Chapter 241 The Secret Room 6
Chapter 241 The Secret Room 6
Afu looked at Tom steadily.
She didn't speak, as if she didn't believe Tom's excuses at all.
The Abu trio just wanted to escape here quickly.
Abu: What an embarrassing scene! Hey!But I don't know that Tom treats the professor... Seeing this scene, I only feel that the two of them are at odds! ! !
Radolphus: I really want to escape, but I can't escape...
Knights:? ? ?should i be here
Tom looked directly into Afu's eyes without flinching, his faint eyes seemed to pierce the air, cross the distance of faint thousands of years, see clearly the most real emotion in Afu's eyes, and see through the most real her.
"Your classmates have come out." Afu pointed to Quint who suddenly appeared on the ground.
Although she seemed to be using this to change the subject, her eyes did not shift in the slightest—she did not divert her eyes from the sudden appearance of Quint at all, her eyes hovered over Tom without avoiding or dodging.
"It seems that he failed." There was a teasing smile on the corner of Afu's mouth, but the words he said were colder than ice and snow and more hurtful than a sharp knife in the ears of Abu and the three of them, "Unfortunately, Slytherin will The upper limit of harvest in the secret room will be reduced by one-tenth."
He said regret in his mouth, but none of the people present could hear the slightest regret.
Hearing that Afu clearly pointed out that Slytherin had suffered heavy losses due to Quint's private actions, the three of Abu couldn't hold back at this time. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, they might have gone up to give the comatose Quint One by one.
Abu (gritting teeth): I hate it!I hate Quint!
Knights: Fuck (explosively) I'm afraid it's not because Quint is going to finish our seventh grade!
Radolphs (lighting a cigarette in the vicissitudes of life): It's getting cold, and it's time for the Quints to go bankrupt.
The appearance of Quint also perfectly responded to the excuse Tom just said.
Now he has no reason to stay here.
Stay here and wait for Afu to leave before carefully checking if there is any missing information.
"Take your comatose classmates back." A silver streamer flew out from Afu's fingertips, and wrapped around Quint's body like a ribbon.
Under the influence of this silver streamer, Quint's whole body slowly floated up.
Afu turned sideways, moved out of the way, and revealed the bathroom door behind her, indicating that they could go out from there.
"He's fine, he'll be fine when he wakes up."
Tom nodded silently, walked out without saying anything.
Seeing that Tom made a move, the three of Abu also hurriedly set off.
They found that with their movements, Quint, who was floating in mid-air, also moved with them, without them needing to do anything else.
"Good night Professor!"
"Good evening, Professor!"
"Goodbye, professor!"
Abu and the three said goodbye to Afu in unison, and quickly left the bathroom.
"Good night." Afudi also replied to them, "Go to bed early!"
Although Tom took the first step, Tom didn't walk up to Afu until Quint, who was following them, also floated out of the bathroom.
"?" Seeing Tom in front of her, Afu asked him why he was still here.
Afu just wanted to speak to urge him to go back quickly, but all the voices stopped in his throat because of Tom's sudden move.
The broad body covered half of the moonlight, and Tom's figure was smudged on Afu's body like thick ink, and then covered her tightly.
Afu fell into an embrace that was as cool as night dew.
Rather than "falling into", it is better to say being "wrapped".
The lingering and moist breath like the water plants in the lake covered Afu densely.
Like a finely woven net, it is airtight and tightly bound, making it impossible for people to move and escape.
It was also like a thick cloud of mist, silently following and entwining, allowing her to act wantonly.
Afu felt that everything in front of her was suddenly distorted.
Consciousness is between illusion and reality, a chaos.
"Good night, Afu..."
A sigh.
It is like a distant ballad, and it also seems to be a vain divine voice in the sky, wrapped in a heartfelt voice that seems to be true and false.
Like the wisps of light feathers brought by the breeze, they fell softly on Afu's ears.
Then the arms were pulled away, the world became real, and the stars and moonlight poured on Afu's body again through the window lattice.
Aff was completely unaware of the difference in Tom's calling herself.
Maybe it was because she was in a trance, or maybe Tom's voice was so hollow that she thought she had heard it wrong.
With the departure of Tom's arms, Afu's eyes suddenly became brighter and wider.
The stagnant thoughts began to surge again, and the stalled pendulum moved again, as if time began to pass again.
The "tick" sound of water dripping, the "rustling" sound of wind blowing through the leaves...
Bit by bit, thread by thread, and sound, the reality was rebuilt in Afu's mind.
The consciousness returns to the world, and the body returns to the human world.
Afu took a deep breath, and the cold air inhaled through the nasal cavity instantly brought a chill to the limbs and bones.
The coldness in her body drove away the trance and illusion in her mind just now.
Afu suppressed the indescribable inexplicable meaning that rose in her heart.
"Five Slytherins go out at night, one ten." Afu looked at Tom, pointed to the door of the bathroom, and signaled him to leave here and go back to the dormitory.
"Fifty points deducted from Slytherin." As if to divert her attention by deducting points, Afu's words were very decisive.
Facing the deducted fact, Tom didn't show any surprise expression.
As if he had expected it.
As if he didn't care about the mere fifty cents.
"Follow your instructions."
He bent down in a very good mood and took Afu's hand.
Tom put his left hand behind his back, and held Afu's hand to his lips with his right hand.
Then a kiss fell.
It landed on the back of Afu's hand.
"professor."
He raised his eyes and looked at Afu's emerald green eyes with a smile.
Fingers crossed.
Slender, delicate, held.
Wide, strong, hold tight.
Soft skirts and black robes fluttered in the wind.
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