William ignored the sudden appearance of Bobo Tea and stared at the pot.

The butter gradually became hot, and his wand gently waved, the cabinet door opened, and six eggs circled around the sky and floated out.

"Everything is inspiring!" William, who had been ill again in the second half of the country, made a light move on his arm.

The eggs were like comets, bumping into the pot, the yolks and egg whites fell into the boiling oil, while the egg shells flew into the trash can.

The wand shook again.

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

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

William snapped his fingers, and two plates floated out of the cabinet, and he placed the fried egg on it.

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

Perfect!

Cooking with magic is so comfortable.

It actually made William feel like he was filming Chinese primary school leaders... It's a pity that the food cannot shine.

At this time, Hermione walked quietly and made a ban on the sound of Bobocha.

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

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

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

"Sorry, sorry!"

Hermione also helped to get the snowball. She didn't get the snowball. She was obviously covering her hands, and the cold touch made William suck several breaths of air conditioning.

Hermione giggled, warmed up her cold little hands before retracting them.

After a while of play, the bacon was ripe. They turned around and jumped into the bowl, waiting happily for it to be eaten.

After dinner, William began to provide Hermione with rehabilitation treatment.

The so-called rehabilitation treatment is nothing more than internal treatment, external use, and magical therapy.

Hermione needs to drink a pot of stympotence and then use it with hair inhibitors.

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

But he was still pressed against the cat's ears and his whole body was furry... but he couldn't tell anything while wearing clothes.

Of course, there was also a slender tail that had not been eliminated yet, and William was about to help her get rid of it.

After drinking the potion, William sat cross-legged, Hermione rested on his lap, and he gently took off the girl's top and transformed her body.

It took an hour to go, the cat's hair slightly decreased.

This frustrated Hermione, and measuring the length with a ruler every hour has become her habitual movement.

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

Drinking potions is expensive, and recovery is a technical job. If you rely solely on exposing potions, Hermione will not be able to return to her original appearance at the beginning of the next semester.

After today's rehabilitation work, the two walked into the yard. After the heavy snow, the clouds hang down and a large area of ​​gorgeous fire in the sky.

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

William, Hermione.

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

William sat at the door, staring blankly attentively. Hermione also moved a velvet lounge chair and lay down beside him. After lying down, he swayed, sang untuned Scottish music.

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

"Go to catch fish? The koi in the river has been raised for a semester and it's time to fatten them. We'll eat them tonight."

Around the house, there was a small river surrounding it, and William stocked a lot of fish.

William took Hermione along a rocky path in the yard and headed towards the river.

The river water was frozen, and the reeds taller than people around the water were covered with snowflakes. The cold wind blew by, and the snowflakes drifted like catkins all over the sky.

Both of them were wearing warm-up badges, which were not only not cold, but were very warm.

Hermione held an umbrella and was only concerned about watching the scenery, while William waved his wand and built a wooden overhead ferry that was one meter long out of the water.

It was snowing heavily, and William dug a hole in the ice surface and added some magical materials to make a nest containing dragon blood.

Dragon blood is fatal to most animals and can definitely attract most fish.

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

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

They belong to a flat ground on the hill, and you can see the scene in the village from here.

Hermione suddenly said in surprise: "There are many people in the Burrow!"

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

"What are they here for?"

"I want to interview Mr. Weasley." William took out a daily newspaper from the ring.

It says Arthur Weasley, director of the Department of Magic’s investigation of the abuse of Muggle Items, was fined fifty for imposing magic on a Muggle car, Gallon, whose son Ron Weasley attacked the school director’s son at school…

"Don't these reporters go home on Christmas?"

Hermione folded the newspaper and saw some snowflakes falling on William's shoulder. After gently knocking him off, she moved the umbrella toward him.

"They came only on Christmas. I wanted 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 now, and she doesn't want to be photographed by reporters!

"No," William comforted. "I cast a spell of loyalty around the house, and they can't get in."

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

Hermione hung a thick band of holly and mistletoe in the room, and William dragged a cedar to form a Christmas tree with golden stars shining on it.

The two of them worked until the evening before almost the house was laid out. William started cooking, and Hermione was helping.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and even if there are only two people and two cats, the supper is still very sumptuous.

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

After the girl was exhausted, two small people, covered with a thick blanket, hugged on the sofa to watch a movie.

William bought a large sofa at that time and folded the baffle down, just like a bed.

At this time, the movie "Four Hundred Years of Shocking Love" is being played on TV, telling the story of a vampire.

In this era of 1992, there were not many entertainment facilities, and there were only a few classic movies that were familiar to you.

Hermione insisted on staying up until tomorrow morning and went to bed after seeing her Christmas gifts, so neither of them returned to her room and were about to stay up late on the sofa tonight.

For this purpose, she also prepared many movie video tapes such as "Red Pig" and "Smelling the Fragrance to Know Women".

William had seen most of the previous life, so before he finished watching the first part, he fell asleep on the sofa.

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

Hermione lay on his side beside William, carefully lowering her head, looking at the face she had never stared at so close with the shimmer of the room.

The girl's sideburns had a strand of brown hair, drooping to William's eyes, and the boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She suddenly bowed her head,

Touch,

Then they separated.

Hermione gently laid her little head on William's arm, and then wrapped it in a blanket.

In the dark night,

She touched her hot cheeks and licked her lips again.

like,

Nothing feels like nothing.

What the book says...is very sweet?

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Chapter completed!