Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Dropping in soon became Luna's habit.

She sat on the side of the small table and succeeded in occupying the position of Laibocha.

But Luna is not here to learn, she spends more time reading there with "Singing and Singing".

She would often lie on the table, clearly sleeping, she must say it is advanced meditation, passed down by Ravenclaw, can improve wisdom.

Ravenclaw's coffin board was almost out of hold.

Luna occasionally wanders in William's house like a ghost, trying to find the hidden unicorn snoring beast.

She still believed that William won the Merlin Medal with this discovery.

Everyone is growing at a different speed.

Especially young children, after seeing one thing, they will pay special attention.

Compared to Luna's habit of visiting, Hermione recently became obsessed with cooking.

In her words: "William, I want to learn how to cook!"

Although Hermione's appearance is not as miserable as Mitsui and not as religious as he wants to play basketball, it is a good start.

William has always believed that there is a dream to encourage.

So almost every morning in his small house, there was a crisp sound of bowling, which kicked off the day.

If it hadn't been for "recovery", at the speed of Hermione's slamming of the disc, it would take about a week for William to declare bankruptcy.

Hermione's academically clever head is not so useful in cooking, she is clumsy.

But she is the least lacking in perseverance, so the ingredients that William stored in the storage room is also quickly consumed, becoming a tool for her practice.

In the morning, Hermione, wearing an apron of the same style as William, showed up in the kitchen on time. While watching the recipe, she fiddled with a small balance.

Hermione hummed a song and weighed the ingredients according to the recipe.

"300 grams of chicken, 300 grams of onion, 3 tablespoons of butter, 3 tablespoons of flour... Wait, how big is this three tablespoon?"

Hermione looked round the three spoons on the shelf.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally compromised the plan and chose the middle one.

After breakfast was prepared, Hermione stood at the top of the stairs and shouted: "William, Annie, Pope Cha, come down for breakfast!"

William walked down from the study on the third floor and sat down at the dining table.

"This Oxford Orange Peel Jam Sandwich is made strictly following your steps. I made this Scottish chicken curry soup according to the recipe. Try it?"

In Hermione's expectant gaze, William picked up the spoon.

He took a bite of the chicken soup, held it in his mouth and swallowed it gently, then covered his throat for a while, and said with difficulty: "It's delicious, it's cream and honey...a bit too much...too bad...water!"

Hermione quickly poured water on William, then patted him on the back again, helping him smoothly.

Wait... William suddenly realized one thing: Wouldn't such a sweet taste temporarily suppress the taste?

Taking advantage of the loss of taste, swallowing Oxford Orange Peel Jam Cake Sandwiches...wouldn’t the pain be much reduced?!

Genius!

Aside, Bobo tea carefully stretched out its paws, and picked up a charred corn intestine from its plate.

He tasted it, and immediately flew its hair, and then vomited it out again with a "pooh", its eyes rolled, its legs stiffened, and it fell to the ground.

"..." William's hands holding the Oxford Orange Peel Sandwich were stiff.

Damn, he is afraid of death!

"Bobocha, what's your reaction? Pretending to be dead?" Hermione pulled Bobocha's tail dissatisfied.

"Hey, where's Anne, don't have breakfast anymore?"

"She turned the window and sneaked to Luna's house before dawn. She said she ate there in the morning." William explained.

Popo Chaye took advantage of the opportunity of the two to chat, got up quickly, spread his paws and fled.

Hermione sighed when Popo Cha ran away.Novel Network www.xiao-shuo.org

She stretched her legs, her arms were hanging weakly and her body leaned forward, putting half of her face on the table, her gaze toward the direction of the window.

"Damn it, it's obviously the same technique, the same weight, why is the taste so weird?"

William didn't run. He lifted Hermione's chin and gently turned her face to his side, only to healed a sigh of relief when the girl was not crying.

William put his hand in Hermione's tousled brown curly hair, touched the girl's head, and softly comforted:

"Hermione, it's not your problem. The taste of English food is not good."

Don't ask, the British food is dark!

It has nothing to do with Hermione!

Hermione stretched out her hand to snatch the jam sandwich from William's hand, took a bite bitterly, her cheeks bulged, and the pear vortex supported her, and hummed vaguely:

"Don't comfort me, I know it's hard to eat..."

"No." William took her half of the sandwich from Hermione's hand, took a bite, and swallowed it without chewing.

After eating two or two bites, he flicked his finger on her smooth forehead and smiled: "It's unpalatable? Who said it's unpalatable, stand up and see if I don't teach her!

Dare to dislike your cooking, when Annie comes back, I will turn her into a cat!

The snacks of Popo Tea should stop too!"

Hermione squinted and smiled, the corners of her mouth cocked, the smile was particularly gentle.

She showed two pear vortices.

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After eating, the two went to the basement again.

William and Hermione stood opposite each other.

"The most important thing about spells is skill, and then accuracy."

"You are now proficient with a few spells, and it is enough to fight against your peers, but if you want to face a more powerful dark wizard, the skills are far from good."

William taught Hermione carefully, and the girl listened hard, preparing to wait for the training to end and write it down in her diary.

Hermione has a diary that specifically writes down what William said, and then goes back to try again.

In fact, William even wanted to create a meditation basin, which could save memories, and he could learn from Hermione the scenes of his battles.

That is the first-hand information.

"Your next goal is to hit these balloons accurately."

William waved his wand and an exhaust ball flew out.

Hermione's wand shook, and it shot out red, but it was tens of thousands of miles away and hit the wall directly.

William shrugged. No matter how powerful the spell is, what's the use of not hitting someone?

William even stood still, Hermione didn't necessarily aim and hit him.

But there is no half-step shortcut to combat, it just requires constant training.

Even if you have learned a lot of magic, you can perform it in private, but it's just playing some fancy moves that seem to be colorful, and once you face the enemy, there is only a dead end.

The way William taught is almost exactly what Professor Flitwick taught him.

Coupled with his constant experience in the time loop, fighting with professors such as Dumbledore and Snape.

However, William didn't let Hermione have all kinds of stubborn intentions. It's a girl's family, how to train a muscle.

William prefers soft cute girls.

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(Thanks to "Feng Ling 15", "Hen*

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