Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 184 The Interpretation of Dreams, The Girl Who Loves to Sleep In

Qin Yu had a dream.

I dreamt that I was a middle-aged man with a stubble beard, even older than in my previous life.

He himself is idle and does not have a proper job, but his wife is very outstanding and is a senior executive of a large company.

On this day, the single-player game he had been looking forward to, "Black Magic: Bot," was released. However, he didn't have enough pocket money, so he asked his wife for a reward.

His wife, who possessed both the youthful glow of a young girl and the allure of maturity, didn't immediately agree. Instead, she pressed her foot, clad in pink socks, against his chest, slamming him down onto the sofa. Then, in a very flippant tone, she said, "My dear husband, if you want money to buy games, you'll have to pay a price, you know~"

Then, feeling the soreness in his waist, he nodded in grief and indignation, agreeing to his wife's conditions.

Well, that's where the dream ends.

After waking up, Qin Yu lay in bed in a daze for a while, extremely curious about the humiliating price he was about to pay in his dream.

"Did you not have a membership or something? Why can't we see the later content?"

He muttered a curse to himself.

Although I couldn't see my wife's face clearly in my dream, she did look somewhat familiar, especially her foot wearing a pink sock... yeah, right?

I can still almost recall the oppressive feeling of my chest being stepped on in my dream.

You know what, just from this point of view, the dream was indeed quite realistic.

—If that's the case, then wouldn't the later plot be very realistic? Is it too late to go to sleep now?

Of course, Qin Yu also knew that the possibility of continuing the story was slim, and could only sigh with regret in his heart once again.

"It's true what they say, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. I was always talking about living off a woman, and I never thought it would actually come true in my dream." He offered a brief "dream interpretation."

Although it was humiliating to ask my wife for money in my dream, it was a necessary price to pay!

It embodies love and patience, much like the symbolic meaning of steel wool.

To be fair, at least we didn't encounter a steel wool ball, but rather pink socks, so it's hard to say whether it's a punishment or a reward.

A dream is just a dream; we must return to reality. I need to keep learning and practicing magic, and I need to wait patiently and nurture my wife.

As his mind gradually cleared from its chaotic thoughts, and with no phone to scroll through, there was no major obstacle to getting out of bed. Qin Yu threw off the covers, got up, and dressed.

……

Just like last year, the Grangers' work had already begun before the Hogwarts Christmas holidays were over. Their dental clinic was fully booked, so they couldn't enjoy a long vacation.

When Qin Yu came downstairs, Mrs. Granger was already dressed and ready to go out, having picked up her handbag.

Meanwhile, the sounds of a car starting up and Mr. Granger urging him on could be heard from outside.

"Qin, oh, darling, good morning! Breakfast is ready, remember to eat! Hermione hasn't gotten up yet, remember to wake her! Okay, I have to go! Bye-bye, darling!"

Mrs. Granger rattled off a string of words.

Qin Yu only had time to reply with a "Good morning" before the other person opened the door and left.

A short while later, the car took the two away from Granger's house.

Okay, busy, everyone's busy, being busy is good!

Qin Yu uttered a random remark about the late spring air, then strode over and knocked on Hermione's door.

There was a few seconds' delay before a muffled response came from inside, allowing the knocker to enter.

Qin Yu gently pushed open the door and smelled the stuffy smell that was typical of a bedroom that had been occupied all night. This was because a person had been breathing in a confined space for a long time and the air was not circulating.

However, the little girl's room still smelled very nice, like a rich floral fragrance.

Of course, ventilation was still necessary, so Qin Yu left the door open after coming in.

Sensing someone enter, the brown-haired girl, buried in the blankets, struggled to open her eyes a crack before closing them again.

"Qin~mu~ I'm so sleepy~ I'll sleep for another five minutes~" Hermione pleaded in a coquettish tone.

Qin Yu didn't care about that. She had woken him up early in the morning more than once or twice, so how could he let her off the hook now?

So he continued to urge, "Stop sleeping, or the sun will be shining on your butt."

"No, no, I'm covered by a blanket~" the girl kept shaking her head.

"Heh, then I'll pull off your blanket!" Qin Yu stepped forward, his tone chilling.

"Ah?! No! I'm cold~" Hermione immediately grabbed the blanket and rolled around to make herself even tighter.

Qin Yu stared at the little witch, who looked like a silkworm cocoon, speechless for a moment, especially since she was peeking out with her little head, grinning foolishly at him with a clear and silly look on her face.

Hmm, maybe she just woke up and her IQ hasn't kicked in yet.

After all that commotion, although she didn't manage to get up, Hermione's sleepiness did subside considerably.

She looked at Qin Yu, who seemed utterly helpless, and felt quite smug.

"What are Mom and Dad doing?" the girl asked curiously.

"Your aunt and uncle just left for the clinic. Didn't you hear the car start moving?" Qin Yu sat to the side, glancing at the rolled-up blanket, looking for any clues, as he answered her question.

“Oh, I vaguely heard something. I thought I was dreaming,” Hermione said truthfully.

"Before Auntie left, she gave me a royal edict," Qin Yu said, solemnly bowing towards the ceiling, and then added, "ordering me to be fully responsible for waking you up!"

He had the air of a British Prime Minister or a royal envoy.

Hermione, of course, had no idea who he was imitating; she just found it amusing and giggled with delight.

"A decree? Hahaha, is Mom the queen? Hahaha!"

After saying that, he stuck out his tongue, perhaps feeling that his words were a bit disrespectful to the royal family, after all, the British monarchy still has a significant presence.

There's no way I can fall asleep anymore. It's all this guy's fault; he just keeps bothering me.

However, her thoughts wandered, and she drifted off, thinking to herself: If this guy could come and wake me up every day from now on, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Thinking this way, for a moment, Hermione seemed to see a scene many years later.

Back then, would I also stay in bed like I am now, and then some guy would try every means to get me out of bed?

What method will he use?

After all, we were all adults then, we certainly wouldn't be like little kids anymore...

Hmm, I'm starting to look forward to what it will be like to grow up.

However, there's no rush.

These days are just as joyful and pleasant, and just as worthy of being cherished and savored.