Chapter 307: Heared by Zhang Qiu!

"……Ok……"
"Um...um...don't...Harry...lighter..."
When Zhang Qiu finished picking gifts for Harry, he returned from Diagon Alley.
She walked to Harry's door and knocked.
The moment the hand fell, it froze.
Because there was a girl in agony mixed with joyful gasps, and Harry had been teasing the girl's voice.
Zhang Qiu forgot how long he stood here.
She wanted to move away, but her feet were like rooting.
The voice in the house, clear and wordless, passed into Zhang Qiu's ears, like a flood, bursting the dam in Zhang Qiu's heart and flooding into disaster.
After a long, long time, there was silence in the room and a footstep became clear.
Harry is coming out of the house!
Zhang Qiumeng recovered and wanted to escape.
But almost fell to the ground.
It turned out that her legs became sore and unstable.
What's more terrible is that she moved her footsteps and found that her legs became sticky and her pants were completely wet.
Zhang Qiumi's death heart is gone.
Zhang Qiu bit his tongue sharply and pushed the wall. With this force, she returned to her bedroom opposite, and even the gifts that fell on the floor were not available to pick up.
Then, Harry came out.
In the last second, Zhang Qiu closed the door again and again.
Harry looked down, looking puzzled at the wet carpet.
...
Zhang Qiu bedroom.
Wash the bathroom.
Zhang Qiu squatted on the floor, covered his face with his hands, and wept gently.
Warm water sprinkled on her from the shower head, from the beautiful neck to the smooth and jade-like back.
She didn't think she was a good girl.
Even just listening to their voices, there was such a big response.
At this moment, a figure appeared outside the glass door.
Harry's voice sounded: "Zhang Qiu, how are you?"
Zhang Qiu's quiet sobbing stopped abruptly.
She said in a panic: "Harry, you...how did you come in..."
"Ah, of course, the phantom came in. I had wanted to "accidentally" move to the bathroom where you took a bath, but I didn't know what caused the magic to fluctuate a lot. I only moved outside the bathroom. ,such a pity……"
"you you……"
Zhang Qiu suddenly remembered a very important thing. After she came in, she threw the dirty skirt directly into the living room, and then ran to the bathroom.
Who could have imagined that Harry would break in directly.
Well, won't it be seen by Harry?
Zhang Qiu was confused, and said, "Harry, you hurry out...and don't look down..."
"Why, why?" said Harry. "Why are you so anxious? I didn't break in. You have to trust my character."
Zhang Qiu's voice almost shouted with tears: "There is no reason, you immediately go out to me, otherwise, or I will be angry..."
"Okay," Harry said regretfully, not knowing what to regret.
Seeing Harry's figure fade away from the glass, Zhang Qiu took a light breath.
Suddenly there was a "dong" sound.
"Ah," Harry screamed.
Zhang Qiu said nervously: "What's wrong."
Harry's depressed voice came from the room: "I stumbled over your skirt. Why did you throw the skirt around."
"Is this the dress you want to change later, I'll help you in."
Zhang Qiu can't wait to rush out immediately and hide the skirt.
Zhang Qiu almost begged: "Don't touch my skirt, go out quickly."
"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising hands." Kind Harry was willing to help others.
Zhang Qiu began to see the picture of Harry bending over and holding the skirt in his hand.
Harry's voice suddenly looked surprised and puzzled: "Huh, Huh, Zhang Qiu...this?"
This must be the most self-confident moment in Zhang Qiu's life, although no second person saw her face.
She said nothing in the bathroom, allowing a stream of water to slip from the top of her head to the tender feet.
Outside the house, Harry also quieted down, not knowing what he found.
In addition to the "booming" sound of running water, the whole room could not even hear the breath of a person.
After a long time...
Harry tentatively asked outside the door: "Zhang Qiu...you, pee your pants?"
Zhang Qiu exploded at once, and she used all her strength to yell, making a deafening sound than the roaring letter: "Harry Potter, I'm going to kill you!"
...
In the end, Zhang Qiu did not kill Harry.
And as usual, in Harry’s room, sit with Hermione on a table and enjoy dinner.
It's just that Harry didn't look good all the way.
"Cough..." Harry said: "Hermione, why do you still come with a suitcase?"
Hermione said: "Did you forget that the Ministry of Magic will start the "Witch Exam" in a few days. I have been preparing for this exam this summer. I will review here for the remaining days, Why not welcome me?"
"Of course not. It's just that I'm worried. Will your energy keep up? There is not enough time to do "other" things every day. Not to mention concentrate on reading." Harry smiled.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted Harry's name in shame.
"I'm going to sleep with Zhang Qiu, I won't give you another chance." Hermione smiled proudly.
After the dinner is used up, Hermione will follow Zhang Qiu to leave.
Hermione just stood up, but she sat back again with a painful look on her face.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Zhang Qiu asked worriedly.
Hermione lowered her head, only to see her two ears turn red.
She hummed softly: "I... there is still some pain."
Zhang Qiu: "..."
She gave Harry a hard look, and Harry shrugged innocently.
"Come, put it on my shoulder, I will help you go..." Zhang Qiu said with concern.
As she walked out of the door, Hermione, who was supported by Zhang Qiu, looked back at Harry, smiled sweetly, and grunted her lips: "Boom."
Harry looked at the sheets as if they had blistered, and the quilt, waved his hand, disappeared, and changed into a new set of bedspreads.
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night.
Zhang Qiu's master bedroom.
Originally there were three rooms in the suite, but Hermione and Zhang Qiu had been used to sleeping together.
Therefore, Hermione did not go to sleep in other empty rooms, but still lay on a bed with Zhang Qiu.
The two women lay sideways and face to face.
Two pairs of bright and big eyes stared at each other.
Zhang Qiu couldn't help but sigh.
"Why sigh?" Hermione moved to Zhang Qiu, closer to Zhang Qiu, she asked.
Zhang Qiuding looked at Hermione, and she found that Hermione had become much better.
Not about looks, but a very unique temperament.
Hermione used to be a young and lively girl, but now, looking at her eyes, eyebrows, and curly hair, it gives a very mature and charming feeling.
Zhang Qiu stretched out his left hand, stroking the pretty face on Hermione's right side, very smooth and tender.
Hermione couldn't help laughing: "Itchy."
Zhang Qiu hesitated for a while and asked indifferently: "Hermione, that thing... is it comfortable?"
Hermione shrank her neck and saw only a pair of glittering eyes in the dark. She yelled softly.
She couldn't help thinking of today, she was like a small boat that was constantly beaten by the waves in the rough seas in the storm.
All sorts of ravaged cooperation beneath Harry.
Hermione looked up suddenly, her lips lightly touching Zhang Qiu's lips and grinning: "Zhang Qiu, if it is you, Harry must be eager to keep you out of his bed."
Zhang Qiu said: "Talking nonsense~EbookFREE.me~Little fool~~~"
Zhang Qiu said strangely.
"Yeah...Oh, you've been eavesdropping..." Hermione exasperated.
"Hum...you don't know how loud you shouted. I'm afraid I hid in my room, covered with three layers of quilts, and I can hear your cry..."
"Shut up!"
The two girls began to laugh and play.
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