Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Little Hermione repeatedly promised that she would never tell her parents, but Robert was still worried.

Children of this age will talk in their sleep when they sleep!

If she keeps talking about not telling her parents, but ends up telling her at night...

Forget it. Robert sighed and could only accept his fate, It's called Opal. Do you want to hug it?

Well... Little Hermione looked at the white tiger and then at the opal, seeming a little confused.

Robert didn't wait for her to make a choice and put the stupid bird in her arms.

Little Hermione was startled and exclaimed before hugging Opal.

Then, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Opal's body.

Rubbed again.

Finally, the little face pressed against it and rubbed against it.

So soft! Little Hermione's eyes lit up, Like fluff!

Fuzz...? Robert heard her words and subconsciously looked at the white tiger. The white tiger was licking its paws. He felt Robert's gaze and stared back.

How dare you let your stupid bird bully me? !

Believe it or not, I'll scratch your face!

Robert touched his nose, this seems to be really my fault.

After all, it was he who had forgotten to feed Opal, causing it to come looking for him in the attic.

By the way, the little guy is quite smart. It seems that he can find himself accurately no matter where he is.

I'm going to get it some food. Robert stood up, thought for a moment, and then asked, Do you want something to drink?

Little Hermione subconsciously looked at the stairs at the attic, and then asked in a low voice, Is there any cherry-flavored soda?

There should be. Robert smiled, Would you like to try the peach flavor? It's pretty good too!

Is it okay? little Hermione asked happily, but then became dejected again, Let's forget it. If mom and dad find out, they will definitely say that they need to protect their teeth.

Well, if you want to drink, I can help you find a way, one that won't be educated by your parents! Robert blinked.

Little Hermione blinked, Really?

Really! Robert nodded, Believe me!

Little Hermione smiled sweetly.

After walking downstairs, Elsa was still chatting with Mrs. Granger, and Cliff was still discussing the product packaging design with Mr. Granger.

Robert took out the marinated chicken skewers and threw them in the oven.

A quarter of an hour later, Robert returned to the attic.

Here comes the soda. Robert said, and little Hermione was startled by him.

You, why don't you make any sound when you walk! She couldn't help complaining, I thought it was daddy coming up.

After saying that, she shrugged her nose and her eyes fell on the tray in Robert's hand, It smells so good!

On the tray were two glasses, two cans of soda, a plate of yakitori, and a side of lettuce leaves.

It's just baked. If you're hungry, just eat two skewers. Robert picked up the glass and placed it in front of the two of them, opened the can and poured in soda. Look, this is enough. You can taste two flavors of soda.

Little Hermione stuck out her tongue, Oh, why didn't I think of this method just now?

Then, she lowered her head with a sad expression, It seems like I don't have any friends to share soda drinks with...

Well, in that case, you are welcome to visit my house at any time. I believe Mr. and Mrs. Granger will also be happy that you have an extra friend. Robert rubbed her little head and suggested.

Little Hermione showed a happy expression, then wrinkled her nose and raised her head high, like a proud princess, Okay, since you said so, then I will accept you as my friend!

You're welcome at any time. Robert stretched out his hand and shook Hermione's little hand, But now, can you return the opal to me? It's feeding time. If it doesn't have enough to eat, it will definitely run downstairs and dig through it. Looking for something to eat. Robert held out his hand to little Hermione.

Little Hermione wrinkled her little nose, a little reluctant.

The opal feels so good, I don’t want to let it go!

Besides, the chicken skewers won't taste good when they're cold! Robert picked up a skewer of chicken, waved it in front of little Hermione, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

Hmm, I'll try making it into chicken meatballs next time.

Add crispy bones and roll it into meatballs with the chicken, which gives it a crunchy bite.

After looking at the chicken skewers and then at the opal, little Hermione struggled for a moment and then put the opal down.

Escaped from her restraints, Opal bounded over to Robert.

The chicken is very tender, and it takes little effort to bite into it. Roll it up with lettuce leaves and stuff it into your mouth, which will give you a refreshing feeling.

Opal was eating very happily, his little eyes narrowed, and his little white tail curled up and down.

When it was almost done eating, Robert poked its belly with a weird look on his face, as if he just remembered it, and murmured to himself, Speaking of which, you seem to have eaten your own kind...is it really okay? ?”

Opal stiffened and looked at little Hermione for help.

Chicken, Phylum Chordata - Subphylum Vertebrates - Class Aves - Superorder Acantothorax - Order Galliformes, is indeed a bird. Hermione nodded her little head and explained seriously.

Robert was shocked. How could you remember this long list of nouns?

Maybe this is talent!

He was so emotional.

Opal was already shaking and starting to burst into tears.

Hold on, Robert has a headache. Is the little guy possessed by a drama spirit? Why don't you cry so hard!

A small hand poked Opal's belly. Little Hermione raised her head and looked at Robert in confusion, Is it hungry? Why is it crying all the time...

Robert turned his head silently, coughed, and then said, No, it's just acting coquettishly.

Coquettishly? Little Hermione tilted her head, Like a cat?

The white tiger's ears twitched and he immediately stood on all fours with sharp eyes.

I don’t know how to act coquettishly!

White tigers don't act coquettishly. Robert took the cat into his arms and rubbed it, restricting its movements, for fear that it would go up and scratch Hermione's paws.

Bai Hu expressed satisfaction with Robert's caress and patted his arm to express comfort.

Of course, if you have catnip and dried fish, that's another story. Robert revealed without hesitation.

Catnip? Hermione was curious, What kind of mint is that? Do cats like to eat that kind of thing? Shouldn't they eat meat or cat food?

Hmm... Robert thought for a while and then said, It's just a kind of mint, but cats will become very... decadent after smelling it...

Forgive him and can only describe it as decadent.

Because he really couldn't find any other words to describe the cat in that situation.

What a shame!