The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Early morning, camping site on the outskirts of Dean Forest.

There is a moist coolness in the air, and the forest is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the crisp chirping of birds.

Loren woke up.

He felt itchy on his face, his neck, the corners of his mouth, and his face.

After waking up, he discovered that strands of fine brown curly hair were spread out, and several of them were on his face, making it itchy.

Hermione was sleeping soundly facing him. Her long eyelashes were raised and looked very delicate. Her thick hair was everywhere, both on Hermione's face and on his face.

Loren had to carefully shave the hair off her face without disturbing Hermione. She was like an exquisite Barbie doll or Snow White waiting to be awakened.

Loren fumbled out of the soft and warm sleeping bag, stretched out and stretched his soft muscles.

They all slept in a tent last night. The upgraded tent was big enough to hold sleeping bags for two adults, two children, and four people. Monica and Wendell insisted on keeping their two children inside, so Loren and Hermione's sleeping bags next to each other.

He didn't know when Hermione fell asleep last night, but when he opened his eyes for the last time, he saw Hermione's eyelashes trembling, and her face, which was burned red by the bonfire, hadn't calmed down yet.

Loren got dressed and got out of the tent and looked outside.

Wendell and Monica gathered in front of the fire, added a small amount of firewood, and lit a small flame. They set up a simple support on top of the fire and hung a large tin can with the lid open.

Loren took a deep breath of fresh air, walked over, and said hello: "Good morning."

"Good morning - ah~" Wendell yawned as he said it, looking like he didn't get enough sleep.

He handed over a set of disposable toothpaste and toothbrush, "I'll make do with it, we are in the forest after all."

Monica's hair was a little messy, but she was a little more friendly. She showed a gentle smile to Loren: "Just wash up with drinking water, and then we can have breakfast."

Only then did Loren see a kind of soup, or porridge, boiled in the tin can. The canned luncheon meat is added with water, and then the crusty bread is cooked and crumbled in it. It smells both meaty and malty.

The aroma invigorated Loren a lot, and he replied happily: "It smells really good, it must be delicious."

He picked a very tall tree and gave it a taste of the toothpaste that freshened his breath.

Five minutes later, Loren, Monica and Wendell gathered around the fire, holding a spoon in one hand and a small can in the other, and began to taste this British version of convenient pimple soup.

Loren scooped up a spoonful, blew it to cool down, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with a snap of his mouth.

The taste would not be unpalatable, but certainly not delicious. The lunch meat had a strange grease smell, and through the soup, this smell soaked into the bread, making you not want to take another bite after you swallowed it.

He felt that he was not very hungry, so he slowed down his eating speed and asked, "Don't we need to wake Hermione up?"

Wendell ate well and said, "Let her sleep more. I heard her turning over late last night. She probably wasn't used to the new tent."

Monica silently ate with her spoon, slowly but carefully.

She swallowed another mouthful and found it a little difficult to swallow. She looked up at the pot and saw half of it was left.

Monica was silent for a moment and said, "Let's leave some for her and have breakfast when she wakes up."

Loren looked away, pretending not to see Monica's disgusted expression.

There were two people on the field who didn't like this food, but I won't say who.

Monica then asked Wendell: "When will the things from the hotel be delivered?"

"When I called just now, they said it would be quick." Wendell tilted his head and poured the remaining soup and water in the small can into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and sighed with satisfaction.

Monica calmly filled him with another box with a spoon.

Wendell enjoyed his meal.

ten minutes later.

Wendell put the small can and bowl next to him and burped, "I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore."

Monica looked down at the large can box on the shelf that was used as a pot. Only a shallow layer was left inside.

She nodded with satisfaction, "Leave the rest to Hermione."

"Mother?"

Hermione's voice came from behind. Her hair was messy and she was rubbing her eyes with her white fists. "Dad, Loren, good morning."

Wendell smiled cheerfully, "Go brush your teeth and have breakfast."

As he spoke, an electronic sound came from Wendell's pocket. He reached in and turned off the notification bell, "Ha, it seems that the things have been delivered. I'll get the fresh meat. We can have it at noon." It’s barbecue.”

He stood up, waved to Hermione, and ran towards where they parked.

