HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 299 Theodore After Regaining His Clarity

[Gold: Ding—You have had physical intimacy with your target, Theodore Nott. Rewards: 300 Bond Points, 30 Affection Points, 500 Experience Points, and a rare potion shop.]

[Gold: Ding—Activated new nickname for Theodore Nott, the target of the romance novel.]

Theodore's eyelashes trembled the next day.

He curled up and burrowed deeper into the blankets, the scattered red marks on the back of his neck standing out starkly against his pale skin, like a few rose petals fallen in the snow.

I reached out and tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. The moment my fingertips touched his skin, he suddenly opened his eyes, his deep blue eyes still misty.

"You..." His voice was terribly hoarse, his gaze sweeping over their intertwined limbs, and the tips of his ears instantly turned red.

The moment the blanket slipped off, he hurriedly grabbed the fabric to cover his chest, making a rather large movement.

I smiled and held his trembling hand, then leaned down to kiss away the sleepiness at the corner of his eyes: "Regret it?"

Theodore turned his face away, swallowing as his Adam's apple bobbed, and the bite mark on his neck turned a faint pink with the movement.

He suddenly rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, a muffled voice coming out: "Didn't you say last night...we were just going to chat?"

"You were the one who was dishonest first." I reached out and poked his burning earlobe, but he bit my hand on the back of my hand.

He didn't use his teeth, but his warm breath tickled through my skin, making my heart tremble.

In the dim light, the winding scratches on my back were faintly visible against my honey-colored skin, like some kind of secret totem that belonged only to us.

The rocking clock on the bedside table suddenly rang, and Theodore sat bolt upright, pulling the blanket over his waist where he had pulled at the bruise, and gasped.

I reached out and supported his swaying shoulders, touching the smooth skin of his waist, which earned me a sharp glare filled with barely concealed anger.

"I'm going to be late for the first class..." He frantically searched for his scattered shirt, the buttons on the collar missing, revealing a large expanse of his collarbone.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested my chin on his shoulder: "It's a holiday today."

Theodore paused, his ear tips turning bright red.

He suddenly turned around, his fingertips tracing the teeth marks on my chest, his voice as soft as a feather: "...Don't tell anyone about what happened last night."

"Are you shy?" I laughed and bit his fingertip, but he pulled me down by the neck and kissed me with the scent of cedar.

The light spilled over his reddened eyes, melting all the unspoken feelings into this awkward good morning kiss.

After the kiss, he quickly let go, his ears turning bright red as if they were about to bleed. He frantically pushed me away and began rummaging through the mess of clothes on the floor for his shirt.

I leaned against the headboard with great interest, watching him frantically trying to make a move. The soft light shone on his beautifully sculpted back, and the marks left from last night glowed with an ambiguous red on his skin.

"Stop looking." He noticed my gaze and said in a muffled voice without turning his head, his voice slightly hoarse.

He finally found a shirt to put on, only to discover that a few buttons were missing and the collar was wide open, revealing his delicate collarbone and a glimpse of his chest. He frowned in annoyance and hastily pulled on a robe that was lying nearby.

I smiled and got up, took a clean shirt out of the closet and handed it to him, "Wear mine."

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it. As he turned to button it, I took the opportunity to hug him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You weren’t like this last night.” I whispered in his ear, feeling his body tense up instantly.

“Ayers!” He nudged me lightly with his arm, but didn’t really use force.

After getting dressed, he turned to look at me, a hint of awkwardness in his gray eyes, "...I'm going back."

"So eager?" I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to have breakfast? I just had the house-elf prepare blueberry toast and pumpkin juice."

He visibly wavered, his Adam's apple bobbing. "No need..."

Before I could finish speaking, my stomach growled at an inopportune moment, making me burst out laughing.

He glared at me angrily, turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist.

“Let’s have breakfast together,” I said firmly, pulling him toward the table.

Although he was still muttering complaints under his breath, his feet followed me faithfully.

I lit the oil lamp on the table with my wand, and the light illuminated his slightly flushed cheeks. I suddenly felt that this ordinary yet warm morning was more beautiful than any magic.

The aroma of blueberry toast still lingered on his teeth as Theodore's hand, holding the pumpkin juice, froze in mid-air.

He squinted, his gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged parchment scrolls and ancient books with gold-embossed covers on the bookshelf, his deep blue eyes suddenly shining with astonishing brightness.

