Chapter 42 Remember my taste, and only remember my taste
Lovell's face was full of grievances, with tears in the corners of his eyes, looking pitiful.
From its perspective, Hermione couldn't afford to lose and flipped the table.
Seeing Lovell's aggrieved look, Hermione's heart suddenly softened, but she still had to hold on to maintain her dignity, so she tried her best to look angry and said to the wolf cub: "Tell you
Dishonest, just now, just now——"
Lovell tilted his head, "This is just normal communication."
Lovell didn't lie. Licking each other is indeed a way of communication among wolves. If you want to express friendly emotions, licking each other's fur is the easiest way.
A flash of realization flashed through Hermione's mind: her wolf cub has been trying to communicate with her, so should she cooperate?
Learn to think from the wolf’s perspective!
She let out a sigh of relief. Now that she had made a decision, she would implement it. The girl sat on the edge of the bed, put her hands on her waist, and pinched the waistband of her pantyhose.
It was a pure black that seemed to attract everyone's attention and make them sink into this dreamy black. But suddenly, a few slender white fingers disturbed the black. They rested on it and slowly moved towards it.
Down.
With their efforts, the black color slowly faded away like a tide, revealing a breathtaking whiteness. The whiteness gradually expanded and took over the mainstream. Finally, a white and smooth little foot broke free from the pantyhose.
The feet were white, with no traces of dead skin or calluses, and were as smooth as a peeled egg. It seemed a little uncomfortable with the free air around it, so it tightened up, like a shy flower.
A pair of pantyhose that smelled of lingering warmth and Hermione were thrown to the ground by her, as if the clothes were completely unimportant.
The pantyhose fell next to the wolf cub, with the toes right on its paws.
The wolf cub picked up the slightly damp socks that had just been taken off Hermione's body, feeling a little at a loss. For some reason, the breath coming from the top of the socks made his heartbeat gradually accelerate.
A white foot stretched out to the wolf cub's mouth, and the nails on it exuded a healthy luster.
"Lick it." Hermione looked down at the wolf cub squatting there in a daze, suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, and kept telling herself that this was a normal way of communication among the wolf clan, while speaking calmly
He said in a tone of voice: "Don't you wolves like to communicate in this way?"
The pink tongue traced across Lovell's lips. Since Hermione had spoken, Lovell would naturally take action.
There is a pink mark on the white and tender eggs, followed by the second mark, the third mark...
Hermione sat on the bed, feeling this novel experience. The rustling touch on her delicate skin made her want to laugh.
Soon, Lovell was squatting obediently by the bed. From time to time, he stuck out his tongue and rolled it on his lips.
"Remember my taste, you can only remember my taste." Hermione said as she picked Lovell's chin with her toes.
As a wolf clan known for its wildness, Lovell should have sternly refused and then angrily scolded Hermione for being domineering, but for some reason today, it subconsciously said "yes" and agreed to Hermione.
Once you nod in agreement, you can't go back on it, so Lovell agreed to Hermione in a daze.
Seeing that the wolf cub agreed, Hermione had a smile on her lips.
Very good, she is very satisfied.
She was afraid of losing Lovell, and she was afraid that one day it would suddenly say that she had a new contract partner and was leaving, so she decided to tie the two more tightly to make him reluctant to leave her...
It looks like it was very successful.
Eventually, the exchange of messages between Lovell and Hermione ended.
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While Lovell and Hermione were communicating in wolf form, Dumbledore was busy at his desk in the distant Hogwarts.
His Phoenix Fox stood on a chair next to the desk with its claws on the back of the chair, looking at its partner with curious eyes.
At first glance, Dumbledore is doing needlework: there are some fabrics on his table, as well as needles and threads, which are all standard equipment for needlework. But if you take a closer look, you can see that Dumbledore’s
The difference between needlework and needlework done by ordinary Muggles - the needle on Dumbledore's table moves by itself.
The silver needle flew like a butterfly, and the thread on the tail was flying up and down. Soon, a small bag gradually took shape. After the last stitch was tied, the needle wound around itself.
Knot, turn around, and snap the thread with a swish, and a simple but fine-stitched bag is sewn.
Looking at the finished bag, Dumbledore had no intention of calling it a day. He took out his wand, put it against the bag, and then uttered a series of obscure spells from his mouth.
After reading the last syllable, a glimmer of light flashed on the bag, and Dumbledore finally completed this "little handiwork".
Fawkes tilted his head and stared at the bag on the table in fascination. He didn't understand why Albus stayed up late to make something that looked very time-consuming and laborious at first glance.
Perhaps sensing the confusion in the old man's heart, Dumbledore smiled slightly and said to himself: "If you receive a Christmas gift from someone, you have to give it back. How can a young man have the nerve to occupy a little wolf?"
Where’s the bargain?”
Only then did Fox realize that the bag on the table was for Lovell.
This bag looks ordinary, not even as exquisite as the one-pound knitted sachets at the roadside market, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is extraordinary, because the person who made it is Albus Dumbledore.
The greatest magician of this century.
Why did the greatest magician of this century go to so much trouble to make a small bag for a wolf cub? It starts with that pair of wool socks.
Dumbledore was quite touched after receiving the wool socks, although he felt that the wolf cubs were most likely a blind cat that met a dead mouse. How could a wolf who grew up in the Forbidden Forest learn the meaning of wool socks? The Centaurs
Of?
But that didn't stop him from being happy.
The happy Dumbledore decided to give Lovell a gift in return. This is normal. It is not a gentleman to accept a Christmas gift from someone without preparing a gift in return. But the difficulty is what to give back?
A gift should be what you like, but what does a wolf like? You can't just send a rabbit, right?
The news brought back by Fox inspired Dumbledore: wolves are different from humans, and it is extremely difficult for them to carry items with them. This book left in the office is good evidence.
Then why don't you make a storage prop for it?
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The second update comes with an animated picture of a white wolf cub!