The days at Hogwarts

"However," Loren said in a wronged tone, "Since then, Hermione has always bullied me by relying on her fighting ability."

Hermione opened her mouth wide and looked at Loren with a dull expression. Why could this man be so shameless?

Wendell and Monica hesitated for only a moment, but soon believed Loren's words in their hearts. After all, the scene they just saw and the book "Krav Maga Analysis" were strong evidence.

Loren sighed and continued, "I know Hermione was just joking with me, but she doesn't know that after being strengthened, her hitting really hurts."

He looked at Hermione and sighed again, with an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Wendell and Monica thought that Loren was wronged, but because they cherished their friendship with Hermione, they hesitated to say anything.

"I'm not!" Hermione said angrily, pointing her finger at Loren. All kinds of strong emotions surged up, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably with anger.

Monica patted the stone beside her and called out, "Hermione, come sit over here. I want to talk to you."

Hermione had no choice but to walk over with her head down and sit next to Monica with a pout.

Monica pulled Hermione into her arms and whispered in her ear.

She felt that Hermione was not the kind of person who bullied her classmates, but she just couldn't control some of her behavior and intensity. Monica whispered a few words of advice to Hermione.

After a while, Monica looked up at Loren and gently called out, "Loren, come sit over here too."

Wendell vacated his seat and Loren happily sat on the other side of Monica.

"You are friends, you should love and help each other, okay?" Monica also hugged Loren and spoke in a coaxing tone.

Loren and Hermione both nodded and acted obediently.

Loren grinned at Hermione.

Out of a strange tacit understanding, Hermione actually understood what he wanted to express, "If you do this again, I will tell your parents."

Hermione clenched her fists again and again, and glared at Loren from an angle where Monica couldn't see.

Loren also understood what she meant, "You're doomed when school starts."

But Loren didn't care. They could deal with the future later. At least Hermione couldn't do anything to him during the holidays.

Seeing that the two children had reconciled, the four of them sat around the campfire and began to discuss their arrangements for the next few days. Wendell and Monica told Loren and Hermione the plan they had just discussed.

Hermione snuggled in Monica's arms like a kitten, rubbing against her coquettishly from time to time.

Loren was on the other side, resting his head on his knees, poking the fire with a small stick. The sound of wood crackling was mixed in with the warm conversation, and occasionally there were scattered sparks of fire.

Wendell's smiling voice came from the side: "Now, we should continue telling horror stories. I still have a legend about Bloody Mary that I haven't told you yet."

Hermione and Monica enjoyed the tenderness between mother and daughter and ignored him.

Loren, with good intentions to avoid making the atmosphere awkward, said, "The last story to appear must be the most terrifying."

"Of course!" Wendell raised his voice, showing interest.

He began to narrate in a deep and thrilling tone, "In the Bathory family of Hungary, there was a lady named Bathory Elizabeth. The young lady Bathory had brown-red hair and snow-white skin. She was the most beautiful woman in Hungary."

"She was very proud of her beauty and would often lie in bed with a mirror admiring her looks."

"Later, she married and had eight children with a general. Childbirth and time took away her beauty. She longed to restore her youth and beauty and was willing to pay any price for it."

"Madame Bathory heard from a traveler about a sinister method of restoring beauty."

Wendell's voice suddenly became louder, "Bathe in the blood of virgins!"

After he finished speaking, he looked around at the faces of his two children and his wife to see the results of the fright.

But no one was scared.

Loren's expression remained unchanged, but his thoughts were already churning.

The same story of bathing in blood to restore youth and beauty, but one is a countess and the other is a general's wife. Is it a story prototype that evolved into two legends, or did such a thing really happen?

Wendell paused, smacked his lips, and continued, "At first, she used the lie of recruiting servants with high salaries to trick country girls into the castle, and then abused and murdered them."

"Later, the country girls from the nearby towns hid in their homes and never showed up again. Madam Bathory began to lure the noble girls into the castle under the pretext of learning aristocratic etiquette."

"She locked the girl in a cage full of spikes, hung her in the air, and stood under the cage, bathing in her warm blood, in an attempt to preserve her youth."

