HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

"It seems that Mom is still lacking some originality." Andre commented.

Mrs. Priest said: "That's nothing, after all, my mother told me the same thing."

"Oh! This is a family tradition." Xia nodded seriously, "I need to develop it."

"Come on, Xia. You can't even get up by yourself, and you expect to wake others up." Ander curled his lips and pointed out the crux of the problem.

They walked downstairs. Anna propped up the table with one hand, tapping the tabletop with her fingers. "I heard everything."

Ander laughed twice and immediately came to Anna and pretended to be a good boy. Seeing her son trying to please her, Anna laughed and stopped Ander from rubbing her back and shoulders: "Okay, okay, the unoriginal mother wants her children to sit down and eat soon."

"Mom!" Ender shouted loudly after being teased again, but his voice was drowned out by the laughter of the crowd.

At the table, James once again introduced his package to everyone - yes, he had been holding it in his hand - with great ceremony.

The elders smiled meaningfully as they watched him excitedly explain one of his most precious packages.

Mr. Priest put down his knife and fork. He glanced at Lawrence quietly and said calmly, "Oh, seeing James's expression reminds me of what happened between Joshua[1] and me before."

"Yes, that's right." Mrs. Priest also stopped eating and agreed, "I know, it was said when we were looking for the snowman. I still remember it now."

No one had the appetite to eat anymore. They focused on what the Priests were about to say. Mr. Priest observed Lawrence's expression again without making a sound. Seeing that he was curious, he continued, "It must have been more than 20 years. I think it's not easy for him to remember it for so long."

Mr. Priest was in no hurry. He whetted everyone's appetite but didn't get to the point. Ender swallowed the food in his mouth hastily, but because he moved too quickly, his poor throat hadn't reacted yet, causing everyone to look at him with concern as he patted his chest desperately, his whole face flushed.

"Have some soup quickly." Xia, who was closest to him, pushed a bowl of soup to Ander. She didn't want to have a brother who died young because he choked to death because of eating too fast.

"Thank you..." Ander felt much better, but he still couldn't help coughing. Even so, he still managed to say, "Ahem, grandpa, what on earth was it, what did grandpa, ahem, say?"

Mrs. Priest couldn't bear it any longer. She poked her husband's arm gently and said, "Don't keep us in suspense. Look at what Ender has become. Poor child."

Mr. Priest straightened his face and said seriously, "Children, what I am going to talk about is related to your father. Of course, every word I say is true, because this is what your father's father, your grandfather, told me."

Seeing her husband still talking nonsense, Mrs. Priest glared at him in a reproachful manner. Lawrence, who was already making a gossipy face, widened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect that this matter had anything to do with him. His intuition told him that this was not a good thing.

Anna couldn't help but look pleased with herself. She had already thought of how to tease Lawrence.

"That was also a summer vacation, and your parents were a little older than you at that time." Mr. Priest said slowly.

Lawrence realized what was said next, and his face gradually heated up. He had to pull one hand out to cover his face, and with the other hand he begged Mr. Priest for mercy: "Oh, please."

Mr. Priest raised his eyebrows. "It seems that our protagonist is embarrassed. Well, I think I can't go on. Perhaps you can wait until the day he brings it up on his own initiative."

Who could have thought that Mr. Priest would really stop there? The curiosity of the three children was smashed to the ground, and they all let out a sigh full of regret at the same time.