The days at Hogwarts

Hermione tried several more times, but couldn't reproduce the effect of the first time.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Hermione would not be able to learn it, but he was also afraid that Hermione would learn it in one go.

Hermione also knew that this was a normal situation. After feeling a little disappointed, she and Loren began to practice seriously.

In a car parked on a deserted street, a young couple was having a family conversation.

Wendell turned off the car, looked at the fuel gauge and said, "Is it really right to let Hermione go to wizard school? I mean, shouldn't we go check out Hogwarts? Their society seems completely different from ours."

"You seem to be the one who is most interested in magic and the most active in our family," Monica teased.

"So even I think so, what about you? I know you are more rational than me. You don't reject magic, but you don't accept it completely either."

Wendell loosened his seat belt and turned sideways to look at his wife seriously: "We have been through similar times. New ideas are still brewing, and the old concepts and systems are like dilapidated buildings. Although they are broken, they have not collapsed yet and still play a residual role."

"You've suffered a lot graduating from medical school. You and I both understand that environment."

Wendell was talking about what happened in college. Even though Monica's family supported her studies, there were many biased teachers and students in the medical school. Their eyes were like knives and were chilling.

Monica still had a smile on her face: "I hesitated for a while during breakfast. Now I have thought it through. Sending Hermione to Hogwarts is not only because she likes magic, but also for the healthy growth of little Hermione."

Wendell understood what Monica meant. Compared to her peers, Hermione had been very smart since she was a child, but this intelligence was also a burden.

"As you know, Hermione's social skills are abnormal. She didn't have any friends before this. I think it's right to send Hermione to a wizarding school. She did learn new things at Hogwarts, learned how to get along with others, and made good friends."

Wendell nodded in agreement.

Monica thought the discussion had come to a conclusion. She reached for the car key, started the car, and said, "Loren is a good kid, isn't he?"

Wendell relaxed, "Is it because he would praise your cooking?"

"Of course. At least I'm not just a newspaper reader like you."

"Hey, think about how good I was to you in college..."

With a step on the accelerator, the Grangers drove the car towards their happy little house.

In the courtyard behind the villa, applewood and grapevine wood wands flashed the silver light of the Patronus Charm again and again, showing how hard their owners worked.

Loren stopped casting spells, rubbed his sore wrists, and wanted to take a break.

It was like it was stuck, and after repeated practice, the size of the light ball of the Patronus spell did not increase much.

The Patronus Charm is not like other spells. It only requires the caster to recite the spell, wave the spell, and practice it repeatedly.

It is very troublesome. You need to prepare yourself mentally before casting the spell and recall the happiest memories in your mind. Concentrated mental work is more tiring than physical work, so this spell is also very laborious to practice.

Hermione noticed that the frequency of the silver light flashing on the opposite side slowed down and finally stopped.

She glared at the lazy bug, "Dumbledore said all you have left is to practice more. You should be more diligent and try to summon a physical Patronus sooner."

"Ah!" Loren groaned. What Hermione said made a lot of sense, but he still wanted to be lazy.

But the "study committee member" witch was staring at him, and he had no choice but to wave his wand again.

Hermione saw that Loren listened to the advice and continued to practice her Patronus Charm.

Loren saw that Hermione was no longer looking at him. He thought that it was too much trouble to prepare himself mentally every time he cast a spell, so he changed the spell that was about to come out of his mouth: "[Luminescent Flash]"

call out!

The tip of the wand glowed silvery and then died.

There is a huge difference in the difficulty of casting the Illumination Charm and the Patronus Charm. Loren can cast the Illumination Charm with his eyes closed without any effort.

If you don't look carefully, the flickering light of the Illumination Spell looks similar to the Patronus Spell.

Although Hermione didn't see it, she could hear the sound. She was not fooled and was so angry that she laughed.

Loren continued: "【Luminescent flashes】"

The tip of the wand lit up with a "whoosh" sound, and then went out.

Hermione couldn't help but said, "Do you think I'm a fool? I can't tell the difference between the Illumination Charm and the Patronus Charm!"