"At the end of the story, because so many girls disappeared, the king discovered Lady Bathory's crime and imprisoned her in a tower, where she died of old age."

Hermione's brows knitted together, "Why did the king only sentence her to life imprisonment after she murdered so many people?"

Wendell was stunned. Is this the point of the story?

Monica stroked Hermione's head and said, "Because the laws were not sound at that time, the progress of society has reduced such things."

Hermione nodded, agreeing with this statement.

Wendell couldn't help but speak, "I want to ask, is there really a magic that can bathe in blood and restore youth?"

Hermione sat up from Monica's arms and shook her head seriously: "Although wizards can perform magic, they will also age and die like ordinary people."

At this point, Hermione glanced at Loren and muttered to herself: This is true for most of them, except for the Philosopher's Stone used to make the elixir of life.

Monica glanced at Loren, who was worried, and Hermione, who had a serious expression on her face. She was so angry that she slapped Wendell and said, "A good campfire was ruined by your horror story. This story is not good at all, and your storytelling is not good either."

Wendel was beaten but couldn't resist, so he just smiled awkwardly.

Loren added another pile of firewood, and the bright flames surged with heat, dispelling the darkness and coldness of the forest.

Chapter 133 Fun Camping

Early morning at a campsite on the outskirts of the Forest of Dean.

The air was moist and cool, and the forest was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the clear chirping of birds.

Loren wakes up.

He felt itchy on his face, his neck, the corners of his mouth, and his face.

When he woke up, he realized that his brown curly hair was scattered in wisps, and several of them were on his face, making it itchy.

Hermione was sleeping soundly facing him, her long eyelashes curled up, looking very delicate, and her thick hair was everywhere, on Hermione's face and on his face as well.

Loren had to carefully shave the hair off her face. The whole process did not disturb Hermione. She looked like an exquisite Barbie doll, or like Snow White waiting to be woken up.

Loren fumbled his way out of the soft and warm sleeping bag, stretched his body and stretched his sore muscles.

They all slept in the same tent last night. The upgraded tent was big enough to accommodate four sleeping bags, two adults and two children. Monica and Wendell insisted on keeping the two children inside, so Loren and Hermione's sleeping bags were next to each other.

He didn't know when Hermione fell asleep last night, but when he opened his eyes for the last time, he saw Hermione's eyelashes fluttering and her face, which was burned red by the bonfire, had not yet calmed down.

Loren got dressed and got out of the tent, looking out.

Wendell and Monica gathered around the fire, added a small amount of wood, and lit a small flame. They set up a simple support above the fire and hung a large tin can with the lid off.

Loren took a deep breath of fresh air, walked over, and greeted, "Good morning."

"Good morning-ah~" Wendell said and yawned, looking like he didn't get enough sleep.

He handed over a set of disposable toothpaste and toothbrush, "Just make do with it. After all, we are in the forest."

Monica's hair was a little messy, but she was a little more kind. She smiled gently at Loren: "Just wash with drinking water, and then we can have breakfast."

Loren then saw a kind of soup, or porridge, being cooked in a tin can. The can of luncheon meat was added with water, and then the crusty bread was boiled and crushed in it. It smelled of both meat and the sweet aroma of malt.

The aroma perked up Loren, and he replied cheerfully, "It smells really good. It must be delicious."

He picked a very tall tree and gave it a taste of breath-freshening toothpaste.

Five minutes later, Loren, Monica and Wendell gathered around the fire, holding a spoon in one hand and a small can in the other, and began to taste this British version of convenient dumpling soup.

Loren scooped a spoonful, blew it cool, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with a smack.

The taste is not bad, but it is definitely not delicious. There is a strange greasy smell in the luncheon meat, and this smell permeates the bread through the soup. After swallowing one bite, I don’t want to swallow the second bite.

He didn't feel very hungry, so he slowed down his eating and asked, "Don't we need to wake Hermione?"

Wendell ate happily. "Let her sleep a little longer. I heard her tossing and turning late last night. She must be unable to adapt to the new tent."

Monica ate silently with a spoon, slowly but carefully.

She swallowed another mouthful and found it a little difficult to swallow. She looked up at the pot and saw that half of it was left.

Monica was silent for a moment, and said, "Let's save some for her and have breakfast when she wakes up."

