The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Hermione sniffed, put the quilt back to its original place, and then moved out several large boxes of handicrafts from the attic, intending to restore the room to its original state.

Clay dolls are placed at the door, watercolor paintings are placed on the wall, and puppets are stitched together from rags...

After walking all the way, Hermione saw a row of Coke bottles neatly arranged in a corner.

This guy keeps hiding Coke bottles in his bedroom? !

Hermione burst out laughing, pouting and scolding: "Sloppy, lazy, bad character..."

After counting out 20 of Loren's shortcomings, Hermione pressed the tip of her red nose with the back of her hand. She felt much more comfortable and no longer as sad as before.

She came to the courtyard to practice the Patronus Charm, and the silvery white light illuminated the green branches and leaves. She was in the study room, flipping through the handwriting and books she had brought from school, and previewing the teaching content for the next semester.

Busy figures appeared everywhere in the house, until the golden afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room. Hermione closed the book and walked out of the room, sitting quietly on the sofa, waiting for her parents to come home...

After Loren said goodbye to the Grangers, he came out of the villa and got into the passenger seat of Bates.

The separation is only temporary, and they will meet again. With Bates by his side, Loren's suppressed emotions slowly relax.

"I bought a house in London, and we are going to settle down in London!" Bates turned the steering wheel and drove out of Hampstead Gardens along the road.

Loren sat in the car with peace of mind and let Bates take him away: "What about the Alpine Ranch? Should we go back?"

Bates stared at the road and the traffic, and smiled heartily: "If you don't go back, is there anyone you can't bear to leave?"

For decades, Bates imprisoned himself on the mountain, had no contact with other people, and had no nostalgia for the people in that town.

Loren shook his head, he didn't either.

The two drove all the way into the city and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of daily necessities. Bates even ordered a freshly slaughtered lamb.

"We agreed, didn't we? We want to have roast lamb. Come on, let's go home and roast the lamb." Bates put a whole fan of lamb into the trunk, closed the back cover of the car, and walked back to the cab.

Loren followed and got into the passenger seat. He held an ice cream cone in his hand and licked it in small mouths. It was ice cold. It was so sweet, Loren narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.

He asked comfortably: "I saw you bought a lot of other dishes. There are only two of us. Have you finished eating?"

"Eat slowly if you can't finish it." Bates started the engine and drove back to their new home.

Bates learned his driving skills in the army, and driving is very easy. "How are you enjoying your time at Hermione's house during the holidays?"

"Very good. Wendell took us camping in the Dean Forest and visited the Queen's hunting house." Loren watched the ice cream melting and licked faster.

"I really don't understand what you young people think. What fun is there in camping and sleeping in the wild?" When Bates was young, he often camped in the wild with the troops and didn't think it was an interesting activity.

"This is the generation gap!" Loren was concentrating on the urgent ice cream in his hand without raising his head. "Camping alone costs a lot more, and you have to take great pains to take care of me. Mr. and Mrs. Granger are very good to me. "

Although Bates doesn't understand the joy of camping, he is very grateful that the Grangers really take care of Loren.

He patted the steering wheel with his hand and said regretfully: "It's so rude. I didn't bring a gift when I was a guest yesterday."

Loren ate all the ice balls on the cone and began to bite the crispy shell on the outside of the cone bit by bit. "Give Wendell a fishing rod. I think he likes fishing."

Bates nodded and asked, "Where are Mrs. Granger and Hermione? What do they like?"

Loren was stunned by this question and fell into hard thinking.

The scenery on the roadside continued to pass backwards, and they gradually left the urban area. The greenery outside the window became more and more high-rise buildings and houses decreased, and they returned to the suburbs.

Loren was not familiar with the routes and topography of London. He had not been out for a few days with the Granger family. When he saw the familiar scenery, he only thought that the suburbs around London were like this and didn't think much about it. I just vaguely felt that the appearance of the surrounding houses was somewhat similar to Hermione's house.

Before he could take a closer look at his surroundings, the car drove along the road and into a family garage in a courtyard.

Bates got out of the car and went to the trunk, opened the lid, lifted the whole lamb fan with one hand, and picked up the daily necessities in the big bag with the other hand and walked into the house, "Follow me, come and see our new home."

Loren waved her hands and followed him happily, looking around.

