aircannonsinc Chapter 169: A diary entry that went off-topic, written to my future self.
Chapter 169: A diary entry that went off-topic, written to my future self.
Even after closing the bedroom door, Hermione could almost smell the aroma of broth lingering in the air.
This made her mouth water again, but it was already very late, and she had eaten a lot that night, so there was no way she could eat anything else now.
What's more, the meat broth that Qin made was put in the refrigerator and will be eaten tomorrow.
So it's all Qin's fault for making such a fragrant meat soup at night and not letting anyone eat it right away!
Thinking of the culprit's name, Hermione unconsciously pouted—she was reminded of the "essay of no less than 800 words" that Qin had given her during the day.
It's really... she's still a bit confused, but she also feels inexplicably "terrified".
Then, she subconsciously looked at her desk and suddenly felt that writing something seemed like a good idea.
"Could Qin have secretly used some kind of magic on me, or are his words just magical..." Hermione muttered.
The main reason was that she wasn't very sleepy right now, and she couldn't fall asleep anyway. Besides, she didn't want to go to Qin's attic again tonight, lest that guy actually recall something, which would probably make him feel embarrassed and awkward.
I'm just idling around anyway.
So Hermione sat down at her desk, turned on the lamp, opened the brown-covered notebook, and took out a pen.
I'll just write whatever comes to mind.
However, I absolutely have to go off-topic; I can't just write whatever that guy tells me to write!
After thinking for a while, the pen tip scratched across the paper, outlining letters that formed words with different meanings, and those words, in turn, formed the words she wanted to say...
—Written on the paper—
Tuesday, December 24th, snow turning to clear skies.
It's been a long time since I last wrote in my diary. If I don't look back at the previous entries, I can't even remember when I last wrote one.
Looking back, I don't really know what I've been busy with lately. I just remember that when I was at Hogwarts, I spent my days eating, attending classes, and going to the library to read... busy but fulfilling, with every day fully scheduled.
Oh, and that guy who stepped on Qin.
But why is this event so memorable?
It's all that guy's fault. He never studies properly and always bullies me, so I have no choice but to fight back!
Yes, let's strike hard with our feet!
However, it seems that I get inexplicably excited and pleasure when I step on him... Do I have some violent tendencies?
Am I mentally unhealthy?
However, Qin did not cry out in pain, nor did he show any signs of being hurt by being stepped on.
Okay, I won't step on it so hard next time, or I'll try not to step on it at all.
However, I will definitely retaliate, for example, by kicking him with my foot—not too hard, but I must be careful not to let Mrs. Pins see it. In short, I will make trouble so that he cannot concentrate on reading!
Thinking about it this way, I realize I'm a bit bad. But since this is a diary I'm writing for myself, I'll just write whatever comes to mind. So, I can't let anyone else see this diary; I have to keep it safe!
Of course, I'm also very well-behaved. I don't always cause trouble. When I am naughty, it's because I feel that he is a very close person to me, and he won't really get angry because of what I do.
Like, even if he messes up my hair or pinches my cheek, I won't really get angry...
Ugh, just thinking about how he pinched my cheek still makes me a little angry!
If he squeezes too hard again next time, I'll bite him!
Hmm, let's see if he'll go looking for trouble! I, Hermione Granger, am not someone to be trifled with!
(Simple line drawing: a little person with hands on hips)
I can't recall much about my life at Hogwarts right now, so I'll wait until I get back there to write about it. I'll probably feel more connected to what happened there once I'm in that environment.
For example, at home, I really enjoy the time I spend chatting with Qin in his little attic.
With the door closed, it's very quiet. We can talk about all sorts of things, or even if we don't say anything and just stay there quietly, we won't feel bored.
I really, really, really want to go up there right now!
He was only about twenty steps away from me; even if I walked up slowly and quietly, it wouldn't take me long.
However, thinking about what happened last night—or rather, early this morning—I dismissed the idea.
I wonder if my future self will remember what happened when I see this?
It's the kind of physiological reaction that boys experience at the onset of puberty that I read about in a book. Now you remember, right?
I don't know the specifics, but I guess it's something like a limb spasm. I've had leg cramps before, and they were very painful.
I wonder if Qin felt something similar back then?
