Chapter 70 Are These Lips Sweet?

William ignored the popo tea that suddenly appeared, still staring at the pot.

The butter was gradually boiling hot, he waved his wand gently, the cabinet door opened, and six eggs circled in the sky and floated out.

"Vientiane Tianyin!" William, who had suffered from the second illness again, moved his arm lightly.

The eggs hit the pan like comets, the yolks and whites fell into the scalding oil, and the shells flew into the trash.

The wand trembled again.

The flame turned blue and the egg side started to coagulate.

Soon, the egg was turned over, and the color of both sides turned golden yellow, exuding a strong fragrance.

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

The bacon fell again, tap danced on the plate, lined up like a good baby, and fell into the frying pan...

Perfect!

Cooking with magic is so comfortable.

It actually gave William the illusion that he was filming a Chinese young master... It's a pity that the food can't shine.

At this time, Hermione came quietly and made a silent gesture to Bobo Tea.

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

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

At this moment, he grinned and pulled out the snowball from his clothes, but when his neck shrank, the snowball fell on his back.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Hermione also hurriedly helped to dig out the snowballs. Where did she dig the snowballs, she was clearly covering her hands, and the cold touch made William gasp several times.

Hermione giggled, warmed her cold little hands, and took it back.

After a while of frolic, the bacon was cooked, they flipped somersaults again, jumped into the bowl, and waited happily to be eaten.

After the meal, William began to rehabilitate Hermione.

The so-called rehabilitative treatment is nothing more than oral administration, external application, and magic therapy.

Hermione needs to drink a full pot of Visibility Potion, and then add the hair suppressant.

Hermione was in much better shape than before, most of the cat features on her face were gone.

However, he still wears cat ears, and his whole body is furry... but he can't see anything with his clothes on.

Of course, there is still a slender tail, which has not been eliminated yet, and William is going to help her get rid of it at the end.

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.

After a full hour, the cat's hair has only slightly reduced.

This frustrates Hermione, and measuring the length with a ruler every hour has become her habit.

Therefore, words can be said indiscriminately, but potions cannot be drunk indiscriminately.

Drinking potions indiscriminately costs a lot, and recovery is a technical task. If you only rely on the manifesting potion, Hermione will not be able to change back to her original appearance when school starts next semester.

After today's rehabilitation work, the two walked into the yard. After the heavy snow, the clouds fell, and the sky was full of gorgeous burning clouds.

Hermione ran up and down the snow, trying to build two crooked snowmen.

—William, Hermione.

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

William sat in the doorway, looking dazed, Hermione also moved a fleece chaise longue, lay down beside him, staggered after lying down, babbled, singing untuned Scottish tunes.

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

"Go catch fish? The koi in the river have been raised for a semester, and it's time to fatten them up. We'll eat them at night.

"

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

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

The river was frozen, and the reeds that were taller than people by the water were covered with snowflakes. The cold wind blew and the snowflakes scattered like catkins in the sky.

Both of them wear warm-up badges, not only are they not cold, but they are very warm.

Hermione held an umbrella and just looked at the scenery, while William waved his wand and built a wooden overhead ferry that was one meter long.

It was snowing heavily, and William cut a hole in the ice, and added some dragon's blood to it.

The attraction of dragon blood to most animals is deadly, and it can definitely attract most fish.

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

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

They belonged to a flat ground in the middle of the mountain, from which they could see the scene of the village.

Hermione was suddenly surprised: "There are a lot of people in the Burrow!"

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

"What are they doing here?"

"Want to interview Mr. Weasley." William took out a copy of the Daily Prophet from his ring.

It reads - Arthur Weasley, Director of the Ministry of Magic's Investigations Misuse of Muggle Objects Division, fined fifty Galleons for enchanting a Muggle car, his son Ron Weasley Attacked the school manager's son at school...

"Aren't these reporters going home for Christmas?"

Hermione folded the newspaper and saw the snowflakes falling on William's shoulders. After helping him lightly knock them off, she moved the umbrella towards him.

"It was Christmas that they came to see if Mr and Mrs Weasley would come back, but they were off to Romania."

"Will they come to us?" said Hermione worriedly.

She doesn't want to be photographed by reporters in her current state!

"No." William comforted. "I cast the Faithful Charm around the house and they won't get in."

After catching four or five fish, William and Hermione went back to the hut and they began to furnish the room.

Hermione covered the room with thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and William dragged a cedar to make a Christmas tree with golden stars shining on it.

The two were busy until the evening, when the house was almost arranged, William began to cook, and Hermione helped.

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

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

After the girl was exhausted, two little people, covered with a thick blanket, huddled on the sofa watching a movie.

The sofa William bought at the time was so large that it folded down like a bed.

At this time, the movie "Four Hundred Years of Fright" is playing on the TV, telling the story of vampires.

In the era of 1992, there were not many entertainment facilities, and there were only a few well-known classic movies.

Hermione insisted on staying up until tomorrow morning to see her Christmas present before going to bed, so neither of them went back to the room, planning to stay up all night on the sofa tonight.

To this end, she also prepared many film and video tapes such as "Red Pig" and "Scent of a Woman".

Most of William had seen it in his previous life, so he fell asleep on the sofa before he finished the first part.

Hermione, the champion of staying up late, yawned and got sleepy, stood up barefoot, turned off the TV and lights, and slid back under the blanket like a cat.

Hermione lay on her side beside William, her head lowered carefully, and in the dim light of the room, she looked at the face she had never stared at so closely.

The girl's sideburns had a strand of brown hair hanging down over William's eyes, and the boy's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She suddenly bowed her head,

touch,

Immediately separated.

Hermione rested her little head on William's arm and wrapped it in a blanket.

In the dark night,

She touched her hot cheeks and licked her lips.

like,

I don't feel anything.

The book says...it's sweet?

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