"Keep practicing and don't slack off." She poked him hard with her finger.

Loren had no choice but to prepare himself mentally and practice the Patronus Charm.

The silver light flickered again and again in the courtyard. After a whole morning, the guardian light ball that the two could summon became much larger, but it still did not take shape.

The ball of light summoned by Hermione was about the size of a head, while the ball of light summoned by Loren was the size of two heads.

Slowly, the sun climbed above the house. The courtyard was not yet very hot, but after a whole morning of practice and repeating spells, both of them were thirsty.

Loren slowly couldn't hold on any longer, his voice gradually became smaller and weaker, and finally stopped.

Hermione also felt her mouth and throat dry, and her spells became less smooth and she slowly stopped.

"Hermione, are you thirsty?" Loren chuckled.

Hermione swallowed dryly, as if a little.

Hermione understood Loren's hint. Yesterday's Coke was indeed very sweet. After hesitating for less than a second, a smile as if she was about to do something bad appeared on her face.

The two looked at each other, walked into the house happily, walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.

"What would you like to drink?" Loren asked, looking at the drinks in the refrigerator.

"Coke!" Hermione said decisively.

"Aren't you afraid of cavities?" Loren joked. Hermione was very interesting like this.

Hermione retorted, "I brush my teeth on time every day, and drinking a little bit of Coke won't cause cavities."

So the Coke stock in the refrigerator was reduced by two bottles.

Hermione was already familiar with the process. She turned the bottle cap into a straw and slurped the stimulating bubbles and the cool, sweet black sugar water.

The cool feeling slid down my throat and seeped into my stomach.

The two of them moved in sync and sighed with satisfaction, "Ah!"

For Hermione, this was a new and exciting experience. Whether it was sneaking into the study or drinking Coke secretly, she would never do it before, but with Loren's company, these things became interesting.

Hermione drank half the bottle in one breath to quench her thirst. A strange sense of guilt rose in her heart. She looked up and said depressedly, "It's all your fault. I've become bad. I never did these bad things before."

"Ahem!" Loren almost spit out the Coke. "Now that you're not thirsty anymore, you're blaming me, right? If you can, don't drink the rest."

Hermione said righteously, "No, it can't be wasted."

"It won't be wasted. I'll drink the rest!"

"You think beautiful!"

While they were arguing, the two of them gulped down Coke. Yesterday's Coke was flat, but today's was flat. One bottle was enough to make their bellies bloated.

While Loren wasn't paying attention, Hermione took a deep breath and lifted her belly, then couldn't hold it anymore and returned to her original position.

She touched her belly, with a serious expression on her face, and secretly made up her mind: I can't drink like this anymore.

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"Loren!"

"Come out and help us move our things!" Wendel's voice came from outside. They had already returned.

The two men quickly hid the Coke bottle.

Hermione lifted her belly again and ran out the door skipping.

"Dad, what did you buy?" Hermione pushed open the door and asked happily.

Wendell opened the trunk and put out the bags: "A bigger camping tent, Loren's sleeping bag, some charcoal..."

They upgraded the camping equipment from a family of three to a family of four, replacing tents and moisture-proof mats with larger ones. They also bought Loren personal items such as sleeping bags and cooking utensils.

Loren arrived behind Hermione, looked at the pile of things, picked out a similar bag and carried it into the house.

"Good boy!"

Wendell was still pulling things out. "Your mom also bought some medicine to update our medicine box."

After closing the car door, four people ran twice to move the things into the house.

Wendell took Loren and Hermione to sort out the things they had just bought, and Monica went to the study to put the bills and checkbooks.

Monica came to the study, put the key in but couldn't turn it. She was stunned for a moment, then she grasped the handle and turned it, and the door opened.

Monica immediately understood what was happening, and she leaned forward to take a look at the three people who were sorting their things.

The two children were completely unaware that they had forgotten to clean up the crime scene and were still checking out various interesting things and instruction manuals, occasionally whispering to each other and laughing loudly.

