[HP] Born to be a pair

The bedroom on the first floor was sealed up, probably the bedroom where Frank and Alice once lived; the bedrooms on the second floor were Neville, Mrs. Longbottom, and two empty guest rooms.

Renee was placed in the guest room near Mrs. Longbottom, where the paneling was a lively pale orange, and the wall near the double bed was covered in ochre-and-cherry floral wallpaper.There were also large wardrobes and chests of drawers, all of wood with half-worn scratches.

Mrs. Longbottom brought out new calico sheets and quilts, which Neville's parents had bought when they got married, and wanted to change them.

She reached out to help with the bedsheets, but Mrs. Longbottom took care of everything with just two swipes of her wand. Neville also put the suitcase in the wardrobe for her, presumably to wait until she got back to her room at night.

"Go, Neville!" said Mrs. Longbottom with a smile, "Take Renee downstairs and share your birthday present."

Neville agreed, and wanted to drag Renee downstairs, but she broke free gently.

"You go downstairs first," Renee said, "I'll stay here to pack my luggage first, and I'll be back in a few minutes."

He glanced at grandma standing aside, then at Renee, and finally went downstairs alone without being so excited.

Only Renee and Mrs. Longbottom were left in the small room. The latter wore her hair neatly in a bun, put her hands together in front of her body, and looked at the girl with gentle eyes on her majestic face.

"I assume you have questions for me," said Mrs. Longbottom.

"Yes, grandma," Renee said slowly, after a moment's hesitation, "I'm very grateful that you took me in, but—for fear of your jokes, I can't find a Sickle all over my body to pay my living expenses."

The hale and hearty old witch showed a look of surprise, and said loudly: "In this family, I don't allow anyone to laugh at you."

Then, she paused for a while, and said calmly: "I will not charge you a penny, if you insist on taking money in exchange for room and board, I have no choice but to say to you: You are not welcome here, please go back." Bar!"

Renee was reprimanded by her, but she seemed much more relaxed than before, and her slightly drooping head was raised high.

Knowing that Mrs. Longbottom was a noble character, she said that she didn't want to take money, so she naturally thought so in her heart.

It's just that she still couldn't calmly accept this kindness beyond conception, because the Longbottom family was not a wealthy family, so she secretly made up her mind to do her best to repay them during the time she stayed.

"I see, grandma," she said with a shy smile on her face, "then, I have one last thing to ask you."

After a dozen 'minutes', Neville unwrapped all his birthday presents, piled the wrapping paper in a mess under the sofa, and stared absently in the direction of the stairs.

In his hand is an old watch given by his grandma, with a gold dial, a silver strap, and a drop-shaped silver needle in the middle.Presumably my father also received it when he came of age - the wizarding tradition is to receive a watch on the day of the bar mitzvah.

He counted the frequency of the second hand, as if the silver needle cut the time, making every minute and every second of fragmentation very long.

There were footsteps coming from the stairs, Neville quickly raised his head and saw Granny walking under the square arch.

"Oh, it's you!" He spread his hand, revealing the extremely loud watch. "I like it very much! I will definitely wear it every day."

"I'm glad you like it!" said Mrs Longbottom. "Neville, that girl has gone into the kitchen to make you a birthday cake."

"Wh, what?" Neville stammered, "But shouldn't this be a secret, a surprise?"

"...Oh." Her expression suddenly became unnatural, and soon regained her seriousness, "I don't think this can be counted as a secret, if she treats you well, you must know it, and you can't let her down Kindness!"

Then, Neville, who learned of Renee's kindness, had to be driven by his grandma to help in the kitchen and help her make a birthday cake for herself.

And when he got to the kitchen, he was really taken aback.

The soot-smeared stove seemed to have been pried away overnight, and a clean and clean fireplace was rebuilt in place; the used dishes, full of grease and gravy, were also cleaned, in order Stacked in wooden cabinets.

The star shining towards him was facing the door with its back, rolled up the long sleeves of the sweater, showing its slender arms, carrying a bag of forearm-length pockets to pour flour into the bowl.

"What!" Neville couldn't help but exclaimed, "You cleaned the whole kitchen!"

The sudden sound startled Renee, who was concentrating on it, and the well-behaved flour suddenly spilled out of the bowl, leaking across the table.

She quickly sealed the opening of the flour sack tightly, placed it firmly on the ground, and pointed at the tabletop covered with flour and water stains with her magic wand and shouted, "Sweep away with the whirlwind!"

Seeing that the table was tidy again, Neville apologized to her nervously, while Renee breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at him.

"Why did you come to the kitchen suddenly?" She couldn't help but complain a little, "I'm still making your birthday cake—this is your birthday present."

"I just wanted to see you," Neville explained hastily, "but you don't have to clean the kitchen too, that's not what you're supposed to do."

"It doesn't take much time and energy," Renee rubbed her fingers unnaturally, "I borrowed my grandma's "Practical Household Magic" and "Conjure a Feast!". I was afraid that I wouldn't know how to use wizard's kitchen utensils , but I saw many interesting spells in it, so I simply used them all."

"You just—just read the incantation and the introduction, and you learned it?"

"Not bad," she said proudly. "I haven't read these books before, and this is really the first time I've read them."

"It's amazing!" Neville murmured in admiration, and then drew out his wand, "Can you teach me, please? It just so happens that my traces disappeared today—but, the progress of my studies is inevitable. Not like you."

