After buying materials from Diagon Alley, Canaan hurried home, he didn't want to be caught by his parents, otherwise he would be beaten and grounded.

When he came to the door, while there was no one around, Canaan skillfully used the levitation charm on a wooden plank, which he had placed in front of the door when he came down earlier.

Stepping on the floating plank, he slowly rose and climbed in through the window.

Seeing that the hair on the doorknob had not changed, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Canaan was desperate to learn the illusion now, or he would not be able to bear to do it every day.

"Can I buy a broomstick too?" Canaan suddenly thought that although he didn't like this way of flying on a broomstick, he had to say that if he rode a broomstick and added a phantom charm, he wouldn't have to run back and forth so hard every day.

Well, he decided to do it, and he was going to sneak out again tomorrow and go Diagon Alley to buy a broomstick.

In the living room, Syndra and Alice are nestled together watching a cartoon - cat and mouse. Looking at their expressions, as if they could fully understand the plot, Canaan sighed, he would not be surprised that no matter what the living treasure did now.

"Canaan, come and try my new mousse cake, I made it for a morning. Helen came out of the kitchen in an apron with a piece of cake, her white face stained with a little flour.

"Mom, why did you suddenly think of making a new type of cake?" Canaan cut a small bite with a knife, put it in his mouth and tried it, yes, soft and sweet.

"Your Aunt Jenny said she was coming to our house, and her daughter Hermione would come too. I'm going to prepare something delicious for them to taste. Helen continued, "By the way, you can treat them to hot pot for dinner, they must have never tried Chinese food." ”

"Didn't you say Hermione was alone?" Canaan asked, confused.

"I had a phone call with your Aunt Jenny yesterday and she said it was Hermione sulking and she decided it alone. But your Aunt Jenny hasn't been to London for a long time, so you just happened to come together and get together with us. Helen smiled and looked looking forward to their arrival.

Canaan smiled, worthy of the heroine Hermione, who could see her stubborn and independent personality since she was a child.

It was Friday of the week, and after lunch, Canaan was sent out by Helen to buy ingredients for the hot pot, and she prepared them in the kitchen early.

The sun is setting in the west, the thick clouds in the distance, the colors are pale, and London is busy and lively in the afterglow.

"Mom, is this London?" Hermione had just gotten off the bus with her mother. The streets were bustling with people on the side of the road, and there were many towering buildings, and she tilted her head to look at them curiously.

"Well, this is London, we have to get to your Aunt Helen's house as soon as possible, we can't keep them waiting too long. Jenny took Hermione's little hand and looked at the sun that was about to set, a little anxious.

"Hey, Jenny!" said Lincoln waving his big hand across the road, and not long after he had finished his work for the day, he was called by Helen to wait.

When Jenny saw Lincoln, she also waved her hand in response, and she quickly said to Hermione, "I remember what I told you at home, when you go to Aunt Helen's house, be polite, and call Brother Canaan." ”

"Hmph, I don't! He has been lying to me, I have been waiting for his letter for a long time, and I have come to settle accounts with him this time!" Hermione looked very angry.

Jenny laughed angrily when she saw Hermione's expression, thinking about her daughter's temper, she shook her head helplessly.

......

At the dinner table, Jenny, Hermione, and Canaan's family gathered around the hot pot.

"This is Chinese hot pot?" Hermione wrinkled her nose and looked at the tumbling spicy pot bottom, a little unconvinced.

"Well, Chinese hot pot has a history of more than 2,000 years, and this is a mandarin duck pot, which is spicy on one side and not spicy on the other. You put the food you want in and you're ready to eat it later," Canaan patiently explained, sitting next to Hermione.

"Hmph, how do you use this?" Hermione pouted, gesturing at a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the table. She was always at the heart of Canaan's refusal to reply to her letters.

"This is called chopsticks, Chinese tableware, you can be like me, use your thumb and index finger to hold the force, and then use the middle finger against it, you can pick up the dish." Canaan picked up a piece of lamb and put it in the pot and showed Hermione how to do it.

Seeing that Hermione had failed several attempts, Canaan smiled and said, "You can use the clips that Mommy prepared for you, the chopsticks will take some time to practice." ”

"No, I can. The little girl was a little unwilling to admit defeat, and still struggled with chopsticks to fight with a piece of meat in a hot pot.

Canaan saw how hard Hermione was working, so he took a few pieces of meat and put them in Hermione's bowl. When I looked up, I found that three pairs of eyes were looking at me intently.

"Well, little girl, you need to eat more meat and make up for it. Canaan found a reason for what he had just done, and then blushed rarely, but he felt that the bottom of the spicy pot should be too spicy today. Yes, that's it!

After dinner, Helen and Jenny were cleaning up in the kitchen, Canaan was sitting on the couch with a sweaty face, and Hermione was teasing Alice, who had loved pets since she was a child.

"Canaan, you're going to sleep with Hermione at night. Lincoln said as he watched TV and ate mousse cake.

"Don't we still have a study at home?"

"Yes, I'll sleep in the study. Lincoln looked helpless.

“......”

"It's your mother's decision, the bed in the den is too small to sleep one person. And she doesn't think you can do anything at your age."

Canaan listened to the black lines in his head, and it was really his own mother.

"Okay, Dad is willing to sacrifice for you once, I'll go to the kitchen and have a good chat with Hermione. Lincoln smiled wryly and got up to leave.

"Shall I sleep with you at night?" Hermione looked at Canaan with wide eyes as she overheard the chat.

"Well, sleeping in a bed, you know, we just moved and a lot of things aren't fully equipped. Canaan met Hermione's gaze and explained shamefully.

"That's right, you have to tell me the story of The Lord of the Rings, those Marvel books are about to be ruined by me. Hermione said to Canaan with an innocent expression.

"No problem. Canaan readily agreed.

At this time, there was movement outside the window, and Canaan spotted an owl hovering outside the house. He opened the window, and a white owl flew in with a letter in its mouth and landed on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

"Wow, an owl that can send letters!" Hermione opened her mouth wide, as if she had seen an incredible picture, and even stopped petting the cat's hand.

"You'll receive it later. Canaan said as he opened the envelope, wondering who would deliver him a letter at this time, and he had never seen this owl before.

"From: Rolf Scamander"

Rove's letter, the American boy who loves magical beasts.

"Whose letter, your friend's?" Hermione leaned to Canaan's side, tiptoeing and sticking her head out, curious to see what the letter was about.

Canaan saw Hermione's delicate face approaching, and said a little unnaturally, "A letter from an American friend." ”

He put the letter away and was going to look at it again in the evening, and he took out some more feed for the owl and fed it to the owl.

"How do you have friends in the United States, have you ever been to the United States?" Hermione asked curiously as she saw Canaan put the letter away.

"Yes, I went to the United States to see my grandfather at the last end of the year. Canaan hadn't decided whether or not to tell Hermione about the wizarding world, so he gave Hermione some of the fodder in his hand.

"Hermione, do you think there really is magic in this world?"

"Do you mean that in your book, there is a group of mages who guard the earth. They can go from one side of the earth to the other. As she spoke, she happily gestured with her hand.

"Well, pretty much, but I'm talking about a little different in the wizarding world, you wait. Canaan sent the well-fed owl away from the window.

Seeing that several adults were still in the kitchen, Canaan grabbed Hermione's small hand, "You come with me to the bedroom." ”

He decided to show Hermione the world of magical magic.