In short, I think it's best not to go to him now, lest he remember what happened—he probably wasn't fully awake when I left in the middle of the night, so he might really not remember.
Forget it, boys are such a hassle. I have to take care of his sensitive emotional changes (that's what the book says), so I won't go today.
—Thankfully, I'm a girl, so I don't have to worry about this. My biggest worry right now is that magic is too difficult to learn.
As I write this, I suddenly realize that today is already my second day back home, and I haven't even opened the magic book yet, but I have indeed been quite busy.
This morning, I went to wake Qin up to sweep the snow.
Then I worked on it for the whole morning.
It was tiring, but also very fulfilling.
We also built a snowman.
The snowman looks a bit like a dog and a bit like a cat. Whatever it looks like, I think it's quite cute. And no one says it has to look like a human, right?
Qin asked me to write an essay of no less than 800 words to record the experience of shoveling snow and building a snowman.
Hmph, I won't! I'll only write 80 words!
I didn't count the exact number of words, but that's all I wrote. Now I'll move on to the next thing.
The afternoon's events are also quite important because tomorrow is Christmas, and we need to buy lots and lots of things, including decorations and Christmas food.
When we arrived at the large supermarket in the neighborhood, it was packed with people and the Christmas atmosphere was very strong. Many children were even dressed up in red clothes and hats, just like Santa Claus. I'm all grown up now, so I wouldn't do such a thing, but I just felt that the children were very enthusiastic about the holiday.
To save time, we split into two groups. My parents went to find the larger items, while Qin Ze and I went to get the smaller ones.
I won't list what to buy here, but there was a lot to choose from. It was a very long list, and by the time I finished looking for everything on the list, more than an hour had passed.
That wasn't the end of it. Qin still remembered his promise to make meat soup noodles, so we went to find the seasonings he needed.
I'm not very good at cooking right now, so I don't recognize many of the things he bought. I only know that they are all kinds of spices, some of which I've seen my mother use before, but most of them are quite different from what my mother uses. They look more like some of the herbs I learned in Potions class.
I don't remember exactly what I bought, I only know that each one smelled different, but they were all equally strong.
I wonder if I'll figure out the recipe for these spices in the future? I hope I've secretly learned it already, because the broth made with these ingredients is really fragrant.
After returning home, we immediately began decorating the house.
It was during this break that Qin started cooking the pot of meat soup. He cooked it for a very long time, and the aroma grew stronger and stronger, filling the whole house and even reaching the street. Even Uncle Taylor, who was passing by my house, asked curiously what delicious food we were making.
Qin stepped forward to explain and warmly offered to send a bowl over for them to try the next day.
As I write this, I really want to eat it right now, but unfortunately Qin said he hasn't made the noodles yet and we can only eat them tomorrow.
I wish tomorrow would come quickly!
Wait a minute, I think I heard a noise at the window. I'll go check it out...
Yes, it's a paper crane.
It must have been enchanted by Qin; it flew down just now and started knocking on my window.
To ensure that my future self can remember this, I tucked the paper crane into this page.
If I don't want to open it in the future, then I'll write down the words inside the paper crane. The words written on the folded paper inside are:
Goodnight, my princess!
It's clearly Qin dynasty handwriting.
What should I do? I can fold paper cranes, but I don't know how to cast magic that makes them fly so skillfully. So how should I say goodnight to Qin?
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Never mind, I'm going up now, and I'll come down right after I say goodnight.
As long as I'm fast enough, Qin shouldn't remember anything.
Besides, I really don't have the magic to make the paper crane fly back, and it would be very impolite not to say goodnight, right?
Yes, it is like that!
(Simple line drawing: a little person running)
Sigh, I'm back, and Qin pinched my face again, really hard!
And what's more, I forgot to bite him! That's the most infuriating thing. I clearly wrote that I was going to be ruthless to him. I'm such a forgetful person.
I have to say, boys are indeed impulsive creatures. I just said goodnight to him and smiled a little, but he overreacted. He cupped my face and rubbed and pinched it, and finally left a goodnight kiss on my forehead—of course, a goodnight kiss is a very gentlemanly and normal courtesy.
My face is a little hot now, probably because I was pinched a bit too hard.
That's about all I have to say.
Overall, today was a very happy day.
P.S.: I hope that when I read this diary entry in the future, I will receive the same goodnight kiss as I did today.