Monica didn't say anything. She went in and checked the medical bookshelf to make sure they hadn't touched the books. Then she looked at the other bookshelf and saw no signs of them being touched.

As a mother of a child, I immediately understood that the two of them regarded this as a place for adventure.

It was Loren's first time visiting their home and he didn't know much about the study, so Hermione helped him create it.

As for the method of unlocking, it must be magic.

Monica smiled and called out, "Hermione, come here!"

Hermione's neck stiffened as she was looking through Loren's new sleeping bag. With her quick thinking, she realized that the thief who sneaked into the study was caught.

"Hermione." Monica called again.

Hermione glanced at Loren, who seemed to be unaware of the problem, poked him with a bitter face, then moved her body slowly to surrender.

She moved slowly all the way until she entered the study, and looking at her mother next to the bookshelf, Hermione walked over shyly.

Monica reached out and poked the little naughty boy on the forehead, and asked with a smile, "Which books are you reading?"

Hermione replied hesitantly: "I didn't look at any books. I just glanced at the book -"

As she spoke, Hermione stretched out her little hand and pointed to the book "Analysis of Krav Maga" on the bookshelf.

Monica didn't read any book that was inappropriate for children, so she took it down and handed it to Hermione, touching her hair: "Tell mom what book you want to read, and mom will let you read it if she thinks it's suitable. Don't sneak in next time."

Hermione nodded and thought: How would I know what book I want to read if I don't flip through it?

But I didn't dare show it.

"Go and play." Monica ruffled Hermione's curly hair and sent her out.

Hermione turned around and left, as if she was afraid that Monica would change her mind. She really liked this book.

Monica looked at Hermione's different figure and reaffirmed her decision to let her go to Hogwarts.

Chapter 129 Bloody Mary

This time, the Grangers replaced almost all of their camping items, and Wendell was sorting them out.

Loren was digging at some cushions, cloth bags and other things with great interest. In his eyes, these items were full of a sense of the times, with a rough industrial style, but very interesting.

Loren lifted up the huge flashlight in front of him with great effort, and then put it down again. He estimated that it weighed about three or four pounds.

Wendell boasted, "This flashlight was modified by a friend of mine from military equipment. It has a xenon bulb."

His curiosity was aroused again. "Can you wizards use magic to strengthen this flashlight? I mean, like in the legend, turning it into a magical item, such as the Sword of Magnus or the medicine box of Asclepius, the god of medicine..."

Loren thought for a moment and shook his head. "At least I haven't heard of this kind of magic, but alchemy should be able to do it. It can make its light band warmer and make the light more dazzling..."

The two of them asked and answered each other and had a lively conversation.

At least Wendell thought the conversation was lively.

Hermione came out of the study and sat down next to Loren, putting the book aside and helping to tidy up things.

Loren glanced at it casually, then his expression froze. A row of neatly arranged large characters appeared on the cover of "Krav Maga Analysis".

Why is this book haunting me?

"Dad, when are we going camping?" Hermione folded a blanket and handed it to Wendell.

Wendell laughed heartily: "Ha, let's go tomorrow!"

Dean Forest is an ancient forest located in the northeast of London, covering an area of ​​more than 6000 acres, very vast.It is close to the edge of the city, but as a forest farm for hunting and leisure of the royal family, the industrial revolution in the past hundred years has not affected this forest.

It took about three hours to drive from Granger's home. In order to avoid the high temperature at noon, they set out early in the morning when it was cool.

On the road in the wilderness, a car drove by at a steady speed. The Grangers were sitting in the front seat, Wendell was driving, and Monica was sitting in the passenger seat.

Loren and Hermione sat in the back seat. Hermione was wearing a white and green striped T-shirt with the hem tucked into her jeans. Her curly hair was tied into two ponytails. She sat in the back seat, staring at the scenery flying backwards out of the window with sparkling eyes.

Loren was wearing exactly the same outfit. He looked at the Grangers' green and white striped T-shirts in the front row, then at Hermione, and finally at himself. He still couldn't quite get used to it.