"I took over the house from someone else. The furniture is all there. It just needs us to clean and decorate it." Bates walked in front and went all the way to the living room, where he put daily necessities on the sofa and put the mutton into the kitchen.

Loren tilted his head and looked around. In addition to the regular living room, kitchen and dining room, there were several other rooms on the first floor. He looked at the walls of the house and the position of the stairs, and always felt that the similarity was too high.

Bates took out the cleaning tools and started to clean up his new home. Loren stopped looking around and followed to help.

"It's very convenient to live in London and go to school. How about it? Are you satisfied with this house?" Bates said with a smile on his face.

Loren nodded, his tone a little confused: "The house is very good, but why is the layout so similar to Hermione's house?"

Bates looked away and said perfunctorily: "Maybe the houses here are all in this shape. Maybe the same construction company and designer were hired when they were built."

"is that so?"

"Of course, the lives of people in the city are similar, and the houses are similar."

The two of them worked until noon before barely finishing the cleaning. After casually attending to lunch, they both collapsed on the sofa tiredly.

"Why don't you let me use magic?" Loren asked weakly.

Although he was very tired and didn't want to move a finger on his body, Bates still gritted his teeth and replied firmly: "This is the first time our house has been cleaned. Of course, we should do it ourselves. The meaning is different."

Loren couldn't figure out what the difference was, but he didn't want to argue with Bates anymore and lay down on the couch to regain his strength.

The old man and the young man were lying quietly, but they were not sleepy. There was bright sunshine outside the house, but it was not hot inside.

On the dial of the clock on the wall, three hands chased each other, making a ticking sound. Time passed slowly and quickly. Loren saw that the minute hand passed the hour hand, and it passed again once it turned around.

"How was your trip? Why did it take so long?" Loren asked leisurely, enjoying the quiet time.

Grandpa Bates begins to describe his journey:

"I went to see my farm in Scotland, and it was rented by a company that didn't know what it was doing. Anyway, they paid money into my account regularly. I raised the price, and they readily agreed."

"I went to the place where those comrades died. Over the past few decades, I feel that I have never felt sorry for any of my comrades, so I don't have any uneasiness or fear if I go there again."

"Deep in the mountains, there were still no people there. I easily found the wooden house where I met the werewolf. It has been tattered by wind and rain for decades, and the bones inside were also taken away by animals."

Loren listened to Bates telling disturbing stories in a calm tone. He didn't know how complicated Grandpa Bates's mood was, but he was an excellent listener.

When Bates said this, he sat up and his tone became excited: "I also met a wizard."

Hearing these words, Loren's eyes suddenly widened and asked: "Who, did he find out that you are a werewolf?"

Bates was not nervous or surprised at all, and said with a smile: "He discovered that I spent a full moon day in the mountains. He may have seen a werewolf baking potatoes, and he took the initiative to come out and talk to me."

"He knows I'm a Muggle, oh, this is what you wizards call ordinary people, right?" Bates still smiled.

"Tell me about the follow-up!" Loren asked anxiously.

Many materials on werewolves can be used for alchemy and potions, and dark wizards imprison werewolves for evil experiments. If the dark wizards learn of the existence of such a Muggle werewolf, Bates's situation will be very dangerous.

"Don't worry, am I doing well?" Bates said slowly, "As a veteran, I have enough vigilance."

Loren looked at Grandpa Bates, whose hands and feet were intact, and felt a little relieved.

"However, he may indeed be a good person. I have been with him for a few days, and he has no pretensions to being a wizard at all. He personally helps me find firewood, boil water, and bake potatoes. Unlike you, who wants to use magic to complete everything. .”

Bates was very dissatisfied with Loren's previous behavior. One month before he entered school, he used magic to complete the housework, leaving Bates with nothing to do and could only sit in a daze all day.

"He was very interested in my experience and asked me about the details of my transformation into a werewolf, how it felt, and why I could stay sane."

Bates raised his eyebrows proudly: "Ha, how could I tell him that I have a wizard grandson who sends me wolfsbane potion every month. I am a veteran, so I lied to him and said I didn't know how to respond. If nothing happens, you can wake up on a full moon night."

As a parent who did not want to have any impact on his children, Bates did not reveal any information about Loren even if he thought the other party was fine.

"He wants to see my transformation when the moon is full one more time, hehe!"

