Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Furthermore, that child gave us almost three hundred Galleons. Isn't this money worth a little food?"

At this time, the two smelled a strong fragrance.

Molly couldn't help sniffing her nose, while Arthur looked out the window in astonishment, but turned around a little too much, and almost fell off the chair.

"My Merlin!" Arthur swallowed, "I don't know how it tastes, but just the smell makes me want to eat, at least it's better than yours..."

"What did you say? Say it again?"

"I mean..." Arthur blinked, "I'll get them to dinner and see if they burnt the pot by the way."

thump!thump!thump...

The sound of going down the stairs came, and a red-haired girl ran into the kitchen excitedly.

"Mom, what's for lunch?"

Molly's face was serious, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Ginny, you should preview your textbook now, and read Lockhart's works by the way, he is your teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Ginny nodded, not arguing with her mother on the matter, after all Mrs Weasley was a die-hard Lockhart fan.

"I still want to know what's for lunch?"

"Haha! Your mother doesn't necessarily want to tell you." Arthur chuckled, then saw his wife glaring at him, and immediately pointed to the dining table sincerely, "It's very rich!"

Ginny looked at the table, panna cotta, butter cake, corn flakes, luncheon meat, roast lamb chops and so on.

In terms of the conditions of the Weasley family, this meal was indeed very rich, but it was still a lot worse than the fragrance that filled the air.

Molly looked at her daughter's puzzled and bewildered look, and smiled helplessly, "We have a guest at our house, it's Aaron Gaius, you should have heard from Ron and the others, if nothing else, this fragrance is He made it."

"Hmm... I seem to have heard a familiar name." Percy walked in, and said in surprise, "Is Aaron here?"

"Percy." Molly looked at the sensible third son lovingly, "It's exactly what you think."

"This vacation is really fun.

Harry came over for a visit and ended up with another Slytherin at the beginning of the term. Percy said speechlessly, "Of course, I still have a good feeling for Aaron. He knows how to measure. Unlike other Slytherins, at least he is not so domineering." "

Hearing this, Arthur and Molly looked at each other and smiled.

They really wanted to hand over Aaron to receive a huge reward for a moment at the beginning, but after a brief contact with him, they found that this kid was so good at being a man that people couldn't hate him at all.

"What is this scent?"

"Aaron bought some fresh ingredients from us and chose to cook by himself," Arthur said, "Harry, Ron, George and Fred were all outside helping him."

"He made it himself?" Percy froze for a moment, glanced at the lunch on the table, and his expression became a little unnatural, "That means..."

"He shouldn't refuse if we go to Cengfan," Arthur said.

The corner of Percy's mouth twitched, "Forget it! I can't get this face off."

"Okay! I knew you'd say that.

I'm going to ask Harry to have dinner with them. "

"I don't think so, Dad." Ginny pointed outside. "They're almost at the door."

They turned their heads and found that George and Fred were walking back with a large tray with smiles, Harry and Ron carefully carried a ceramic soup pot, and Aaron followed them leisurely .

boom!

George and Fred put the tray in the middle of the table, rattling the tableware beside it.

"Be careful." Arthur reminded.

"Sorry, Dad, it's just that the taste is really good." George praised with a smile, "Didn't you see it, it's the first time I've seen the use of magic to concoct ingredients, control the temperature, and shorten the cooking time.

It is simply a profound art. If it is not for my lack of talent, I would like to change my career and become a chef. "

"Let's go first, this fish soup is a bit hot." Ron carefully put the soup pot on the table, and blew on his palm seriously.

"Aaron, what are you..." Molly asked a little puzzled.

"Mrs. Weasley, you wouldn't let me eat outside!" Aaron said with a smile, "This meal should be regarded as a thank you to the Weasley family for taking us in."

"This...how embarrassing! We didn't do anything."

"Mom, we'll talk about it later, we can't wait." George wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and opened the lid on the tray.

A white hot air erupted instantly, and the strong fragrance echoed in the kitchen, everyone swallowed involuntarily.

What came into view was a bright red roast suckling pig, but it was very different from what they saw on the menus of some restaurants. The faint smoky flavor easily aroused everyone's appetite.

"It's so fragrant and extravagant." Arthur barely suppressed his excitement. Because of poverty, his family had never eaten this food, and he didn't expect to be able to feast on it today.

"Bill and Charlie will probably regret it for a long time." Ron said gloatingly.

"Aaron, this is really inappropriate." Molly was a little embarrassed. "After all, this is not for us."

Hearing this, Aaron took out his wand and swiped lightly, a suckling pig was split in two.

"Half a word is enough for Abe.

To tell you the truth, it has lost weight for two months, but it has gained a quarter of a catty compared to before the holiday. "

Abei turned his face away arrogantly, but the next moment it jumped onto the dining table and rushed towards the half pig's head.

But in the middle of the rush, it floated uncontrollably in mid-air, but even so, it still flapped its limbs and swam towards the roast suckling pig with all its strength.

"Don't worry about it." Aaron slapped Abe's forehead hard and explained, "It doesn't have the slightest bit of restraint when it comes to eating."

Percy looked at the two servings of roast suckling pig on the dining table, and looked at Aaron in surprise, "Did you really make these yourself?

It's not that I doubt it, but you're only 12 years old after all, the same age as Ron and only one year older than Ginny. Isn't this cooking technique too exaggerated? "

"Um... I really don't have this ability under normal circumstances, but my family enrolled me in a two-month cooking class." Aaron sighed and said, "That teacher is definitely a master in the circle of chefs. of."

