A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 287 Are these lips sweet?

William ignored the sudden appearance of the boba tea and kept his eyes on the pot.

As the butter grew hotter, he gently waved his wand, the cabinet door opened, and six eggs floated out after circling in the air.

"Universal Guidance!" William, his chuunibyou acting up again, gently waved his arm.

The eggs crashed into the pan like comets, the yolks and whites falling into the boiling oil, while the shells flew into the trash can.

The wand trembled again.

The flames turned blue, and one side of the egg mixture began to solidify.

Soon, the egg was flipped over, and both sides turned golden yellow, emitting a rich aroma.

William snapped his fingers, and two plates floated out of the cupboard. He placed the fried eggs on them.

The bacon fell again, tap-dancing on the plate, lining up like obedient children, before dropping into the frying pan...

perfect!

Cooking with magic is so comfortable.

William had the strange feeling that he was watching a Chinese cooking show... It's a pity that food can't glow.

At that moment, Hermione quietly approached and gestured for silence towards Bobo Tea.

She moved slowly like a cat, and as she got closer, she suddenly stuffed a snowball into William's collar.

William had noticed the girl long ago, but he hadn't paid any attention to it.

At this moment, he grinned and pulled a snowball out of his clothes, but as soon as he shrank his neck, the snowball fell onto his back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Hermione quickly helped to scoop out snowballs, but she wasn't really scooping out snowballs; she was actually warming her hands. The icy touch made William gasp several times.

Hermione giggled, warmed her cold little hands, and then withdrew them.

After a bit of playful frolicking, the bacon was cooked. It somersaulted and jumped into the bowl, happily waiting to be eaten.

After dinner, William began to give Hermione rehabilitation therapy.

So-called rehabilitation treatments are nothing more than internal and external medications, plus magic therapy.

Hermione needs to drink a whole pot of revealing potion, followed by a hair-suppressing agent.

Hermione is in much better condition than before; most of her cat-like features are gone.

However, he still has cat ears and is all furry... but you can't tell anything from his clothes.

Of course, there was still a long, thin tail that hadn't been removed yet, and William planned to get rid of it for her one last time.

After drinking the potion, William sat cross-legged with Hermione resting her head on his lap. He gently removed the girl's top and began to transform her.

It took a full hour for the cat's fur to decrease slightly.

This frustrated Hermione, and measuring her length with a ruler every hour became a habitual action for her.

So you can say whatever you want, but you can't just drink any kind of magic potion.

Drinking potions recklessly comes at a high price, and recovery is a skill; if Hermione relies solely on the potion of revelation, she won't be able to return to her original form by the start of the next semester.

After finishing their rehabilitation work for the day, the two went out into the yard. After the heavy snow, the clouds hung low, and a large patch of magnificent fiery clouds filled the sky.

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

—William and Hermione.

Hermione seemed quite pleased with her artwork; she smiled, stood up, clapped her hands, and went inside.

William sat in the doorway, staring blankly into space. Hermione moved a plush recliner over and lay down next to him. Once down, she rocked back and forth, humming a tuneless Scottish song.

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

"Let's go catch fish? The koi in the river have been fattened up for a semester, we'll eat them tonight."

There is a small river that circles around the house, where William keeps many fish.

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

The river was frozen, and the reeds along the riverbank, which were taller than a person, were covered with snowflakes. A cold wind blew, and the snowflakes drifted down, like willow catkins filling the sky.

Both of them were wearing warm-up badges, so they weren't cold at all; in fact, they were quite warm.

Hermione, holding an umbrella, was only interested in admiring the scenery, while William waved his wand, creating a wooden elevated ferry crossing that stretched a meter out over the water.

As the snow fell heavily, William chiseled a hole in the ice and added some "diving ingredients" containing dragon's blood.

Dragon's blood is fatally attractive to most animals, and it can definitely attract most fish.

The two had only been sitting there for five minutes when five or six koi fish swam out from under the ice.

Hermione held a small telescope and peered into the distance through the wind and snow.

This place is a flat area halfway up the mountain, from which you can see the village.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "There are so many people at the Burrow!"

"They're all journalists," William said softly.

"What are they here for?"

"Want to interview Mr. Weasley?" William pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet from his ring.

The note read: "Arthur Weasley, head of the Department of Investigations into the Misuse of Muggle Items at the Ministry of Magic, has been fined fifty Galleons for enchanting a Muggle car. His son, Ron Weasley, assaulted the son of a school board member at school..."

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

Hermione folded the newspaper and noticed some snowflakes on William's shoulder. She gently brushed them off and then moved the umbrella closer to him.

"They only came at Christmas, hoping to see if Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would return, but they went to Romania."

"What if they come here?" Hermione asked worriedly.

She doesn't want to be photographed by reporters in this state!

"No, they won't," William reassured her. "I've cast a Fidelity Charm around the house; they can't get in."

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

Hermione hung thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe all over the room, while William dragged a cedar tree and made it into a Christmas tree, which was sparkling with golden stars.

The two worked until evening before they had almost finished decorating the house. William started cooking, and Hermione helped him.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and even though it's just the two of us and our two cats, dinner is still a very lavish affair.

After dinner, William practiced magic with Hermione for a while.

After the girl was exhausted, the two little ones, covered with a thick blanket, curled up on the sofa to watch a movie.

The sofa William bought was huge; when the backrests were folded down, it was practically like a bed.

At that moment, the movie "Bram Stoker's Dracula" was playing on TV, which tells the story of vampires.

In 1992, there weren't many entertainment options, and the number of well-known classic movies was limited.

Hermione insisted on staying up until tomorrow morning to see her Christmas presents before going to sleep, so neither of them went back to their room and they planned to stay up all night on the sofa.

For this purpose, she also prepared many movie videotapes, such as "Porco Rosso" and "Scent of a Woman".

William had seen most of them in his previous life, so he fell asleep on the sofa before he even finished watching the first one.

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

Hermione lay on her side next to William, carefully lowering her head, gazing at the face she had never looked at so closely before, using the dim light of the room as a guide.

A strand of brown hair from the girl's temple fell over William's eyes, and the boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She suddenly lowered her head.

Touch,

They then separated.

Hermione gently rested her head on William's arm and then wrapped herself in the blanket.

In the darkness,

She touched her burning cheeks and licked her lips.

like,

I didn't feel anything.

The book says...it's very sweet!

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(End of this chapter)