HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 267 Oliver's Departure

Three days passed quickly, and Oliver had to go back to the Quidditch team.

The morning sunlight streamed gently into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

I sat on the edge of the bed, dressing methodically, each movement carrying the ease and tranquility of waking up in the morning.

Oliver beside him was still fast asleep, lying on the bed in a daze, his even breathing clearly audible in the quiet room.

As I looked at Oliver sleeping soundly, a smile involuntarily crept onto my face.

His unguarded sleeping face, with its childlike innocence, makes one feel an irresistible tenderness.

His hair was disheveled and scattered across his forehead, the blanket was draped casually over his body, and one hand was still sticking out, as if he was still clutching something important in his dream.

After I had tidied myself up, smoothed out the wrinkles in my clothes, and made sure that nothing was in disarray, I focused all my attention on waking Oliver.

I leaned closer to him and whispered, "Oliver, it's time to get up."

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the beautiful morning or breaking his sweet dream.

Oliver just grunted, turned over, turned his back to me, and continued to drift off into his dream.

I smiled helplessly, knowing that he was probably exhausted again last night, and this little call was not enough to wake him from his sleep.

So I raised my voice and said again, "Oliver, the sun's already high in the sky, wake up!"

At the same time, she gently nudged his shoulder.

This time, Oliver reacted somewhat; he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and drowsiness.

He glanced at me, then closed his eyes again, muttering, "Let me sleep a little longer..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of coquetry.

I smiled as I looked at the dazed Oliver, when suddenly a mischievous idea popped into my head. I slowly leaned down and licked the corner of his lips, intending to give him a kiss to wake him up.

Oliver's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he sensed my movement, but he was not fully awake.

His face, which usually exuded determination and liveliness, now had a rare gentleness in his dazed state.

He licked his lips slightly, as if silently tempting me to take further action.

I gently took his lower lip into my mouth and caressed it carefully, as if handling an incomparably precious treasure.

Oliver let out a low, indistinct murmur, like a dream, or perhaps a response to me.

His body shifted slightly, and one hand unconsciously rose up and gently rested on my waist, tightening almost imperceptibly.

This simple action made my heart race, and an indescribable joy and nervousness spread through my heart.

I deepened the kiss slightly, my tongue gently probing in to lightly touch his.

Oliver's breathing became rapid, and he finally woke up completely from his sleep.

His eyes snapped open, a flicker of confusion crossing them before they were filled with shock.

He looked at me, who was so close to him, and the love in his eyes surged like a tidal wave.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling my whole body toward him, and deepened the kiss.

Oliver was no longer in a daze; his kiss was passionate and full of love.

Our breaths mingled, and I could feel his powerful heartbeat, one beat after another, like a drumbeat, pounding against my heart.

I don't know how much time passed before we slowly separated, both of us slightly out of breath.

Oliver's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes filled with deep affection and longing. "I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, and you still dared to kiss me, Ayers?" He smiled slightly, a hint of teasing in his voice, which was a little hoarse from the recent intimate contact, yet incredibly sexy.

I laughed and said to him, "Same here, I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet either."

"Ew~" Oliver made an exaggerated expression of disgust.

"You'd better get up quickly, you might need to go back to your team today." I stood up, intending to go to the washroom to wash up.

"What? The three-day holiday is over so quickly?" Oliver was still enjoying himself and really didn't expect his vacation to end like this.

"After we finish lunch, I'll arrange a car to take you there." I stood at the sink brushing my teeth and washing my face.

I was washing my face and brushing my teeth at the sink when Oliver, dressed, walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his face against my back.

I'm still growing this year, and now I'm almost a head taller than Oliver.

Oliver stood behind me looking a little sullen; he seemed reluctant to leave and go back to the Quidditch team.

I looked at Oliver in the mirror, who was wrapped around my waist from behind, with a toothbrush in his mouth, and asked indistinctly, "What's wrong, baby? You look so gloomy?"

Oliver rubbed his face against my back, his tone full of frustration: "Look at you, you're almost a head taller than me. I look like a dwarf next to you."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. After rinsing my mouth, I said, "Your height isn't something I can control. Maybe you'll grow even taller tomorrow."

Oliver didn't cheer up because of what I said. He hugged me tighter and muttered, "I kind of don't want to leave you and go back to the Quidditch team."

Hearing his words, I paused, a pang of reluctance welling up inside me.

I put down my toiletries, turned around and gently cupped his face in my hands: "I'm also reluctant to see you go, but Quidditch is what you love, and the team needs you."

Oliver frowned and said with a pitiful look, "I know, but the thought of being away from you for so long makes me sad. And training is so busy, and you have to go back to Hogwarts to study, so we'll have even less time together."

I looked gently into his eyes and said, "Distance won't affect us. We can write letters and meet when we have the chance. You can give it your all on the pitch, and I'll be cheering you on at Hogwarts, waiting for you to come back victorious."

Oliver sighed softly, "That's true, but I still don't want to leave."

I smiled and tapped him on the nose: "If you don't leave, your teammates will be disappointed. Besides, you're the core of the team; we can't do without you. You've shown your skills on the court and won one victory after another. I'll be proud of you."

Oliver raised his chin slightly: "Of course, I will definitely lead the team to victory."

I straightened his collar and said, "But you need to be careful on the team, and don't overexert yourself in training. I'll be heartbroken if you get injured."

Oliver pulled me into his arms and whispered, "I'll take good care of myself, and you take care of yourself too. Think of me every day."

Time slipped away quietly as we whispered to each other, and eventually it was time to part ways.

When I took Oliver back to the Pudmeer United training ground, as we let go of each other's hands, he walked toward the door, turning back to look at me every few steps.

I stood there and waved to him: "Go quickly and come back soon. I'll be waiting for you to return with the trophy." Oliver gave me a bright smile, then turned and left.

Watching his departing figure, I felt a little disappointed, but I knew that we were both doing it for each other. I am not someone who selfishly binds one of them for my own sake.

This temporary separation will only make us cherish each other more when we meet again.

And Oliver will surely shine on the Quidditch pitch.