Renee hesitates, considering that it's not really proper etiquette for the birthday hero to participate in making the birthday cake as a present.

But Neville went on to say: "Being able to make the cake with you, the joyful process is the essence of the gift."

He picked up the sack of flour on the ground, but Renee didn't stop him, and put the big bowl back on the table, so that he could pour flour into the bowl.

A pair of deep green eyes looked at Neville through the cataract of flour, a look that anyone who had ever been in love could recognize, full of bright meanings.

Add eggs, add milk, stir under the command of the wand, put it on a plate, and then send it to the oven. Renee held his wrist to correct his movements a little bit, and Neville took this opportunity to peek at her side face.

"Oh." Aunt and Aunt Aini, who were crowded on the outermost side, covered half of their faces and laughed, "It's really lucky to be here a few hours earlier, so that we can see such a happy scene."

"That's not it!" said Uncle Algie, elbowing his sister who was standing upright in the front. "How long have you been standing here? Don't worry, I don't think this girl will disappoint Neville. "

"It's not her that I'm worried about." Mrs. Longbottom muttered, but didn't go on. No matter how much Alger and Ani asked, they kept silent.

Renee saw all the relatives who cared and cared for Neville at the dinner table, and they treated her with the same kindness and kindness, and praised her from sandals to hair in the most reserved and enthusiastic way.

The birthday party came to a successful conclusion with the big cake made by Renee and Neville, almost the size of two adults hugging their arms, pure white and decorated with many fresh cut fruits, which looked very attractive.

After the banquet, Mrs. Longbottom took Neville to visit Frank and Alice Longbottom in St. Mungo as usual. She asked Renee to rest at home or pack her suitcases and never clean the house again.

But Renee stood up quietly and said to them: "If it's convenient, please take me with you-I also want to meet this pair of heroes who are not afraid of the dark."

Neville's lips murmured as he wanted to say something, but his grandmother immediately agreed to the request with relief.

"Of course! My dear, I think Frank and Alice would be very happy to see you too."

In this dangerous period, it seems that only in St. Mungo's can we see so many people. Although they are ill and have no choice, they seem to have tacitly accepted that Death Eaters will not attack the treatment center, and accept the treatment from the therapist with peace of mind. take care of.

They passed the hall, which was usually full, and went straight to the stairs.Renee passed two wizards who were talking, one of them with a face covered in mud and blood, bragging to the other.

"Yes, I actually saw it! I also picked up a lot of things."

"You are really bold!" Another person exclaimed, and there was still a kind of inexplicable jealousy, "Could it be that you are not afraid of those black wizards retaliating against you?"

"They are all corpses, so what if they turned into ghosts?" the wizard said triumphantly, "There are other living dark wizards flying around in the sky!"

"Who exactly are they hunting in the sky?"

"I didn't know that. I tried to find a few words in the paper next morning, but I didn't find a word of it."

"Can you make sure that there are only Death Eaters among those corpses?" asked a witch sitting behind the two of them, with a long elephant trunk on her face, puffing and puffing into the front row.

Startled, the bloodstained wizard pushed her trunk away nervously, before saying angrily, "That's right! I've checked their arms—I don't take decent people away. money."

Their conversation melted away behind the gradually closing carved metal door of the lift. Renee couldn't help raising her head to look at Mrs. Longbottom. Her expression was solemn and solemn, and her hand holding the purse tightened again.

They spent a good afternoon with Neville's parents. Although Renee was a stranger to Frank and Alice Longbottom, her sincerity and kindness gave them a basic liking for her.

Neville had brought two slices of cake, which he and Renee had made by hand, and the bewildered patient ate them without any manners, not even a silver spoon or fork.

The white cream got everywhere, around the lips, on the tip of the nose, in the hair, and even on the patient gown and bedding.

Neville hurried forward and wiped the cream for them in a hurry, his eyes were foggy, and he was embarrassed to look up at Renee.

And just when Mrs. Longbottom was about to step forward to help, Renee also took the handkerchief from the small side table, supported Alice Longbottom who was trying to feed the cake in her palm to Neville, and gently wiped it away. Cream between her brows.

Frank Longbottom didn't struggle any more. He and the other two who were sober looked at Renee. This extremely patient girl was cleaning up Alice little by little, restraining her movements skillfully and gently. Alice gradually calmed down.

When they left, the windows of the roof opposite St. Mungo's were still gleaming with the afterglow of the setting sun, but the sky above the ridge was already covered with golden haze.

As soon as Mrs. Longbottom opened the door, a sturdy owl flew towards Renee. It threw a package of things wrapped in flannel into her arms, circled around the door for a moment, and then left.

"What is this?" Renee was a little confused, and after she opened the package, she revealed a gold watch inside. This gold watch looked a little strange, with twelve hands but no numbers, and some small The stars are moving along the edge of the dial.

There was also a note under the gold watch, she took out this piece of paper and read it carefully.

"Dear Miss Renee Hawke, this gold watch is from Albus Dumbledore's list of bequests, and it will be entirely yours according to the following will.

"Give the gold watch I received at the 17th birthday to Miss Renee Hawke, and hope that every time she checks the time, she will remember the past of our mutual respect and trust." "

Renee took a breath and turned the gold watch over. On the back dial of the gold watch, it was clearly engraved in cursive letters: trust.

The author has something to say:

A glimpse into a part of married life, both of them are the type who are willing to compete for housework hahahahahahaha