The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Breakfast time, Granger's house.

Wendell walked up the stairs with a freshly baked egg tart in his hand and came to stand in front of his daughter's bedroom door. Feeling that the temperature of the egg tart had dropped, he put it to his mouth and took a bite. He was immediately scorched by the hot inside. gas.

After blowing for a long time before swallowing the egg tart, Wendell smacked his lips in fear and knocked on his daughter's bedroom door: "Hermione, it's time to get up and have breakfast... I know that today is your first day off, but you can't sleep in until It’s so late——”

Before he could finish his warm words to wake his daughter up, the door opened with a click.

The well-behaved daughter had already changed her clothes and was standing in front of the door. Except for her hair being a little disheveled and her face still flushed from sleep, she looked like she had been up for a long time.

Wendell blinked: "So you're already up. Go brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast. Mom baked the remaining egg tarts from yesterday."

"I, I've already brushed my teeth..." Hermione replied a little shyly.

"I brushed my teeth... I woke up really early..." Wendell muttered in a low voice, "Then come down and have breakfast."

Wendell turned around and walked down the stairs, took another bite of the egg tart, and grinned when he was burned again.

Hermione followed obediently behind him.

Granger's breakfast is produced by Mrs. Granger, a doctor. It features a rich variety of milk, fried eggs, bacon, egg tarts, wheat bread, fruits and vegetables, and is nutritionally balanced in terms of protein, fat, carbohydrates and vitamins.

The food diluted the smell of toothpaste in her mouth, and Hermione slowly came out of her trance, sipping the milk with an expressionless expression, secretly ashamed.

Loren is right, he must not have enough sleep, otherwise how could he do such a stupid thing.

Monica put the last half of the piece of bread into her mouth, chewed it in small bites, wiped her mouth with a tissue after swallowing, and talked about her plans for today: "Hermione, our clinic will be closed for a few days. When we are done with our work, we will take you out to play. Can you ask Loren to play with you for a few days first?"

"Yeah, I understand, Mom..." Hermione nodded. Her breakfast had come to an end, and she picked up the cup and prepared to drink the remaining half cup of milk.

Wendell was eating the egg tart slowly and leisurely, and suddenly remembered something and asked: "We bought a new batch of toothpaste, fruit-flavored. Do you want to bring back a few tubes for you, Hermione, how about the orange flavor?"

"Ahem——"

Hermione suddenly choked on the milk and almost spit out the milk. She coughed twice violently: "No, no need...Dad..."

"Why is this kid acting so weird?"

Wendell and Monica glanced at her suspiciously.

…

The neighbor next door also finished breakfast at this time.

Loren waved the wand, and the oil stains and food residue on the dishes, cutlery, and cups were automatically separated and slowly flew into the trash can. After the stains were almost gone, the tableware lined up and jumped into the pool, squeaking and scrubbing each other. , then jumped out and lined up in a neat queue in the cupboard.

The whole process takes less than a minute, and the kitchen is organized like this.

Bates stood at the door of the kitchen and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. He couldn't help but lamented: "The housework done with magic is incomplete. These tableware do not carry the love of the family."

Loren put away the wand, a little speechless: "The dishwasher can carry your love, as long as you are willing to wait for an hour, or you want to wash it by hand..."

Bates was convinced and simply kept his mouth shut.

He felt that he had become lazy since moving to the city, and he could not remember to use the kitchen once a month when Loren was not home.

It was all because Wendell always took him to go fishing, so Monica had to let him eat.

After breakfast and a short rest, Bates took Loren to the back garden to weed, prune branches, water and fertilize.

The once barren back garden has completely changed its appearance, with smooth grass, blooming flowers, and canopy-like branches. At the beginning, Bates just wanted to plant for fun to pass the time. Thanks to the abundant free time, he planted more and more, and the better he planted. Until now, the size of this back garden has exceeded that of Granger's house next door. .

In the summer of June, the sun is just right, and the warmth shines through the leaves on the body, making people feel so comfortable that they want to close their eyes and lie down.

After finishing these things, half a day passed like this.

When it was time to prepare lunch, there was another knock on the door outside the house.

Boom, boom, boom.