When Hermione came back from washing and sat down, Monica had cooked crusty bread and canned broth for her.

Hermione sat on the small stone, put the spoon into her mouth and took a taste. Then her movements slowed down significantly and her smile stopped.

Monica said with relief: "Your father ate most of the pot, and we only left this little for you. You can't skip breakfast, right?"

Hermione frowned bitterly and struggled to eat spoonful after spoonful.

The hotel's camping service is very attentive. If you want to enjoy nature and enjoy authentic camping, they will give you a special communication phone to ensure that you can call for help in dangerous situations and leave you alone.

If you just want to experience it, there are well-serviced camping areas around the hotel. You can call the waiter anytime and anywhere to help you light the fire and barbecue. In the evening, you can go back to the hotel to stay in a comfortable room in a few steps.

Of course, there is also the Granger family, which is camping but not completely wild, and the hotel can also send various things directly to them.

We have profoundly implemented that sentence, the customer is God.

Wendell called and ordered barbecue props as soon as he got up in the morning. The hotel quickly packaged the props and ingredients and delivered them. The rest is for the customers to do it themselves and enjoy some labor fun.

After Wendell brought back the fresh meat, barbecue sauce and a simple barbecue grill, he and Monica started cutting up the meat.

Loren and Hermione could only watch and had nothing to do.

Loren looked at it for a while and asked, "Do you need help?"

Wendell cut a large piece of beef into slices for easy grilling.

He enjoyed the work very much and said leisurely: "Children cannot use the knife, it is very dangerous."

Loren smiled and said: "No need for a knife, we used magic to cut it quickly."

Hermione nodded, interested in the fact that she had not yet cut the ingredients with a cutting spell.

Although Wendell was very interested in witnessing magic, he thought for a moment and shook his head and refused, "Forget it, camping is just for enjoying the fun of doing it yourself, otherwise the hotel kitchen would have already done it. Spending a little more money can even make it The chef goes out and cooks the meat, but that would be boring.”

Monica was marinating Wendell's cut meat with sauce. She didn't take care of her hair when she got up in the morning, because her hair was very short and she could just tie it up. She looked at Hermione's hair, her curly brown hair spread out in a mess.

The girl is very relaxed when getting along with her family. She doesn't care much about the way her hair looks in front of them, which makes her feel relaxed.

But as a mother, she obviously couldn't think like this. She said, "Hermione, fix your hair and pay attention to your image."

"Oh." Hermione pursed her lips.

She simply tied it up like her mother, but her hair was too fluffy and curly. Without a mirror, she couldn't tie it up neatly just by feeling, but it became even more messy.

Monica sighed, feeling that her daughter was a little messed up when she came back from vacation this time.

Hermione consciously arranged her hair. She shook her head and said briskly: "I see there is a lake ahead on the map. Can we go and play?"

When Loren heard about the lake, he perked up and his eyes lit up.

Where there is water, there are fish, and where there are fish, there are...

"Children can't play in the water." Wendell simply refused.

Loren clapped his hands and said, "Don't worry, we are wizards. How can wizards drown?"

"This-" Wendell hesitated.

Hermione knew who was in charge here, and she begged Monica: "Mum, please, we won't go into the water."

Monica looked at Hermione's scrawled braid and waved her hand in disgust, "Go ahead."

Loren pulled Hermione and ran towards the lake. Before leaving, while Monica wasn't paying attention, he took away a box of her marinated beef mixed with onions and parsley.

The two gradually ran out of sight of the Grangers.

Hermione ran after him for a while, slowed down and hummed: "I didn't expose you just now, why are wizards not afraid of drowning? We haven't learned the head soaking spell yet."

Loren only focused on fish now. He dragged Hermione's arm forward, "These are all small things. Today I will teach you a sport that is as interesting as magic."

Hermione's clever eyes moved swiftly and she let Loren pull her towards the river.

Loren used his transformation technique to skillfully conjure a fishing rod, a small bench, and a plastic bucket.

Hang the onion on the fishhook, flick the small hook, and sit on the small bench. Today will be a fruitful day.

