Visiting each other quickly became Luna's habit.

She sat on the side of the small table and successfully occupied the position of Laibo Tea.

However, Luna did not come to study, she spent more time reading "Singing the Contradictory" there.

She often lie on the table, sleeping, and insists on advanced meditation, which was passed down by Ravenclaw, which can improve wisdom.

Ravenclaw's coffin board was almost out of control.

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

She still believes that William received the Merlin Order with this discovery.

Everyone is growing, and the speed is different.

Especially young children, after they determine something, they will be particularly attentive.

Compared to Luna's visiting habits, Hermione has been fascinated by cooking recently.

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

Although Hermione is not as miserable as Mitsui and not as pious as he wants to play basketball, it is also a good start.

William always believed that having dreams should be encouraged.

So in his little house, there was a crisp sound of bowls throwing up almost every morning, opening the prelude to the day.

If it weren't for the "recovery as before", at the speed of Hermione's throwing the saucer, William would have declared bankruptcy in less than a week.

Hermione's smart head is not that effective in cooking, and she is simply clumsy.

But she was the least lacking in perseverance, so the ingredients that William stored in the storage room were also consumed quickly, becoming her tool for practicing.

In the morning, Hermione appeared in the kitchen in the same style as William, wearing an apron, and she was fiddling with a small balance while looking at the recipe.

Hermione hummed and weighed the ingredients as required on the recipe.

"300 grams of chicken, 300 grams of onion, 3 tablespoons of cream, 3 tablespoons of flour... wait, what size is this three tablespoons?"

Hermione's eyes were sweeping around three tablespoons large, medium and small on the shelf.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally got a compromise on the plan and chose the one in the middle.

After breakfast was ready, Hermione stood at the stairs and shouted, "William, Anne, Bobocha, 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 according to your steps. I made this Scottish Curry Chicken Soup according to the recipe. Try it?"

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

He scooped a mouthful of chicken soup, put it in his mouth and swallowed it gently, after a moment, he covered his throat and said with difficulty: "It's delicious, but the cream and honey... a little too much... too sucky... water!"

Hermione quickly poured water for William and patted him on the back to help him get angry.

Wait... William suddenly realized one thing: wouldn't such a sweet taste be temporarily used?

Taking advantage of the current loss of taste, swallow the Oxford Orange Peel Jam Cake Sandwich... Wouldn't the pain be relieved a lot?!

Genius!

Bobocha carefully stretched out his claws and snatched a charred corn intestine from its plate.

After tasting it, it suddenly burst out and spit out again with a "pah". Its eyes rolled, its legs stiffened, and it fell to the ground.

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

Damn, he is afraid of death!

"Bobocha, what are your reactions? Pretend to die?" Hermione pulled Bobocha's tail in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, where is the Anne, no breakfast?"

"Before dawn, she climbed through the window and sneaked to Luna's house. She said she would eat there in the morning," William explained.

Bobo Chaye took advantage of the opportunity of chatting, quickly stood up, spread his claws and escaped.

Only when Bobocha ran away did Hermione sigh.

She stretched her legs, her arms were hanging weakly and leaned forward, putting half of her face on the table, her eyes facing out the window.

"Damn it, it's obviously the same technique and the same amount, why does it taste so weird?"

William did not run away. He lifted Hermione's chin and gently turned her face to his side. He found that the girl was not crying, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

William inserted his hand into Hermione's chaotic brown curly hair, touched the girl's head, and comforted her softly:

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

Don't ask, even if British food is dark!

It has nothing to do with Hermione!

Hermione reached out and grabbed the jam sandwich from William's hand, took a bite, her cheeks bulging, and she supported her dimples, and she hummed in a vague manner:

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

"No." William took away the sandwich she had eaten half from Hermione, bit it in one bite, and swallowed it without chewing it.

After he finished a few bites, he flicked his fingers on her smooth forehead and smiled and said, "It's not delicious? Who said it's not delicious? Come out and see if I don't teach her a lesson!

I dare to dislike the food you cook, and when Annie comes back, I will turn her into a cat!

Snap off the snacks of Bobo Tea!”

Hermione squinted her eyes and smiled, her mouth raised, and her smile was particularly gentle.

She exposed two dimples.

...

...

After dinner, the two went to the basement again.

William and Hermione stood opposite each other.

"The most important thing about spell casting is to be proficient, and then it is accuracy."

"You are now proficient in a few spells, and it's enough to fight with your peers, but if you want to face a more powerful black wizard, your skills are far from enough."

William taught Hermione seriously, and the girl also listened hard, preparing to wait until the training was over and recorded in her diary.

Hermione has a diary that specifically records what William said, and then goes back and ponderes it over and over again.

In fact, William wanted to make a meditation basin that could preserve memories and learn from the scenes he had fought for Hermione.

That's the first-hand information.

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

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

Hermione's wand swung, and a red glow shot out, but it strayed thousands of miles 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 correctly and then hit him.

But there is no shortcut to combat, it just requires continuous training.

Even if you can recite a lot of magic and can still perform it in private, you can only perform some fancy moves that seem to be a fancy one. Once you face the enemy, you will have no way to die.

The way William taught was almost what Professor Fleeve taught him.

In addition, he has been exploring the experience he has constantly fought with professors such as Dumbledore and Snape in the time loop.

However, William did not want Hermione to lift all kinds of iron. It’s a girl’s house, what’s the matter with training all her muscles?

William prefers soft and cute girls.

...

...

(Thanks to "First Five-Year Plan" and "Shen*

The rewards of the two bigwigs)

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Chapter completed!