The days at Hogwarts

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, making the poor kitten with a keen sense of smell 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 and saying, "That's right! That's how you and Charlie lost to us two days ago on the mountain!"

"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.

Perhaps smelling the aroma of food, Hermione and Ginny, who had been hiding in the shed, slowly came out, sat on the stools, and waited eagerly while whispering to each other.

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...

goo—

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 in a tough tone: "You are all underage, you must not drink! Even if today is Loren's birthday, one by one, don't think I don't know that you always go to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to drink butter beer! Professor McGonagall really should talk to Madam 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 into Hermione's ear and asked, "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.

Ah, I was originally looking for a sweet plot, and then... Anyway, I'll make up for what I missed today tomorrow. I bow and apologize to my readers.

Chapter 422 Heartbeat

Half past eleven in the evening.

In a bedroom on the fifth floor of the Burrow, Loren turned over in a daze on the pillow, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of black eyes slowly opened.

When he turned over, the unkempt curly hair left traces of lines on his forehead, itching, and the aroma of wine and apple cider vinegar was infiltrated in his mouth and nose.

Pulling off the quilt to get some air, Loren lay flat on the bed, looking at the poster of the Chadli Artillery Corps on the ceiling of the room, and blinked. His brain was now restarting, and the vague memories of the recent past were slowly being loaded.

After the cake was distributed at the dinner, George and Fred secretly drank whiskey and almost stood on the table...

After they sang, they poured the champagne into the cider bottles and gave everyone a large glass.

What happened next...

Loren scratched his head and continued to read the chaotic and fuzzy memories in his memory.

Ginny dragged Harry to see the ghoul upstairs, Ron shouted that he wanted to compete with Crookshanks, and George and Fred actually stood on the table and sang in front of the Weasleys. , claiming that when school starts, he will stand in the guest seat of Hogwarts Hall and sing.

What were he and Hermione doing—looking like they were giggling the whole time.

Loren's expression became a little complicated after he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he hasn't done anything embarrassing, he hasn't received Hermione's gift yet!

George and Fred got me wrong!

It was almost twelve o'clock. In order to sleep tonight, Loren, who had missed the opportunity, began to comfort himself: the gifts were all from Hermione, and he could receive them when he got up tomorrow. It was the same gift, just a little bit different. It's a little late - that's weird!

Can the gift I receive on my birthday be the same as the gift I receive the next day?

The room was pitch dark, Loren's eyes were staring straight at the Chadley Artillery Team's broom on the ceiling, with deep resentment, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to be glowing, and he was not sleepy at all.

Suddenly he looked at the window of the room. There was a rustling sound for a while, and the footsteps of some small animal were getting closer and closer, light and agile.

There was a click, a fluffy little paw rested on the glass window, and a small ferret's head suddenly popped out from the lower right corner.

The ferret pushed open the glass and got in. He walked lightly along the bed and headed straight for Loren.

Loren quickly closed her eyes.

The ferret stepped on the quilt and came to Loren's pillow. He smelled the smell of wine and apple cider vinegar, and waved his paw in disgust... Mrs. Weasley should really wash them with a cleaning spell before putting them on the bed.

Hermione glanced at Loren secretly. Probably due to the effect of alcohol, the man's cheeks were a little red and he looked very quiet with his eyes closed.

"Happy birthday--"

Just as Hermione was reciting this sentence silently in her heart, her eyes suddenly opened, her black eyes sparkling with a joking smile. The next moment, the person in front of her suddenly shrank and turned into a white cat. He walked around behind him, grabbed the back of her neck, and jumped toward the window with light movements.

The room quickly retreated, passing through the glass window to the roof. She was swayed by the lift and ran and jumped all the way, crossing the neat roof tiles and the crooked chimney, and they came to the branch of the largest sycamore tree in the garden.

The ferret turned into a girl in pajamas. Loren released the transformation and looked at her with a smile: "In order to give me a birthday gift, you specially used an Animagus to sneak into the house?"

"No." Hermione turned her head away from him, deliberately pretending to be asleep and not bothering with him about the scary thing.

Loren came close to her and smiled: "Then what are you doing sneaking in?"

Hermione changed direction again: "Nothing, not anyway."

Loren looked into her eyes carefully with a smile, nodded, sat down next to her, and stretched out his feet: "Okay, okay, in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, you use Animagus to sneak in room, sneak into my bed, just to see me.”

"..." Hermione didn't want to speak anymore, letting the blush creep onto her cheeks.

Loren stopped teasing the shy girl, leaned his head on her shoulder, and swayed his feet to feel the peace and beauty of this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione took out the silver coin from her pocket and handed it over: "I burned the corresponding runes on two different silver coins. As long as one end touches the rune, the same change will occur on the other end. This enables simple communication.”

"cell phone?"

"It can't transmit sounds and images, only simple messages." Hermione whispered.

Loren looked at the silver coins in his hand. Elf silver coins are a currency that only circulates in small amounts within the elves. The country of elves has disappeared, and most of the elves now use the currency system of copper Nats, silver Sickles, and gold galleons.

Most of the current fairy silver coins are used for commemorative collections, and only a small amount is minted every year. Unlike another silver coin, silver coins, the casting materials include many rare metals, so they are often used in alchemy and special magic rituals.

The front of this silver coin shows the silver gate of Gringotts, with a small motto engraved on it: "Taking blindly and getting something for nothing will be the most severe punishment." On the back is a ferocious fire dragon with one eye open to a slit.

A faint blue light lit up in Loren's eyes. The main structure of the array was divided into two layers. The lower layer was responsible for transmission and response. The upper layer was 26 letters and common symbols. It was not difficult to make, but the design was very complicated. Ingenuity.

The silver coin was placed flat on the first knuckle of the middle finger, and the ring finger held the edge and pressed lightly. The silver coin flipped over in the hand, dancing with silvery white light. Loren asked: "What is the distance limit?"

"I didn't take that into consideration."

“What are the main zodiac runes used?”

"I just picked the runes that fit Mithril."

"That's it..." Loren held the silver coin in the air, level with the moon, reflecting the bright silver light. "Relying on the special material of mithril and fairy silver coins, the maximum distance is about a thousand miles. We can add more next time." Some astrological symbols."

"Oh." Hermione responded dully.

"Okay," Loren tossed the silver coin up, caught it, and put it into his pocket, "I've finished reading the silver coin, where's my birthday gift?"

"?"

Hermione's eyebrows knitted together, she looked at him, then at the silver coins in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't this the gift I gave you?"

Loren also frowned and looked at her, and said seriously: "If I only have it, it can be considered a gift. You also have this silver coin, and I also have it, so how can it be considered a gift... It's not your birthday today, you say Right?"

Hermione was stunned.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Loren quickly urged: "Okay, give me a birthday gift quickly."