When she opened the door, she met Hermione's watery eyes. Her hair was casually tied into a fluffy ponytail. Her breakfast pajamas had been changed to a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and her jeans were just above her knees.

Hermione stood there lively, holding some of Monica's leftover ingredients from last night in her hand, her tone still sounded a little awkward: "Mom and dad haven't started their vacation yet, so I brought these over to make lunch... "

Loren didn't speak, only looked at her lips and teeth teasingly, his gaze was like an acrosantula, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Hermione subconsciously wanted to lower her head to avoid it, but after thinking about it, it was just toothpaste foam. She had kissed him anyway, so she rolled her eyes and raised her neck to look at him with a fierce gaze.

Loren tilted his head and blinked at her.

"It's Hermione..." Grandpa Bates's voice gradually came closer.

Hermione's fierce eyes suddenly disappeared, and her voice became soft and soft: "It's me. Mom asked me to bring the remaining ingredients. She and dad both went to work and won't be back at noon..."

"Then come have lunch with us!"

Bates took the ingredients and warmly welcomed her into the house.

When passing Loren, Hermione gave him a proud look and wrinkled her delicate nose.

Loren turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth——

Oh, it makes people laugh when they think about it.

The task of making lunch naturally fell to Loren. After finishing the meal, Hermione took the initiative to take over the task of washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen. With a wave of the wand, the tableware was cleaned neatly and orderly, and the water was shaken off and returned to their original places.

The two little wizards started a discussion, discussing what combination of spells would wash the fastest and cleanest thing.

Bates moved the deck chair to find a good spot in the backyard, lay down lazily and basked in the sun, listening to the children's murmuring discussions coming from the house, and his breathing gradually became even and long.

Today's little wizard, tsk...

…

The village of Ottery St. Catchpole is a little-known village, and its territory is not very large. However, the people here live a pretty good life. Even in the most depressed years, they have not heard of anyone who is in need of food. It’s time to eat.

But this does not mean that it is an ordinary village. The old people living here have several magical stories. Every summer vacation and Christmas, young people who move into the city always come back with their children and listen to the old people’s stories. They tell fascinating stories.

For example, someone once saw a car flying in the sky.

For example, there is a big house outside the village where people can hide. From time to time, there will be muffled sounds of explosions in the big house.

For example, there is a strange little animal that is often seen in some people's land. No one knows it, but the children don't know where they heard it. Those things are called goblins.

The weather in Ottery St. Catchpole has been wonderful in recent weeks, with the summer sun generously spreading its light and warmth.

In the quiet afternoon, in a secluded open space outside the village where no one saw it, a four-story building built crookedly made the sound of ghouls tapping on the wooden floor of the attic again.

"George! Fred! Go look in the attic and tell that guy to be quiet!"

A loud female voice echoed through the entire building. The housewife was obviously in a very unhappy mood. The reason was that her third son had graduated from school and was working. He left early and came home late all day long, and even did not come back for several days.

Molly Weasley gets angry every time she thinks about it, so the potatoes in the Weasley family's recent dinner dishes are always cut into very small pieces, as if someone is taking out their anger on innocent potatoes.

There was a sound of stomping up the stairs in the attic, and two minutes later, the ghoul finally became quiet.

Ron in the courtyard raised his head, squinted at the fourth floor window, lowered his head and continued to feed the little owl: "Ginny, bet on a chocolate frog picture, they tied the ghoul to the water pipe again. "

Ginny, who was sitting opposite, had a glint in her eyes and thought for a moment: "I don't want your picture, just lend me Zhu Weiqiong."

When the little owl heard his name, he scampered happily around the table and made a shrill chirp.

"It's all your fault! It only recognizes this name now!"

Ron glanced at her warily. He had not yet forgiven his sister for naming his owl first. He put his arms around the fluffy little guy and said, "Who do you want to write to? Piggy is still young, so you can't send it to him." Big package!”

"No, it's just a letter!"

"Then I want your picture, the one of Agrippa."

"Deal!" Ginny said cheerfully, her tone becoming lighter, "My mother scolded me for tying the ghoul to the water pipe. They have been hanging the ghoul upside down recently!"

Ron looked at her suspiciously: "How do you know?"

