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

As the butter grew hot, he waved his wand slightly, and the cabinet door opened, and six eggs floated out in a circle around the sky.

"Vientiane Tianyin!" William, who was sick again, made a slight move with his arm.

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

The wand shook again.

The flame turns blue and the side of the egg begins to condense.

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

William snapped his fingers, and two plates floated out of the cabinet, and he placed the omelette on it.

The bacon fell again, tap-dancing on the plate, lining up like a good baby, and falling into the pan......

Perfect!

It's so comfortable to cook with magic.

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

At this time, Hermione quietly walked over and made a silent gesture at Bobo Tea.

Like a cat, she moved slowly, and as she got closer, she suddenly shoved a snowball into William's collar.

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

At this time, he grinned and pulled the snowball from his clothes, but as soon as his neck shrank, the snowball fell on his back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Hermione also hurriedly helped to dig out the snowball, where was she digging the snowball, obviously covering her hands, the cold touch made William gasp several times of cold air.

Hermione chuckled and warmed her cold little hand before taking it back.

There was a frolic and the bacon was cooked, and they turned over again and jumped into the bowl, waiting for them to be eaten with joy.

After eating, William began to rehabilitate Hermione.

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

Hermione needed to fill up a pot of Manifestation Potion with a hair suppressant.

Hermione's condition was much better than before, and most of the feline features on her face were gone.

But it's still with cat ears and a fluffy ...... But I can't see anything in my clothes.

Of course, there is also a slender tail that has not been eliminated, and William is ready to help her get rid of it at the end.

After drinking the potion, William sat cross-legged with Hermione resting on his lap, and he gently removed the girl's shirt and deformed her.

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

This frustrated Hermione, and taking a ruler every hour to measure the length had become her habitual action.

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

Drinking potions is costly, and recovery is a technical job, and if she only relies on the Manifestation Potion, Hermione will not be able to change back to her original appearance at the beginning of the next semester.

After today's rehabilitation work, the two walked into the courtyard, and after the heavy snowfall, the clouds were low, and the sky was a large field of brilliant fire clouds.

Hermione ran around in the snow, trying to build two crooked snowmen.

—William, Hermione.

Hermione seemed pleased with her art, smiled, stood up and clapped her hands, and entered the room.

William sat in the doorway, stunned, and Hermione moved a plush chaise longue and lay down next to him, staggering and babbling and singing Scottish tunes without a key.

William looked at the two poor snowmen, sat up and smiled and asked:

"Going to catch fish? The koi in the river have been raised for a semester, and it is time to fatten up, so we eat them in the evening. ”

Around the house, there was a small river that surrounded it, and William stocked many fish.

William led Hermione along a rocky path in the courtyard towards the river.

The river was frozen, and the reeds at the water's edge, which were taller than a person, were covered with snowflakes, and the cold wind blew through them, and the snowflakes scattered like catkins in the sky.

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

Hermione held an umbrella and watched the scenery, while William waved his wand and built a wooden overhead crossing with a meter long out of the water.

The snow was falling, and William dug a hole in the ice, and added some nesting materials containing dragon blood to it.

Dragon's blood is fatal to most animals, and can definitely attract most fish.

The two of them had only been sitting here for five minutes, and five or six koi fish swam under the ice.

Hermione held a small binoculars and peered into the distance through the wind and snow.

They were on a flat ground halfway up the mountain, and from here they could see the village.

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

"They're all journalists." William said softly.

"What are they doing?"

"I want to interview Mr. Weasley." William pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet from his ring.

It reads - Arthur Weasley, director of the Ministry of Magic's Division for the Investigation of the Misuse of Muggle Items, was fined fifty Galleons for enchanting a Muggle car, and his son, Ron Weasley, assaulted the school director's son at school......

"Aren't these reporters coming home for Christmas either?"

Hermione folded the newspaper and saw a snowflake fall on William's shoulder, knocked it off lightly, and moved the umbrella towards him.

"They came at Christmas, and wanted to see if Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would come back, but they had gone to Romania."

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

She looks like this now, she doesn't want to be photographed by reporters!

"No, it won't." William reassured. "I cast a Loyal Charm around the house, and they won't get in."

After catching four or five fish, William and Hermione returned to the cabin, and they began to set up the room.

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

The two of them worked until late in the evening, when the house was almost set up, and William began to cook, with Hermione helping by the side.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and even though there are only two people and two cats, 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, curled up on the sofa and watched a movie.

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

At this time, the movie "400 Years of Horror" was 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 and going to bed after seeing her Christmas present, so neither of them went back to the room, preparing to stay up on the couch tonight.

To this end, she also prepared many movie tapes such as "Porco Rosso" and "Smelling a Woman".

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

Hermione, who was the champion of staying up late, yawned and she was sleepy, so she stood up barefoot, turned off the TV and lights, and quickly slipped back under the blanket like a cat.

Hermione lay on William's side, her head carefully down, looking at the face she had never gazed so closely at in the faint light of the room.

The girl's sideburns were a strand of brown hair, which drooped to William's eyes, and the boy's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She suddenly bowed her head,

touch,

Then they separated.

Hermione placed her little head lightly on William's arm, then wrapped her in a blanket.

In the dark of night,

She touched her hot cheeks and licked her lips again.

It seems like

I didn't feel anything.

What the book says...... Sweet, isn't it?

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