[HP] Sheep with soy sauce

My sweetest Rae:

Although I can't understand your liking for the Weasley twins' weird candy, I think it's the same as you can't understand my love of Quidditch, so I still bring you a few candies they newly researched.But I sincerely hope that the licorice stick that Superman brought didn't make you get cured by your mother, otherwise she would be very angry, wouldn't she.The twins have promised to write to you, and I guess they're going to get lost in History of Magic class again (even though they've never heard of it), and they're encouraged by your liking.When I write you back, I can even hear them next door clamoring for something scarier - oh, of course, I don't blame you, really not.

By the way, the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match is next week...@#…&)*@#%…&*

"Wait, baby, what's the language of those toots? Runes?" Mrs. Wood, who was directing two pots with her wand in the kitchen, burst out laughing, and a piece of uncooked potato jumped out of one of the pots. .

Rey puffed his cheeks and quickly scanned through the rest of the words, and replied unhappily: "What else is it, two-inch Quidditch nonsense."

"Oliver has been trying to raise you into a little witch who loves Quidditch, but he has never succeeded in several years." With a bang, Mr. Wood appeared in the hall, and Rui immediately dropped the letter paper and ran over to the tall Wood. A hug from the husband: "Oh, Dad, I thought you were going to extend your business trip again."

Mr. Wood took off his cloak and took off his gloves: "It was planned like this, but things went well. Amos is very happy. He thought it would be late for his wife's birthday."

"So will you stay at home for a long time this time?" Petite Rey tried to look up at her father, "I learned a new spell and I want to show it to you."

Mr. Wood hugged Rui suddenly: "Oh, of course! Rui, you seem to be heavy."

"Put me down, Dad!" Rui blushed in embarrassment. "I'm ten years old!"

"Actually, there are still six months and 23 days." Mrs. Wood took the bread out of the oven, half turned around and smiled at Rey who was being lifted up by Mr. Wood, "You never grow taller."

"No! I've grown! I've grown an inch!" Rae screamed, but with a gleeful smile on her face.Mrs. Wood laughed and used the Levitation Charm to bring her to the seat smoothly at the moment Rui broke free from her father's arm: "Yes, it's another inch, but you are still a little over four feet, aren't you? That's still a child ’” She deliberately re-pronounced the word “a little more,” eliciting a laugh from Mr. Wood.

Rey picked up Oliver's letter again, and sighed pretentiously: "That's right, when I walk behind Oliver, no one will ever think that I'm only three years younger than him."

"That's a lot." Wood also sat down and took the letter. "Hmm... the match against Hufflepuff? If I remember correctly, Amos' son belongs to Hufflepuff. He's only in the second grade, and I'm afraid he won't be able to join the Quidditch team yet."

"Who is Amos?" Rey asked as he took a small lamb chop from the plate and cut it with a knife. "You keep mentioning him lately."

"He is your father's new work partner." Mrs. Wood thoughtfully handed Mr. Wood a cup of black tea, and pushed the neatly cut lamb chops in front of him, and squeezed the tomato sauce with her own hands, "Investigate those who should... ...well, amazing troll."

"Oh, no, amazing?" Rey felt disgusted, "Mom, I can't eat mashed potatoes."

Dinner ended in a relaxed atmosphere.With her mom's permission, Rae took her wand—an eleven-inch, hollywood unicorn tail that seemed like a "cane" to little Rae—back into her room to practice household magic, like cleaning. new.This magic wand was really a bit reluctant for her, and she was already feeling tired after practicing for less than half an hour.

There was the sound of wings flapping against the glass at the window, and Ray hurried over to open the window, and Superman flew in with a mouse in his mouth.

"You came back to eat rats again." Rey couldn't stop Superman from pecking the rats to bloody flesh in his cage, so he had to use a stumbling cleaner to clean up the rat remains. "How on earth did you get into such a bad habit, Superman? I think Oliver must have abused you when Aunt Trieste and I were away on vacation."

Superman raised his left paw, expressing his friendliness in his usual gesture.

"Okay, okay, you always show your innocence like this." Rey took out a small transparent glass jar from the desk drawer, which contained several colorful-looking candies that were not wrapped in sugar wrappers. "Which flavor should I eat today..."

Clap clap clap clap.

There was another slapping sound from the window that had just been closed, and Superman vigilantly grabbed the half-eaten mouse with his claws, and stared at the owl that kept hitting outside the window with a pair of bright eyes.Ray opened the window to let it in, and the tired, obviously overworked owl slumped limply on the desk before being gently unwrapped from its talons.It leaned over to Superman's cage, drank a few sips of water tremblingly, and then left after accepting a small piece of bread from Ree.

