v3 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 fell ill again in the second year of middle school, gently stroked his arm.

The eggs were like comets, slamming into the pot, the yolks and egg whites fell into the hot oil, and the eggshells flew into the trash can.

The wand shook again.

The flame turned blue, and the side of the egg mixture began to coagulate.

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

William snapped his fingers, two dishes floated out of the cabinet, and he put the fried eggs on them.

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 moment, Hermione came quietly and made a silent gesture to Bobo Tea.

Like a cat, she moved slowly, and when she got close, she suddenly stuffed a snowball into William's collar.

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

At this moment, he grinned and took 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, covered her cold little hands, and then took them back.

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

After the meal, William began to give Hermione rehabilitative treatment.

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 mix it with a hair suppressant.

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

But he still wears cat ears, and his whole body is fluffy... 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 made Hermione very frustrated, and taking a ruler to measure the length every hour had become her habit.

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

The cost of drinking potions indiscriminately is very high, 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 fire clouds.

Hermione ran around in 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 is a small river that circles around, and William stocked a lot of fish.

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

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

Both of them wore warm-up badges, not only were they not cold, but they were very warm.

Hermione held an umbrella and only 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 magic ingredients containing dragon's blood into 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 held a small telescope and 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!"

"They're all reporters," William said softly.

"What are they doing here?"

"I 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 up the newspaper and saw a snowflake falling on William's shoulder. After helping him lightly knock it off, she moved the umbrella towards him.

"They came only at Christmas, wanting to see if Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley would come back, but they both went to Romania."

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

She doesn't want to be photographed by reporters looking like this!

"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 returned to the hut, and they began to decorate 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 evening, when the house was almost finished. William started to cook with Hermione helping out.

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

After eating, 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 that William bought at the time was very large, and when the flap was folded down, it was almost like a bed.

At this time, the movie "Four Hundred Years" is playing on 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 "Porcupine" and "Scent of a Woman".

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

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

Hermione lay on her side beside William, her head lowered carefully, and with 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 that drooped down to William's eyes, and the boy's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She suddenly bowed her head,

touch,

then 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.

What the book says... is it sweet?

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