The days at Hogwarts

"When did you wake up?"

"Just now."

"did you have breakfast?"

"not yet."

"Did you brush your teeth and wash yourself?"

"nor."

The more she asked, the weaker her tone became and her head lowered lower. She probably realized that such behavior was not appropriate.

Loren rolled out of bed, pulled on her slippers, and took her to the bathroom to wash up. There were many sets of spare toiletries in the cabinet. Loren took out a new toothbrush, squeezed the toothpaste and stuffed it into Hermione's mouth.

Orange fruit flavor, with the unique cooling effect of toothpaste.

He seems to particularly like orange flavor, and he also uses orange-flavored scented balls in his wardrobe.

Hermione glanced at the mirror in front of her. Both of them had just gotten up. She hadn't had time to take care of their hair, and her long hair was messy. He just had a vacation and he hadn't gotten a haircut yet, so his natural curls were messy.

Loren took the water in his own cup, rinsed his mouth first, then handed the cup to Hermione and started brushing his teeth.

Loren asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you feel a little dizzy when you wake up in the morning?"

Hermione looked at him who was brushing his teeth, and stood beside him and started brushing his teeth too. The toothpaste foam gradually filled his mouth. She answered in the same unclear voice: "It seems a little."

Loren spit out the foam in his mouth, took the cup from her hand, took a sip of cold water and rinsed his mouth again: "I discovered it a long time ago. When the conscious body enters the book of fantasy, the outside body has no feeling, but the spirit is still there. You will be tired. And the body’s abundant energy will keep you awake, making this fatigue even more uncomfortable.”

Hermione brushed her teeth strictly according to the standard brushing method taught by her dentist parents, so she had to go more slowly. Her mouth was still full of foam and she could only purr twice.

"It's not that I won't let you read..." Loren turned on the faucet and rinsed the toothbrush. After washing the toothbrush, the sound of rushing water stopped before continuing, "We made an agreement. During the time in the fantasy book, we will follow the reading and activities. , rest evenly divided, do you agree?"

"Uh-huh!"

Hermione finally finished brushing her teeth, spit out the foam in her mouth, reached for the cup, and took a sip of some cold water to rinse her mouth.

Feeling the taste of toothpaste reappearing in her mouth, Hermione's hand holding the toothbrush and cup suddenly froze, and her face began to feel hot.

Loren seemed to have left some toothpaste foam on the rim of the cup just now.

A New Year’s letter to book friends

On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, I wish you all a happy new year.

I started writing the book on March 3th, and it has been almost a year now. 5 million words has exceeded my initial expectations, but judging from the timeline in the book, the story is not even halfway through.

I feel deeply sorry to all my readers for posting so much spam. I bow my head in apology.

To bring up old things again, because the outline was not well prepared, there were too many ideas but the writing was weak, the book had no rhythm at all, and trivial and redundant chapters took up a large part of the space.

Fortunately, many book lovers have supported the book and thought that its flaws outweigh its merits, which is enough to make people happy, and they have been with it all the way until now.

Bow to thank you.

When I typed the first line of words, I was in a difficult period. I had the mentality of escaping reality when I started the book, but I have benefited a lot from writing it till now.

Another bow of thanks.

The speed will probably be slightly increased in the future to speed up the plot progress. Although I said this a million words ago, it seems that there is no improvement now, haha.

I will go home for holiday tomorrow. I will work hard to update and live up to your trust!

I wish all my book friends peace and health, happiness and success in the new year, and I wish you wealth and freedom from singleness!

——Strange Fennel Beans 2024.02.01

Chapter 392 The first message from the patron saint

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?"

"Cough-cough-"

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, with smooth grass, blooming flowers and tree branches. At first, Bates just wanted to plant some for fun to pass the time, but thanks to plenty of free time, he planted more and more, and the more he planted, the better. Until now, the size of this back garden has exceeded that of the Granger family 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.

dong dong dong.

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 throughout the entire building. The housewife was obviously in a very unhappy mood because her third son had just graduated and was working, leaving home early and coming back late every day, sometimes not coming home 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. It took a long time to see that they had moved and the sun was 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.