"Yuan, that's how it is!"

"Ahem!" Arthur coughed, "Let's eat first! After that, the food will be cold.

We can't refuse a kind offer from Mr. Gaius isn't it. "

"exactly!"

Ron and the others agreed, they couldn't bear it long ago.

Molly immediately pulled up two chairs and took Ginny to sit down.

Aaron took the initiative to pick up the knife and fork, and divided half of the roast suckling pig into nine portions. Harry and Ron also filled a bowl of fish soup for everyone, just scraping the pot clean.

Soon, there was the sound of chewing food in the kitchen, and everyone was enjoying the rare deliciousness in front of them.

After a meal, it can be said that the host and guest enjoy themselves.

Everyone ate very happily, and Arthur didn't care about the image of his parents, he slumped on the chair while rubbing his belly.

The relationship between Aaron and the Weasley family has also drawn a lot closer, and now he really puts his heart in his stomach.

Thanks to the ancestors of Salks, as the saying goes, Weasley also needs face. If he eats the food I cook, even if he has the heart to report, he will not have the face to report.

Chapter 135 A Fairly Comfortable Camping Life

Night falls.

Aaron was lying alone in the tent, bored looking at the stars through the skylight.

It was the first time he ran away from home, and it was the first time he camped alone in the wild, and he was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

The accommodation conditions are naturally incomparable, but the holy dragon brand pillow in his arms, the top-quality magic carpet on his body, and the backpack full of funds under his head still warm his more worldly heart Not a lot.

"go to bed!"

Just as Aaron was about to close his eyes, he frowned involuntarily.

Bang bang bang bang!

From the very top of the Burrow came the sound of ghouls tapping pipes again.

Although he is far away from Aaron, his current physical fitness is several times stronger than that of ordinary people, and he can barely hear this not-so-subtle sound.

Honestly, no one likes sleeping noises, but Aaron couldn't help it with that ghoul either.

After all, the owner of the Burrow never drove or eliminated him, and even Ron Weasley, who was closest to the ghoul, didn't raise any objections.

This meant that the Weasley family was very familiar with this ghoul, and it was not easy for him to have such an acquaintance.

Aaron sighed slightly, raised his palm, and cast a simple soundproof magic on the tent.

With a layer of white light flashing across, the world became much quieter.

However, just when Aaron felt that he could rest, a few small shadows appeared on the tent.

There are very few goblins in the garden who can't sleep and want to find something to do when they have nothing to do. The Burrow will not disturb them, but this tent may not be necessary.

"Ah, these days! I can't even sleep well."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, walked out of the tent, looked at the eight short and fat little guys outside, who looked like fine potatoes, and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to disturb you, you'd better not bother I.

Otherwise, do so at your own risk. "

But these goblins obviously didn't take Aaron's warning to heart, and continued to go their own way, chattering outside the tent.

"Then don't blame me." Aaron shook his head and put Abe in his arms, "Go."

Roar!

Abe let out a low growl, and rushed towards the eight goblins.

With the physical fitness of the Dragon Clan, these harmful garden animals with the same fighting power as weak chickens can easily fight eight of them with one.

At this moment, the door of the Burrow opened suddenly, and Mr. Weasley hurried over with a lamp, "Almost forgot, Aaron, the goblin in the garden, you have to pay attention..."

Before he finished speaking, Arthur's voice stopped abruptly.

Because in front of him, Abbe showed a fighting power that was completely different from his appearance.

It slapped one goblin away with one paw, and caught another goblin that was about to run into the garden. As for the remaining six goblins, they lay on the ground and groaned in pain.

"Mr. Weasley, what's the matter?"

"there is none left.

Just to remind you, I will take care of your magical animal in the future. Arthur smiled far-fetchedly, turned and walked towards the Burrow.

Aaron shrugged, and picked up Abe who was about to wash the ground with the dragon's breath, "Just teach me a lesson, you can't really kill me!"

Abe nodded and followed Aaron back to the tent.

After it showed its strength, the goblins in the garden calmed down a lot. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the frogs in the pond had also calmed down.

......

The next day, Aaron got up early.

He stepped out of the tent and stretched himself in the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

"You're awake." George and Fred came over, "You got up so early! Even my father only got up so early when the Ministry of Magic made surprise inspections."

"Eh... Aren't you too late?"

"It's different. We set the alarm clock on purpose. We usually sleep in at this time!" George said.

"What? Quidditch training early in the morning?"

"There are some reasons for this, but it's not the main reason." Fred said, "I guess Wood will give us a long lecture after school starts. His love for Quidditch is simply more than anyone else."

"I heard that he also asked you to train with him when it rained?"

"It depends on how heavy the rain is." George shrugged, then looked at Aaron's tent, and asked shyly, "Where... is your flying blanket?"

Aaron came to his senses and glanced in the direction of the village, which was still shrouded in darkness.

"No wonder you have to get up so early, it's hard work!"

"We've always been interested in novelty," said Fred, eager in his voice.

Aaron smiled, took out the dark blue blanket from the tent, and spread it in midair.

Looking at the magic carpet floating steadily in mid-air, the Weasley brothers' eyes shone brightly, and they suddenly felt that the broomstick was not good.

"Should we wait for Harry and the others?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"No, it's too late when they wake up."