came a little early.

Chapter 60 came a little early.

Just as Ian put the gift box down, he saw Hermione rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning as she came out of the girls' dormitory entrance.

Upon seeing this, Ian knew that the other person had probably just woken up and was likely washing up when they were called out.

Hermione had long, flowing brown hair and wore a burgundy silk robe that reached just below her knees, revealing her smooth, delicate calves. On her feet were fluffy bunny-head slippers.

Hermione, who had just come out of the bathroom, was still a little dazed. She had planned to wash up, rest on the bed for a while, then make a pot of tea in the common room before going to meet Ian around 9 o'clock.

However, after being told that someone was looking for her in the common room, she had to abandon her idea of ​​going back to bed in order not to be impolite.

When he saw Ian in the common room, he instantly snapped out of his daze.

An elegant and handsome young man sat on a long, orange sofa by the window, his fingers interlaced on his lap, his head slightly turned toward the window, gazing quietly at the scenery outside.

From Hermione's perspective, everything before her—the dawn, the boy, the tranquility, the elegance, the gaze into the distance—was like a magnificent oil painting, a picturesque landscape, a picturesque boy…

This left Hermione, who had just regained consciousness, somewhat stunned.

Good morning. It seems I'm a bit early.

On the contrary, Ian's long-standing keen senses allowed him to spot Hermione the moment she appeared, so he spoke first to greet her.

A calm and magnetic voice snapped Hermione out of her brief daze.

"I remember what happened today, I haven't forgotten. I just didn't expect it to happen so early. I was planning to come find you after I finished washing up..."

Suddenly, Hermione explained in a flustered manner that she really didn't want Ian to misunderstand her, to think that she had forgotten their appointment to study together today.

"I thought it was Harry and the others coming to borrow my homework again, Ian, I didn't expect it to be you..."

The voice grew softer and softer, and at the same time, the little face visibly flushed slightly. The perceptive Ian happened to notice the other person's fluffy bunny slippers, and the cute bunny head was now bobbing up and down slightly.

"This is a gift for you. Also, I didn't say you forgot. I just arrived too early. I'll wait for you here, don't worry." Seeing Hermione's slight embarrassment, Ian immediately explained understandingly, after all, he had indeed arrived a bit early.

"Okay, thank you for the gift. Wait for me a minute!" Hermione said softly, then picked up the gift box and ran to her dorm room without looking back.

"Damn Elsa, she did it on purpose! She just wanted to see me humiliated in front of Ian. Jealousy made her forget the most basic manners and kindness..."

As Hermione walked back, she couldn't help but complain inwardly about the second-year girl who had relayed the message to her.

The thought of Ian seeing her looking so disheveled made Hermione, who was usually carefree, feel a pang of regret.

"And Ron and Harry, those two idiots, all they do is borrow my homework. If I hadn't thought it was them, I wouldn't have rushed out, dressed like this..."

Hermione kept muttering to herself the whole way, as if only in this way could she forget the embarrassment she had just felt.

What Hermione didn't know was that everything she had just displayed was seen as cute by Ian, not as sloppy.

He genuinely found her adorable just now. Faced with her childhood self, and under the influence of magic, like Emma Watson after a beauty filter was applied, Ian couldn't find any flaws.

Especially when he saw the other person's toes wiggling inside their shoes because of embarrassment, causing the little bunny head on the slippers to bob and sway, Ian felt a sense of healing.

After Hermione returned to her dorm, she hurriedly found her eyebrow pencil and lightly drew her eyebrows to make them appear longer. She also drew very light eyeliner and applied a thin layer of lip gloss.

Hermione skillfully and quickly completed this series of tedious operations.

She doesn't usually like wearing makeup, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how. During the summer before starting school, her mother had already taught her how to apply a light, ladylike makeup. So, never judge the precocity of Western girls by conventional standards.

Most of the girls in the dormitory had already gotten up and were lying on their beds without any restraint. Some were staring blankly at the ceiling, while others continued to lie flat under the covers, hoping that Hypnos, the god of sleep in Greek mythology, would come down again.

When Parvati Petit saw Hermione return and, surprisingly, sit down at the table to put on makeup, her gossip-loving nature flared up. She first crept silently and stealthily towards Hermione, then suddenly spoke up:

"I've never seen you wear makeup before, but you're wearing it today."

Hermione's hand trembled slightly upon hearing this, and the lip gloss ended up smearing all over her chin.

She quickly pulled out a tissue and wiped the lip gloss off her chin, saying somewhat flusteredly, "Yeah, I just did my makeup on the weekend to practice..."

"Oh? Is that so?... " Parvati revealed a meaningful smile, her tone full of maternal affection, like an overclocking frequency that instantly swept through the entire first-year girls' dormitory in Gryffindor.

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