Hermione watched Loren's skillful movements, with a few veins bulging on his forehead, and said angrily: "Is this the sport you said is more interesting than magic? Also, when did you steal a box of beef?"

Loren had a profound and serious look on his face, "You are too young and you don't understand the joy of fishing. As for beef, a wise man who fishes will take advantage of all the conditions around him."

His expression was so serious that Hermione actually believed it.

She followed Loren's example and used transfiguration to make a small bench and a plastic bucket. When she got to the fishing rod, she encountered difficulties.

The use of transformation requires a clear understanding of the target object. Hermione's mind was unclear about the shape and structure of the fishing rod, so the transformation was unsuccessful.

Loren was more than happy to help the newbie, waving his wand and conjuring a brand new fishing rod out of a stone.

He solemnly handed the fishing rod to Hermione and said, "The rod is 3.6 meters long and has a universal sleeve hook. It is the best choice for beginners."

Hermione was shocked: "You didn't even have this attitude when you were studying for the exam!"

Loren was still very serious and explained the fishing precautions in detail: how to swing the hook, where to place the bait, the impact of the sun and temperature on fishing, and how to observe aquatic plants and dynamics.

Hermione had never seen such a serious Loren. If Hogwarts offered a fishing course, he would definitely be the hardest working one.

With complicated thoughts, Hermione, under the guidance of Loren, fished with a hook for the first time.

The fish in this small lake are not easy to catch. There are no nests, and the bait is very random. Loren pulled the hook four times. Either the bait was eaten but no fish were seen, or there were small fish less than two fingers wide. , not interesting at all.

But catching fish is still a very happy thing

Loren happily put Xiao Baitiao into the bucket, and also put some bait in the bucket to make the fish swim more happily in the bucket.

Loren pointed at the fish and showed it off to Hermione, "Look at it, it's wagging its tail happily."

Hermione looked at the few small fish in the bucket. They were swinging their tails in the narrow wooden bucket, struggling and splashing occasionally. Then she looked at Loren's serious smiling face. She was not sure whether he really thought so or was joke.

She ultimately ignored Loren.

Looking back, her float also moved. Hermione lifted the hook. The onions on the hook were gone, but there was no fish, and only a piece of waterweed was pulled up on the hook.

Hermione turned to look at Loren and asked, "Why are you hooking the water plants?"

"Normal," Loren waved his hand, "Fishing will always catch all kinds of things, just like Taobao."

He did not cite examples such as snakes, severed limbs, or carcasses of various animals, for fear of scaring Hermione, a novice fisherman.

The fisherman has a mysterious power and can catch anything except fish.

Hermione looked at the fishhook, and then at the place where she hooked the fish. The lake water was very clear, and there were obviously no aquatic plants underneath.

But Hermione didn't take it to heart. She baited again and set the hook again.

She didn't expect anything to gain. She washed her hands near the lake, loosened her bundled hair, and rearranged it facing the lake.

I don’t know how long it took.

During this period, Loren caught fish several times, but they were all small white fish and the like, which was not considered a harvest.

But Loren seemed very happy. Sure enough, the foreign fish in the Black Lake of Hogwarts are too despicable. I pay for the bait and you just obediently take the bait. This is a good fish.

Hermione has experienced this inefficient method of feeding fish many times.

She only regarded this as a novel experience, and did not let the harvest affect her mood.

Just like this, I was blowing the morning breeze in the forest, breathing the fresh air with the scent of dew vapor and grass leaves, watching Loren throw a fish the size of a finger into the bucket from time to time, and listening to his serious nonsense.

Hermione felt that this kind of camping experience was also very good.

"Hermione! Loren!" Wendell's voice came from behind.

The two turned their heads and saw him swaying towards them.

Wendell stopped next to the two of them and asked in surprise: "Where did your fishing rod come from?"

"Yes, you are wizards!" Before the two of them could answer, he gave the answer himself, with a somewhat excited tone.

For Wendel, a middle-class dentist with a wife and daughter, fishing is no stranger to leisure.

Patients in dental clinics often talk about their fishing experiences. Driving a small sailboat and having a fishing party on the Thames River on weekends is a form of entertainment that many people yearn for.

Familiar friends will also invite Wendell to join them, but Wendell has not tried it yet.