Hermione's eyes widened as she watched the feast on the table, the aroma of brightly coloured and nutritious French stews made from elbows, ham, fresh vegetables, carrots and other ingredients. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 There are also beautiful slices of vegetable jelly with homemade sauces neatly stacked on plates. There is also a seafood platter with fresh oysters and other offerings.

"Dad, tomorrow is the holiday. "But today is the day you come back, my dear. Mrs. Granger slipped open her own carefully cooked braised beef shank and added it to Hermione's plate.

"Thank you, Mom. Hermione took the plate and sniffed softly at the scent. "I'm not as good at cooking as your father, but I think it's okay, so let's eat it. Mrs. Granger's eyes were full of love for the little girl.

Mr. Granger seemed to think of something, "Eat with confidence, we have enough for your friends tomorrow." "Western text is not a rice bucket. I can't eat much. Listening to her father's teasing, looking at the eyes of her parents looking at her, Hermione's face flushed slightly.

"Welcome home our little Hermione. Cheers."

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, cheers~"

Well-fed little Hermione helps her mother clean up the leftovers and pots and pans, while her father tidies up the newly moved Christmas tree. Warm and peaceful night.

"Oh, my little girl, how much candy did you buy, you must have arrived at school and no one cared about you, so you eat sugar openly. Here, brush your teeth and ask mom to help you see if you have any cavities. ”

"No, this is what Xiwen just gave me when I came back. Fathers can pick some to hang on the Christmas tree. Hermione spoke generously, but from time to time she quietly glanced at her little eyes.

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"Moses Moses?" said Sivin, with his hands full of cooking materials, listening to Alice's phone call to him.

"Mr. Severn, I'm Will, what time are you leaving tomorrow? I'll pick you up then. The polite Will Turner asked.

"Wait a minute, I'm making snacks, do you want to come to me tomorrow?"

"Thanks, no—let me know then. Will closed the phone with a dumbfounded expression. "What's wrong? It's like seeing a ghost. Elizabeth asked, looking at Will's discoloration and pinching his face.

"Mr. Syvan - yes, the one we know him, says he is making the girl with his own hands - " Then Elizabeth and the daughter beside her seemed to have frozen expressions, and after a while, Elizabeth asked hesitantly, "Will, do you think -- Mr. Syvan - is it serious? He, he has found a girlfriend?"

It was like a spell that froze the air in the room, and nothing dared to disturb the silence except the ticking of the pendulum of the clock. "Father, where does that girl live?" asked Mary, a little uneasy, although her parents didn't care much, although Mr. Sivon was more gentle than the one in Siberia for the most part, but the two events she knew of were simply chilling, and as the head of a country, she had to pay attention.

Will seemed to have guessed his daughter's thoughts, and he shook his head, "I don't know, but at most tomorrow afternoon will be over, and nothing will happen in such a short time." "Well, it should be, I have to prepare, this year's Three Kings Meeting is in England, and the whole world is watching it." And I heard before that gentleman from Siberia has been extremely grumpy lately. Mary said with a shrug.

"Of course you will be grumpy. Will grinned, as if he wanted to laugh but held back, "Haven't you seen that documentary, "The Fall of the Empire, according to the development in it, by December 25, 1991, the empire was already gone." ”

"I feel sorry for Comrade Mikhail Mephead, I guess I don't know how I provoked the one in Siberia every day. Mary laughed too.

And yet - there is always a magical creature in the world called a pig teammate. This magical creature will sabotage all the efforts of its teammates, eventually leading things into uncontrollable nightmares, and the only solution is to deal with them before the pig teammates are completely dead.

After carefully splicing it for a long time, Xiwen walked to the west wing room with his puff tower, which was no smaller than a mini Christmas tree, "Alice, beautiful and beautiful Alice, my beloved sister Alice, the snack is here." It's full of my heart. However, the malicious cuteness does not make Alice happy, and Alice sits on the sofa and squints at Xiwen.

"You see so much, I've spent a lot of effort, sister, appreciate the face, taste one?" Xiwen continued to tempt.

Alice seemed to have a conscience, and finally ate one with a smile on her face, and then smiled like a flower, "It tastes very good." ”

"That's it. "Western text is like a chicken pecking rice.

"Since you've worked so hard, I'll give you a reward. With a sly smile, Alice gently sucked on her slender fingers as she looked at Sivin with raised eyes.

"Uh-huh. Xiwen showed a dog-legged face.

"Sister, I made a loaf of bread—" But before the words fell, Xiwen performed a trick called face-changing in the great powers of the East, and his white was red. Red is black, black is not autumnal, green is it.

Xiwen tiptoed to put the puff tower on the table, "Sister's love, I can't bear it, I still have something-" Xiwen was about to slowly talk and slowly retreat, but saw the bread that suddenly appeared in Alice's hand, which looked ordinary, but exuded a fragrance that almost penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and turned his head decisively, and ran away.

Alice looked at the bread in her hand, really, something, it tasted very good. A few bites of bread were shoved into his mouth, licking his rosy lips with his tongue, too young, too simple.

When it was after noon the next day, Will, who came to Swift's house, looked at the pale face in surprise. "What's wrong, sir?" "Will. Xiwen smiled terribly, "Sister made bread, do you want to taste it?" For a moment, there was a dead silence except for the clatter of the woods in a corner of the manor. Will Mali took the things in Xiwen's hand, put them into the car with lightning speed, and then jumped into the cab, "Sir, it's too late to explain, get in the car." ”

However, at this moment, on the banks of the beautiful Brent River in London, in the Huntton district, a group of uninvited guests brought gloom to this festive day. The roar of the machinery and the noise made little Hermione, who was waiting for Xiwen's arrival at home, look nervously outside the house.