A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 225 Hermione's New Hobby

Visiting other people's homes quickly became a habit for Luna.

She sat down at one side of the small table and successfully secured a spot for Bobo Tea.

However, Luna wasn't there to study; she spent most of her time reading "The Quibbler."

She would often lie on the table, clearly asleep, but insisted on calling it advanced meditation, a Ravenclaw tradition, that could enhance wisdom.

Ravenclaw is turning in his grave.

Luna would occasionally wander around William's house like a ghost, trying to find the hidden unicorn.

She still believed that William received the Order of Merlin because of this discovery.

Everyone is growing, just at different rates.

Young children, in particular, will put their heart and soul into something once they set their mind on it.

Compared to Luna's habit of visiting others, Hermione has recently become obsessed with cooking.

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

Hermione's appearance wasn't as miserable as Mitsui's, nor was she as devoted to playing basketball as he was, but it was still a good start.

William has always believed that dreams should be encouraged.

So almost every morning in his little house, the crisp sound of bowls being smashed would begin the day.

If it weren't for the "restored to its original state" ability, given Hermione's speed in smashing plates, it probably wouldn't have taken more than a week for William to declare bankruptcy.

Hermione's brilliant mind is not so useful when it comes to cooking; she's practically clumsy.

But she was also incredibly persistent, so the ingredients William had stored in the pantry were quickly being used up, becoming tools for her to practice.

In the morning, Hermione appeared in the kitchen on time, wearing the same style apron as William. She looked at the recipe while fiddling with a small scale.

Hermione hummed a song as she 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 3 tablespoons?"

Hermione's gaze swept over the three spoons of different sizes on the shelf.

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

After preparing breakfast, Hermione stood at the top of the stairs and called out, "William, Anne, Bobo, come down for breakfast!"

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

"This Oxford orange marmalade sandwich was made exactly according to your instructions. This Scottish curry chicken soup was made following the recipe. Would you like to try some?"

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

He scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, held it in his mouth, and swallowed it gently. After a moment, he covered his throat and said with difficulty, "It's delicious, but there's... a bit too much cream and honey... too sweet... watery!"

Hermione quickly poured William water and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

Wait a minute... William suddenly realized something: wouldn't such a sweet taste temporarily impair the sense of taste?

While I'm currently suffering from loss of taste, wouldn't it be much less painful to just swallow an Oxford orange peel jam sandwich whole?!

Genius!

Bobo Tea cautiously stretched out its paw and scooped up a charred corn sausage from its dish.

It tasted it, immediately bristled, spat it out with a "pui" sound, rolled its eyes, its four legs stiffened, and it collapsed to the ground.

"..." William's hand holding the Oxford orange peel marmalade sandwich froze.

Damn it, he's afraid of dying!

"BoBo Cha, what's with your reaction? Playing dead?" Hermione tugged at BoBo Cha's tail in annoyance.

"Hey, where's Annie? Isn't she going to eat breakfast?"

"She sneaked out the window before dawn and went to Luna's house, saying she'd eat breakfast there," William explained.

Taking advantage of the two chatting, Bobo Chaye quickly stood up, let go of her claws, and ran away.

Once Bobo Tea was far away, Hermione sighed deeply.

She stretched out her legs, her arms hanging limply at her sides, and leaned forward, resting half of her face on the table, her gaze directed towards the window.

"Damn it, it's the same method, the same amount of ingredients, so why does it taste so weird?"

William didn't run away. He lifted Hermione's chin and gently turned her face to his side. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the girl wasn't crying.

William ran his hand through Hermione's messy brown curls, patted the girl's head, and whispered comfortingly:

"Hermione, it's not your fault. British food is just not very good to begin with."

Don't ask, the answer is that British food is all terrible!

It has nothing to do with Hermione!

Hermione snatched the jam sandwich from William's hand, took a nasty bite, her cheeks puffed out, dimples bulging, and mumbled angrily:

"Don't try to comfort me, I know it tastes awful..."

"No, I didn't." William took the half-eaten sandwich from Hermione, took a bite, and swallowed it without even chewing.

After he finished eating in a few bites, he flicked her smooth forehead with his finger and laughed, "Disgusting? Who said it was disgusting? Step forward, and I'll teach her a lesson!"

If you dare complain about your cooking, wait until Annie comes back, I'll turn her into a cat!

Stop having snacks with Boba Tea!

Hermione smiled, her eyes narrowing and the corners of her mouth turning up, her smile especially gentle.

She revealed two dimples.

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After finishing their meal, the two went to the basement.

William and Hermione stood facing each other.

"The most important thing about spellcasting is skill in casting, and then accuracy."

"You've mastered a few spells now, enough to fight against your peers, but if you want to face a more powerful dark wizard, your skills are far from sufficient."

William patiently instructed Hermione, and the girl listened attentively, preparing to record the lessons in her diary after the training was over.

Hermione kept a diary where she would write down what William said and then ponder it over and over again.

Actually, William wanted to create a Pensieve, something that could preserve memories so that Hermione could learn from his battles.

That's firsthand information.

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

William waved his wand, and a row of balloons flew out.

Hermione swung her wand, and a beam of red light shot out, but it went way off course and smashed directly into the wall.

William shrugged. What's the use of a powerful spell if it can't hit anyone?

Even if William stood still, Hermione might not be able to aim accurately and hit him.

But there are no shortcuts in combat; it requires constant training.

Even if one memorizes a whole bunch of spells and can cast them in private, it's just a bunch of fancy but seemingly elaborate moves. Once in battle, there's only one way out: death.

William taught in almost the same way that Professor Frivi taught him.

In addition, there was the experience he gained from constantly fighting professors like Dumbledore and Snape in time loops.

However, William didn't want Hermione to lift weights; what kind of girl would she be if she built up a muscular physique?

William prefers cute and cuddly girls.

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(Thanks to "Fengling Shiwu" and "Hen*")

(Donations from the two big shots, "Vampire Count")

(End of this chapter)