Loren looked away, pretending not to notice Monica's disgusted expression.

There were two people on the field who didn't like to eat this, but I won't say who they were.

Monica then asked Wendell, "When will the things sent by the hotel be delivered?"

"When I called just now, they said it would be quick." Wendell tilted his head back and poured the remaining soup in the small can into his mouth. He swallowed it in one gulp and let out a contented sigh.

Monica calmly spooned him another box.

Wendell enjoyed his meal.

ten minutes later.

Wendell put the canned food box and bowl aside and burped. "I can't eat any more. I really can't eat any more."

Monica looked at the large cans on the shelf that were used as pots, and there was only a shallow layer left inside.

She nodded with satisfaction, "I'll leave the rest to Hermione."

"Mother?"

Hermione's voice came from behind. Her hair was messy and she was rubbing her eyes with her tender little fists. "Dad, Loren, good morning."

Wendell laughed cheerfully, "Go brush your teeth and have breakfast."

As he spoke, Wendell heard a beeping electronic sound from his pocket. He reached in and turned off the reminder ring. "Ha, it looks like the food has been delivered. I'll go get the fresh meat so we can have barbecue at noon."

He stood up, waved to Hermione, and ran towards where they had parked the car.

When Hermione came back from washing and sat down, Monica had already served her crusty bread and canned broth.

Hermione sat on the small rock, put the spoon into her mouth and took a sip, then her movements slowed down significantly, and her smile stopped.

Monica comforted him, "Your father ate most of the pot, and we only left a little for you. You can't skip breakfast, right?"

Hermione frowned miserably and ate with difficulty, spoonful by spoonful.

The hotel's camping service is very thoughtful. If you want to enjoy the original nature and camp in the wild, they will give you a special communication phone to ensure that you can send out a call for help in dangerous situations, and they will leave you alone.

If you just want to experience it, there are well-serviced camping areas around the hotel. You can call the waiter to help you light a fire and barbecue anytime and anywhere. At night, you can walk a few steps back to the hotel to stay in a comfortable room.

Of course, there are also families like the Granger family, who camp but not completely wild, and the hotel can deliver all kinds of things directly to them.

We have deeply put into practice the saying that the customer is God.

Wendell got up in the morning and called to order the props for the barbecue, and the hotel quickly packed and delivered the props and ingredients, and the rest was for the customers to do it themselves and enjoy some labor.

After Wendell brought back the fresh meat, barbecue sauce and a simple grill, he and Monica began to cut the meat.

Loren and Hermione could only watch from the sidelines, with nothing to do.

Loren looked at it for a while and asked, "Do you need help?"

Wendell cut a large piece of beef into slices for easier grilling.

He enjoyed the labor and said leisurely, "Children should not use knives. It is very dangerous."

Loren smiled and said, "No need for a knife, we can cut it quickly with magic."

Hermione nodded along; she had never used the Cutting Charm to cut food before and was very interested in this.

Although Wendell was very interested in witnessing magic, he shook his head and refused after thinking for a while, "Forget it. Camping is all about enjoying the fun of doing it yourself. Otherwise, the hotel kitchen will cut it for you. If you spend more money, you can even have the chef grill it in the wild, but that would be boring."

Monica was marinating the meat cut by Wendell with sauce. She didn't take care of her hair in the morning because it was very short and she just tied it up. She looked at Hermione's hair, which was a mess of brown curly hair.

The girl is very relaxed when she is with her family. She doesn't care much about the way her hair looks in front of them, which makes her feel relaxed.

But as a mother, she obviously couldn't think that way. She said, "Hermione, fix your hair and pay attention to your image."

"Oh." Hermione pursed her lips.

She followed her mother's example and simply tied her hair up, but her hair was too fluffy and curly. Without a mirror, she couldn't tie it neatly by feel, and it made it even messier.

Monica sighed, feeling that her daughter had become a little upset after returning from vacation this time.

Hermione tidied her hair consciously. She shook her head and said briskly, "I see that there is a lake ahead marked on the map. Can we go play?"

When Loren heard about the lake, he perked up and his eyes lit up.

Where there is water, there are fish; where there are fish, there is...