Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!William ignored the popping tea, still staring at the pot.

The butter was getting hot, his wand lightly waved, the cabinet door opened, and six eggs circled the sky and floated out.

"Vientiane Tianyin!" William, who had suffered a second illness again, lightly moved his arm.

The eggs are like comets, crashing into the pot, the yolk and egg white are all falling into the hot oil, and the egg shells fly into the trash can.

The wand trembled again.

The flame turned blue, and the egg liquid began to condense.

Soon, the egg turned over, and the color on both sides turned golden yellow, exuding a strong fragrance.

William snapped his fingers, and two plates floated out of the cabinet, and he put the fried eggs on them.

The bacon fell down again, tap danced on the plate, lined up, like a good baby, fell into the pan...

perfect!

Cooking with magic is so comfortable.

It actually gave William the illusion that he was photographing the young master of China... It's a pity that food can't shine.

At this moment, Hermione walked quietly and silently silenced Popo Cha.

She moved slowly like a cat, and when she approached, she suddenly stuffed a snowball into William's collar.

William had noticed the girl long ago, but he didn't care.

At this moment, he grinned and took out the snowball from his clothes, but when his neck shrank, the snowball fell on his back.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Hermione also hurriedly helped pick out the snowball, where she was picking the snowball, obviously she was holding her hand, and the cold touch made William even more breathless.

Hermione giggled, warmed her cold little hand, and closed it back.

There was a frolic, and the bacon was cooked. They turned over again, jumped into the bowl, and waited happily to be eaten.

After eating, William began to give Hermione rehabilitation treatment.

The so-called rehabilitation therapy is nothing more than internal use, external use, plus magic therapy.

Hermione needs to drink a pot of Visibility Potion and mix it with hair suppressant.

Hermione's current condition is much better than before, most of the cat features on her face are gone.

But it's still wearing cat ears, and the whole body is fluffy... but you can't see anything in the clothes.

Of course, there is still a slender tail, which has not been eliminated, and William is going to help her to remove it at the end.

After drinking the potion, William sat cross-legged, Hermione resting on his lap, and he gently took off the girl's coat to transform her body.

After a full hour, the cat's hair was slightly reduced.

This made Hermione very frustrated, and measuring her length with a ruler every hour had become her habitual movement.

So, you can talk nonsense, but you can't drink potions.

Drinking potions indiscriminately is costly, and recovery is a technical job. If she only relies on revealing potions, Hermione will not be able to change back to her original appearance at the beginning of the next semester.

After today's rehabilitation work was over, the two walked into the yard. After the heavy snow, the clouds were drooping and the sky was a large splendid fire cloud.

Hermione ran around in the snow, trying to build two crooked snowmen.

——William, Hermione.

Hermione seemed to be satisfied with her artistic creation, smiled, stood up, clapped her hands, and entered the room.

William sat in the doorway, staring at it, Hermione also moved a velvet deck chair, lay down beside him, swayed after lying down, babbling, singing an untuned Scottish tune.

William glanced at the two pitiful snowmen, sat up and asked with a smile:

"Go catch the fish? The koi in the river have been raised for a semester. It's time for fattening. We will eat them at night."

Around the house, there is a small river around, and William stocks many fish.

William led Hermione along a rocky path in the yard towards the river.

The river was frozen, and the reeds on the water's edge were taller than people covered with snowflakes. The cold wind blew by and the snowflakes drifted away like catkins in the sky.

Both of them wear warm-up badges, not only are they not cold, but they are very warm.

Hermione was holding an umbrella and just looking at the scenery, while William waved his magic wand and built a wooden overhead ferry with water up to one meter long.uu library www.uusk.net

The heavy snow flew, William dug a hole in the ice, and added some magical material containing dragon blood to the nest.

The attraction of dragon blood to most animals is fatal, and it can definitely attract most fish.

The two of them sat here for only five minutes, and five or six koi swam under the ice.

Hermione took the small binoculars and looked into the distance through the wind and snow.

They belonged to a flat ground in the middle of the mountain, from here you can see the scene of the village.

Hermione was suddenly surprised: "There are many people in the Burrow!"

"It's all reporters," William said softly.

"What are they doing here?"

"I want to interview Mr. Weasley." William took a copy of the Daily Prophet from the ring.

It reads-Arthur Weasley, the director of the Muggle Abuse Investigation Department of the Ministry of Magic, was fined fifty gallons for enchanting a Muggle car, and his son Ron Weasley Attacked the school manager’s son at the school...

"Aren't these reporters going home for Christmas?"

Hermione folded the newspaper and saw a little snowflake on William's shoulder. After helping him gently knock it off, Hermione moved the umbrella toward him.

"They came only at Christmas, wanting to see if Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley will come back, but they both went to Romania."

"Will they come to us?" Hermione said worriedly.

She looks like this, but she doesn't want to be photographed by reporters!

"No." William comforted."I cast a loyalty curse around the house. They can't get in."

After catching four or five fish, William took Hermione back to the cabin, and they began to decorate the room.

Hermione hung the room with thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe, and William dragged a cedar to make a Christmas tree with golden stars shining.

The two were busy until the evening when they almost arranged the house. William began to cook, and Hermione was there to help.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, even if there are only two people and two cats, dinner is still very rich.

After eating, William took Hermione to practice magic for a while.

After the girl was exhausted, two small people, under a thick blanket, huddled on the sofa to watch a movie.

The sofa that William bought at the time was very large, with the baffle folded down, almost like a bed.

At this time, the movie "Four Hundred Years of Shocking Love" was playing on TV, telling the story of vampires.

In the era of 1992, there were not many entertainment facilities, and only those classic movies were familiar.

Hermione insisted on staying up until tomorrow morning, seeing her Christmas present before going to bed, so neither of them returned to the room, and planned to stay up on the sofa tonight.

To this end, she also prepared many movie videos such as "Porco Rosso" and "Scent of a Woman".

Most of William had read it in his previous life, so he fell asleep on the sofa before he finished reading the first part.

As the champion of staying up late, Hermione yawned and became sleepy. She stood up barefoot, turned off the TV and lights, and then quickly crawled back under the blanket like a cat.

Hermione was lying on her side next to William, her head carefully lowered, and with the dim light of the room, she looked at the face she had never stared at so close.

A strand of brown hair fell from the girl's temples to William's eyes, and the boy's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She suddenly lowered her head,

Touch,

Then separated.

Hermione put her head lightly on William's arm, and then wrapped it in a blanket.

In the dark,

She touched her hot cheeks, then licked her lips.

like,

It feels nothing.

What the book says...is it sweet?

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