled Qin Yu, and he almost confessed everything—though he didn't know what to confess.

Fortunately, the owner of the eyes asked, "Tell me, what kind of newspaper is more important than me?"

This question is definitely tricky, and Qin Yu felt he had to correct it immediately before answering it.