Bates laughed twice, "When he wasn't paying attention, I drank the wolfsbane potion a week in advance. He really thought I could stay sane on my own, and said he planned to write me into a book. He introduced himself as a member of the Wizarding World best-selling author."

When Loren heard this, he had a suspicion in his mind that Grandpa Bates would never meet Harold.

He was worried that Lockhart had used the Forgetting Curse on Grandpa Bates, but Grandpa Bates's experience was nothing to steal and did not reflect any heroic image. Moreover, Lockhart was not born when Grandpa Bates turned into a werewolf.

The most important thing is that Grandpa Bates thinks clearly and logically, and does not seem to have any signs of the Forgetting Curse.

"In order to collect materials, we spent some time together. I took him to learn about the Muggle world, and he taught me how to dress myself up. No matter what kind of wizard he is, at least he is really good at this."

Bates said, showing a bright smile, with the corners of his mouth raised, only showing one row of upper teeth, which was very bright.

Loren has seen this smile before. In "Wandering with Werewolves", there is a high-definition animated picture of Lockhart's smile, which is very eye-catching.

He stayed away in disgust, and asked tentatively: "Grandpa Bates, can you still remember the night you turned into a werewolf? Have you become forgetful and forgetful?"

Bates' bright smile faded and glanced at him, "Although I am almost 80 years old, my mind is clear and I don't have any mental problems. These are not my imagination."

He didn't want to talk to Loren anymore, got up and went to the kitchen to process the mutton.

Loren speculated that it might be because Grandpa Bates was a Muggle and Lockhart would not be discovered if he tampered with his experience, so he did not use the Amnesia Curse.

His thoughts were rambling. What did Lockhart want to write this time, "Wandering with Werewolves 2"? Or Wandering in the Muggle World? You don’t need to think about it to know that it will be another best-seller...

Bates sat back in front of Loren, who was thinking about something, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Loren came back to his senses and was startled, "What are you doing?"

"You go roast the lamb." Bates said quietly.

"Why?"

Bates asked gently: "Then do you want to eat the roast lamb I made?"

Loren was silent. Grandpa Bates's cooking skills were not bad, but after decades of living in the mountains, he would only add a little oil, salt, and sugar when cooking.

Whether the food is delicious or not depends entirely on the flavor of the ingredients. To leave the roast lamb to him would be a waste.

For the sake of his tongue and stomach, Loren humiliated himself and went into the kitchen to make roast lamb.

There was not enough space in the kitchen, so after preparing the sauce and marinating it for a while, Loren moved all the ingredients to the back courtyard.

The courtyard was bare without any green plants, surrounded only by a brick wall. It looked a bit deserted.

"Just right for outdoor barbecue." Loren rolled up his sleeves and picked up his wand.

First use the transfiguration technique to set up the barbecue rack and fix the marinated mutton on the grill. Loren held the handle next to him and turned it a few times. The linked bracket drove the lamb to rotate on the grill effortlessly.

Loren clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Full marks for transformation, and perfect marks for mechanical design."

After igniting the charcoal under the grill, Loren let it sit for a while, waiting for the lamb to heat up before starting to turn and baste it with oil.

The tedious and monotonous work lasted less than 5 minutes, and then it was Loren waving the magic wand, directing the brush to apply oil on its own, and directing the mutton to rotate on its own. The surface of the mutton gradually turns golden brown, exuding a charming meaty aroma.

Loren frowned, "So what's the use of this barbecue grill? Why don't I use a floating spell to make the mutton fly by itself?"

Accompanied by the sighs of "misstep, misstep", the sun gradually set to the west, and the golden afterglow shone on the golden shell of the mutton. The fat of the mutton itself melts under the flames, and the flavor of the marinade gradually penetrates into the mutton, and the alluring aroma gradually becomes stronger.

Bates, who was standing by with Xiangde, kept swallowing, "It's almost done, I feel like it's ready to eat."

Loren cut off a piece of barbecue with a knife and handed it over.

Bates didn't care about the scalding temperature, swallowed the food in three bites, and then eagerly waited for the next piece.

Without any words of praise, Loren missed Hermione a little. She always praised the food without hesitation. Such diners were most popular among chefs.

"It's not quite there yet. It'll be almost ready when I sprinkle the seasoning on it." He said.

Looking at the flames rising in front of him, Loren couldn't help but wonder whether Hermione would like the ice cream he ate during the day, and whether she would like his barbecue...