Ginny's expression froze, and she whispered: "Someone must help the ghoul untie it, it is so pitiful..."

On the third floor of the Burrow, in the twins' room.

George and Fred were immersed in a parchment list, muttering non-stop:

"The fake wand... how about pricing it at one gold galleon?"

"Is it too expensive?"

"Hey, this is our exclusive product."

"Then let's settle on this much for now...the next item is Fat Tongue Candy..."

…

A week has passed since the holiday, and it’s another leisurely afternoon.

Through the gaps in the leaves of the plane trees in the courtyard, one can see the clear blue sky above. The white clouds are like cotton, floating lazily in the sky. After a long time, they can be seen to have moved their position, and the sun is warm. , it will feel hot when exposed to direct sunlight, but it is just right under the shade of a tree, and the breeze will not make it dry.

Loren and Hermione were lying under the plane tree, with mottled shade and warm light spots above their heads, and the sound of water pipes gurgling in their ears.

Grandpa Bates was giving Crookshanks a bath. The water in the water pipe was warm from the sun, and the long-haired cat was really hot in this weather. Logically speaking, Crookshanks should be very comfortable, but he was just a cat. Cats, cats are naturally afraid of water and don’t want to take a bath.

It was the first time that Loren and Hermione heard that Crookshanks, who had always been so old-fashioned, could howl such a cursing voice, like an energetic young cat, but it just didn't sound good.

But howl returns, you still have to be washed.

The long-haired cat was wet with water, and its ginger hair stuck together and stuck to the skin strand by strand. The kitten, which was not beautiful to begin with, looked even uglier.

After washing to the back, Crookshanks seemed resigned to his fate, his howling became quieter, but his sad expression became more and more sad.

Loren locked a cloud through the gap in the leaves and determined the direction of the cloud. Loren imagined an illusory cloud in his mind. Starting from the position of the cloud just now, it slowly and evenly moved towards another gap in the leaves. .

The clouds in my heart floated, floated, and drifted into the next gap in the leaves.

I close my eyes and count to a hundred, and the real cloud will drift to the next gap.

Loren closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes, tilted his head, and looked at another gap in the leaves——

Huh?

There are no clouds.

Looking back, the original cloud was gone!

Am I such a big cloud?

Just as Loren was looking around for the cloud, Hermione's clear voice rang in his ears: "Loren, last night we practiced the technique of using the Patronus Charm to send messages in the Book of Fantasy. Let's try it now. Bar."

"No, I'm busy."

"?"

Hermione tilted her head and looked at him, Are you busy with Sir Nicholas's head?

So she stood up and walked in front of Loren's head, stretched her hands under his armpits, and dragged him up with a little force like a wounded soldier on the battlefield, until he was under the trunk of the sycamore tree, and then pulled him with a little more force. Get up a little and lean his back against the tree trunk.

Hermione squatted next to him, rubbed his face and said, "Now I'll sit behind the tree, and we'll use the Patronus to communicate. Is that clear?"

Loren blinked: "Oh."

"..."

What do you mean?

Hermione was a little angry, but she also knew that this was a lazy guy. She rubbed the apple flesh on his face and came behind the tree, waving her wand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

The soft silvery white light gathered together to form a small, arm-long dolphin.

The little dolphin swung its tail lightly in mid-air, causing shimmering ripples. Hermione thought for a few seconds, then leaned closer and whispered, "How is the weather today?"

With a slight wave, the little dolphin swam out in the direction of the tip of the stick.

Half a minute later, a swaying silver-light killer whale came closer. It was only the size of an arm. Hermione leaned closer and listened with her ears: "Are you stupid? You can't see it yourself?"

"!"

Hermione took a few deep breaths, resisted the urge to take action, waved away the killer whale patronus, summoned the little dolphin again, and asked, "How will the weather be tomorrow?"

Half a minute later, the silver killer whale came again, bringing someone's mean voice: "Are you stupid? How do I know what will happen tomorrow?"

"!"

I don’t know why, but the message sent by the patron saint quickly went astray.

"You are stupid!"

"You silly."

"hateful!"

"You're hateful."

"bad!"

"You are evil."

"..."