The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Half past five in the afternoon.

In the kitchen of the burrow outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, the roast beef in the oven is oozing thick reddish gravy, dripping on the Yorkshire pudding made with milk, eggs and flour. Carbohydrates and proteins are roasted together to create a rich and charming aroma.

The wonderful smell tickled the tip of Crookshanks' nose like a feather, causing the poor kitten with a keen sense of smell to pace restlessly back and forth in the room.

Harry and Ron were playing tabletop Quidditch. The toy set was older than Ginny. The Quidditch players on both sides were already very old. They were teetering on their mini broomsticks and looked like they might fall off at any moment. The way it came down, it was very inconvenient to command.

"Merlin's ass!" Ron slapped the center of the court angrily, causing the scoring ring to shake. He pointed at the goalkeeper in the back row, his face flushed with anxiety, "Goalkeeper fight back, fight back!"

Harry's situation was only slightly better than him, his face was also flushed, his nose was snorting and he was breathing heavily. These players were too old, slow in movement and slow in reaction, and could not accurately execute his perfect tactics.

"Oh, I tell you you shouldn't have let him hit the field goal."

George shouted loudly, "You should use a steady stream of offensives to disrupt his formation and control the rhythm in your own hands!"

Fred was also pointing beside him: "That's right! This is how you and Charlie lost to us when we were on the mountain two days ago!"

"Believe us that we will not be wrong!"

"..." Charlie moved his stool calmly, farther away from them.

These younger brothers are really unlikable. Didn't they just accidentally lose two goals? Why do they always talk about it?

Loren was sitting behind the table holding a housework magic book in his hand, reading the recipes on it with relish. Most of the dishes Molly cooked today were on the recipes, and he could learn from them by comparing them.

As if he felt something, he suddenly raised his head from the book and looked at the fireplace beside the wall.

A bright green flame suddenly burst out in the fireplace without firewood and coal, and scattered soot splashed out of the furnace mouth and onto the ground. Arthur walked out of the fireplace, and Percy followed closely behind him, carrying a folder under his elbow. , and he also carried two bottles of wine in his hand, one bottle of whiskey and one bottle of champagne.

Arthur greeted warmly while patting the soot on his body: "We are back!"

"..."

Arthur paused and shouted again: "Guess what we brought back?"

"Why do you ask the wicketkeeper to bat, keep the wicket, keep the wicket? He is the wicketkeeper!"

"Offensive attack...well done!"

"..."

Arthur glared at his sons angrily. As the head of the family, he was back, and these people pretended not to see him. It was really rude...

After sniffing the sweet smell in the air, Arthur's anger disappeared immediately, and he happily walked into the kitchen, ready to discuss the children's education issues with Molly.

Molly is making fried plaice steaks. She can use magic to remove all the spines in the fish without damaging the shape of the fish. She marinates it with the secret sauce from the previous recipe, then adds wild mushrooms and truffles and puts it into the oil pan. After a while, It becomes golden in color and fragrant.

Not long after, the clam chowder in the pot was ready.

Probably sensing the aroma of the food, Hermione and Ginny, who had been huddled in the shed, slowly wandered out and sat on the stools, whispering and waiting eagerly.

Loren glanced at Hermione and saw that her face was not as tense as it was during lunch, so he knew that the "Ancient Runes" homework should have been completed.

Half an hour later, the tables and chairs were moved to the garden outside. Molly served roasted red venison, and Arthur served the strawberry meringue pie that Loren had requested. The sumptuous dinner began.

Arthur conjured some candles and lit up the darkening courtyard.

Percy couldn't wait to take out the whiskey and champagne, and said happily: "Try this, Mr. Crouch said it is his treasure!"

"Mr. Crouch...that boss of yours?" Ron asked curiously.

"Yes, Mr. Crouch heard that someone was celebrating his birthday at home, so he specially gave me two bottles of wine." Percy said with a proud look on his face, "Brewed by fairies, it is said that one bottle is worth dozens of dollars. King Gallon, Mr. Crouch is such a good man.”

"Tens of Galleons!" Molly and Arthur were slightly surprised.

George and Fred looked closely at the two bottles of wine, as if they wanted to see the shadow of Gallon in them.

Bill squinted his eyes and looked back, "It was a gift from Gringotts to a client. It's not actually worth the price, but because it's not for sale, the valuation of Knockturn Alley will be much higher."

Percy muttered softly: "That's worth dozens of galleons. Mr. Crouch just values ​​me..."

Instead, Molly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed smile: "That's just right. Let's also try what dozens of galleons of whiskey taste like."

With a flick of the wand, the cork popped out with a pop. Molly took the glasses from Bill and Charlie and started pouring wine.

Bill's, Charlie's, Percy's, Arthur's, her own...

Gu——

The sixth and seventh glasses were also lowered, making a slight sound as they rubbed against the tablecloth. The glasses were placed under the wine bottle.

"..." Molly knew who it was without even thinking about it, and refused without raising her head: "Don't think about it, George, Fred, I will never let you drink. And if I find out that you are being clever and drinking secretly, , hum…”

Before she finished speaking, she saw a few more cups in front of her, and Molly looked up.

Loren, Harry, and Ron all silently handed over their cups, and even the two girls Hermione and Ginny looked at her eagerly.

Arthur snickered quietly beside him.

Molly raised her eyebrows and said with a strong attitude: "You are not adults yet, so you definitely can't drink! Even if today is Loren's birthday, one by one, don't think I don't know that you always go to Hogmore The Three Broomsticks drink butterbeer! Professor McGonagall should really talk to Ms. Rosmerta..."

Everyone moved the cups back silently.

The aggrieved look made Molly laugh angrily: "Okay, okay, I still have the cider I brewed at home. You can each taste a spoonful."

"What apple cider? It's obviously apple cider vinegar..." Ron muttered softly.

Molly's eyes widened: "Then do you want to drink?"

"Drink, of course!" Ron stood up and ran into the house neatly, bringing back a small bottle of cider.

He spoke of a spoonful, but poured a full cup for everyone, and the daisy-like light yellow, somewhat cloudy cider almost overflowed.

Arthur raised his glass: "Let's wish Loren a happy birthday together!"

"Happy birthday!"

"..."

Loren couldn't help but grinned, raised his glass and clinked it with everyone. The wine was stirring, and the warm air was filled with the sweet aroma of apples.

Red venison is tender and has low fat content. It is delicious no matter how you marinate it with sea salt, black pepper, garlic and rosemary. Its smooth texture and rich aroma will whet your appetite. The grilled fish fillet is golden in color, fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The meat is not only tender, but also has no fish bones and does not taste fishy at all.

The milky white soup uses plump clams as the main ingredient, and is decorated with bright yellow diced potatoes, orange diced carrots and bright green celery. It is thicker than ordinary soups due to the addition of a large amount of cream and potatoes.

The night gradually thickened, and the shadows of a group of people blended with the rising moon.

While everyone was eating the cake, Fred and George quietly took away Arthur's cups and shared a little bit each. After only a small taste, they couldn't help but grin and tremble with soreness.

Slowly, the blush crept onto their cheeks, and George stood up from the chair: "Let's sing!"

Before anyone else could respond, Fred had already started singing, and George quickly picked up the tune. Their singing figures raised their heads and left elongated shadows on the wall. But in fact, they were both singing different songs at the same time, so they sounded very different. Clutter, procrastination, and howling ghosts.

Loren whispered in Hermione's ear: "Have you finished your runes homework?"

Hermione glanced at him, hummed and didn't answer.

"hey-hey……"

The two looked at each other closely and couldn't help but giggle, as if invisible hands were tickling them.