Rui Yi excitedly opened the package, and when he looked at the sugar bowl that was the same as his own glass jar, he couldn't hide his excited "ha", wondering if the Weasley twins had sent a letter.Immediately, the letter in the package attracted her attention firmly, and the twins wrote her a 10-inch long letter in almost the same font and in a relaxed chatting tone.The letter mentioned many interesting things about Hogwarts, such as Percy's hair with a setting spell, Lee Jordan's record of entering the medical wing six times in the first four months of school, the thrilling night tour of the twins, and Own brother Oliver's periodic bouts of mania.Rui read the letter almost without stopping, and then rolled happily on the bed.

"My baby, what are you doing?" Mrs. Wood couldn't help but open the door when she heard strange cheers and laughter from upstairs, but saw her daughter lying on the bed, holding a piece of parchment in her hand and giggling.

"Mom, do you remember those licorice sticks that make people's ears smoke?"

"Oh, of course." Mrs. Wood sat next to Rui, raised her eyebrows playfully, "It made my husband smell like a fire dragon, so I had to go to my daughter's room to sleep. So , Oliver gave you new funny candies again?"

"Better than that." Rae held up the sugar bowl in her hand and said happily to Mrs. Wood: "Look, Mom, I just got a letter from the twins who make those licorice bars, and they sent me a box New candy. Want to try it together?"

Mrs. Wood took the parchment in Rui Yi's hand and looked at it: "It's like Bibi's multi-flavored beans... You never know if the next one may turn you into a troll... Well, my baby, you want to Want a troll mom... oh my god!"

Rui had already eaten a toffee while Mrs. Wood was reading the letter. The moment Mrs. Wood raised her head, there was a pop on the top of Rui's head, and a huge sunflower disc fell on Rui's head. on the head.Golden petals replaced Rae's soft light brown bangs, covering her eyes.

"It's really a rare growth technique." Mrs. Wood laughed, and was suddenly stuffed with a fruit jelly by her daughter.Before Rui's flower disc disappeared, Mrs. Wood's head had grown a pair of antlers, and there was a wreath hanging on the horns. She couldn't help but want to nibble on the petals on Rui's head, because that is what she is now. It looks like a plate of food.

"It's really a good invention!" The mother and daughter had unknowingly eaten seven or eight pieces of fruit jelly and homemade toffee, so that Mrs. Wood felt that it was necessary for Rui to drink a small cup of anti-cavity potion — even after brushing your teeth.Even so, Mrs. Wood was still full of praise for the effects of these candies, saying that a first-grade child could actually make such funny candies, even if they were only modified on the basis of their predecessors, they were still very talented wizards. "It's hard for me to imagine them being reprimanded by Professor Flitwick. You know, at least two of the candies cast spells beyond the level of a first-year child." Mrs. Wood said with a smile. "The children of the Weasley family have always had good abilities, and these two children are no exception."

"Mom, can I send them my comic book?" Rey blinked those bright eyes. "They asked me why Superman was called Superman when they wrote, so I want to lend them a look."

"Why not? It's yours." Mrs. Wood rubbed Rey's soft hair, "But it's a gift from Trieste for your eighth birthday, are you willing?"

Rui muttered for a while: "Well... I just borrowed... There will still be a chance to get it back."

"Hahaha, my lovely cheapskate." Mrs. Wood gave Ray a loud kiss, and then waved her wand to conjure a small glass of yellow potion, "Come on honey, drink this, I've already Do your best to keep it from smelling like toad."

"Oh, my God!" Rey pinched his nose and drank the potion in one gulp, then ran out of the bedroom, ran to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water, kissed Mr. Wood goodnight, and then kissed Mr. Mom said goodnight.

Mr. Wood watched his dear daughter go back to the room, straightened his crooked pink nightcap, put his arms around his smiling wife and asked, "Triste invited us to her house for dinner this weekend, are you free?"

"On the weekend?" Mrs. Wood calculated in her mind, "Yes. How about you?"

"As long as those nervous high-ranking officials don't send us to investigate some vixen riots that actually turn out to be Chimeras (note ①)..."

"Chimera?! You clearly told me it was..." Mrs. Wood exclaimed, and Mr. Wood quickly patted her hand: "Don't worry my dear, it's not our group that encountered a Chimera."

"John, you promised me that I would not let me see you again in St. Mungo's." Mrs. Wood took a long breath, "I really will..."

"Yes, I promised you, Joyce." Mr. Wood pressed a kiss on his wife's forehead, "Of course I will, don't worry."

"I really shouldn't worry about a guy who can take down trolls with his bare hands." Mrs. Wood glanced at her husband, "Christmas is coming, and I want to take Triste over for a few days."

"You decide." Mr. Wood nodded, "as long as she doesn't mind these specimens in our family."

"Of course she would mind!" Mrs. Wood couldn't help raising her voice, "I'll hide them—completely—including the acromantula's eyeballs..."

"Joyce! That's my favorite collection!"