His fingertips unconsciously traced the rim of the glass. Suddenly, he put the glass down, walked barefoot across the Persian carpet, and the scent of cedar mixed with the lingering smell of alcohol from the previous night wafted towards him.

"The first edition of 'The Essentials of Defense Against the Dark Magic in the Middle Ages'?" His voice trembled, his well-defined fingers hovering above an ancient book with a leather cover, as if touching a fragile glass vessel.

I leaned against the bookshelf, watching the beautiful curve of his taut back. The light cast his shadow on the wallpaper covered with runes, which swayed gently with his breath.

As he pulled out a copy of "The Magic Potions Paradox and Empirical Evidence," its edges tinged with verdigris, his sleeve slipped down, revealing a winding red mark on his wrist.

He was completely unaware, his eyelashes trembling as he turned the pages, when he suddenly chuckled softly: "You actually tucked your experimental notes on mixing bloodroot and fly agaric into the poetry collection?"

His voice trembled almost imperceptibly at the end, and I then noticed that the tips of his ears were flushed with a familiar blush through his loose hair.

As I approached, he hurriedly stuffed the book back into its place, but knocked over the crystal bottle next to him.

The jingling of glass beads against the bookshelf startled the fluorescent butterflies sleeping between the pages.

Theodore rushed to help, but I grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the wooden bookshelf, where the scents of cedar and blue roses instantly intertwined.

"You have to pay the price for peeping into other people's secrets." I whispered against his burning earlobe, feeling the warmth of his Adam's apple brushing against my palm as he swallowed.

He turned his face away, the lingering hickeys on his neck flickering in the light and shadow, but he reached out and hooked his arm around the back of my neck, pressing a kiss, still carrying the scent of book pages, onto the corner of my lips: "So... how do you want to punish me?"

The mist swirling in his eyes carried a hint of provocation, and his tongue inadvertently brushed against the corner of my lips, the scent of cedar mixed with blue rose growing stronger.

I tightened my grip on his waist slightly, and bit down on that faint smile as he trembled.

Theodore let out a muffled groan, and as his legs went weak, I pulled him into my arms, his lower back slamming against the carved bookshelf, causing "An Explanation of Ancient Runes" to crash to the ground.

Parchment letters fluttered like snowflakes, among which dried night-queen petals brushed against his flushed cheeks.

He reached out and grabbed my disheveled tie, and as I deepened the kiss, he suddenly rolled over and pinned me against the recessed area of ​​the bookshelf.

A sliver of light shone through his hair, illuminating his lips, which bore the marks of a kiss, and an unknown wildfire burned in his deep blue eyes: "It's time for me to punish you."

He ripped open my loose collar, his canine teeth grinding against the protruding knuckles of my collarbone, his cedar-scented breath spraying onto my sensitive areas.

Just as I was about to take the initiative, he pressed his wand against my chest, a faint golden incantation swirling around his fingertips: "Don't move."

Theodore leaned down and bit my earlobe, his voice mingling with the buzzing of incantations: "How many forbidden books about the potion paradox have you hidden away... huh?"

The bookshelf creaked under the weight behind him, and his kisses traveled down his neck, stopping at the teeth marks left from the previous night and gently sucking.

A low, hoarse chuckle escaped my throat, and the vibration in my chest caused the wand pressed against my chest to tremble slightly.

Theodore suddenly grabbed my wrist and pressed it against the bookshelf. The light flowed along his raised jawline, turning the shadows under his eyelashes a pale green.

His wand slid down my collarbone toward my heart, the faint glow of the incantation dancing on my skin, tickling me until my bones felt weak.

"Not going to answer?" He mumbled, biting my Adam's apple, his breath hot against my skin. "Then I'll find the answer myself."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly released his wand and tore off the remaining buttons on my shirt with both hands.

The pages of the book rustled behind me, and some ancient book's hidden memory charm was knocked down, exploding into a shower of silver light in the air.

I took the opportunity to roll over and pin him between the bookshelf and myself, but he hooked his neck and kissed me again.

His tongue swept across my lips and teeth, while his fingertips restlessly probed inside my clothes.

"Theodore..." I groaned as I tore open his disheveled clothes; the bite marks on his collarbone were still tinged with blue and purple.