Hanging out soon became Luna's habit.

She sat on one side of the small table and managed to occupy the position of Lai Bobo Tea.

But Luna didn't come to study, she spent more time reading "Singing and Singing" there.

She would often lie on her desk, obviously sleeping, or not advanced meditation, which was passed down from Ravenclaw and could improve her wisdom.

Ravenclaw's coffin board was almost overwhelmed.

Occasionally, Luna would wander around William's house like a ghost, trying to find the hidden unicorn snorer.

She still believed that William had been awarded the Order of Merlin for his discovery.

Everybody is growing, it's just at a different pace.

Especially young children, after recognizing something, they will be very attentive.

Compared to Luna's habit of visiting the house, Hermione has recently become obsessed with cooking.

In her words: "William, I want to learn to cook!" ”

Hermione's appearance wasn't as miserable as Mitsui's, and she wasn't as devout as he wanted to play basketball, but it was a good start.

William has always believed that if you have a dream, you need to be encouraged.

So in his small house, almost every morning there is a crisp sound of bowls smashing, kicking off the day.

If it weren't for the "recovery as before", with the speed at which Hermione smashed the plate, it would probably take less than a week for William to declare bankruptcy.

Hermione's academically brilliant mind was not so effective in cooking, and she was simply clumsy.

But she is the least lacking in perseverance, so the ingredients that William stored in the pantry are also being consumed quickly, becoming her tools for training.

In the morning, Hermione, wearing the same apron as William, showed up in the kitchen on time, fiddling with a small scale while reading the recipe.

Hermione hummed a song and weighed the ingredients as the recipe requested.

"300 grams of chicken, 300 grams of onion, 3 tablespoons of cream, 3 tablespoons of flour...... Wait, how big is this three tablespoons? ”

Hermione's gaze wandered through the three tablespoons of large, medium, and small on the shelf.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally compromised and chose the middle one.

After breakfast was ready, Hermione stood at the top of the stairs and shouted, "William, Annie, Bobo tea, come down for breakfast!" ”

William walked down from the study on the third floor and sat down at the dining table.

"This Oxford Orange Peel Jam Sandwich is made exactly as you do. This Scottish curry chicken soup I made according to the recipe, try it? ”

In Hermione's expectant gaze, William picked up the spoon.

He scooped up a mouthful of chicken broth, swallowed it in his mouth and swallowed it gently, and after a moment covered his throat and said with difficulty, "It's delicious, it's cream and honey...... A little too much...... Tai Yan ...... Water! ”

Hermione hurriedly poured water for William and patted him on the back to help calm him down.

Wait a minute...... William suddenly realized one thing: wouldn't such a sweet taste temporarily control the palate?

Taking advantage of the loss of taste, he swallowed the Oxford Orange Peel Jam Cake Sandwich...... Wouldn't the pain be much lessened?!

Genius!

On the side, Bobo Tea carefully stretched out its paws and scooped up a blackened corn sausage from its plate.

It tasted it, and immediately exploded, spit it out again with a "phew", rolled its eyes, stiffened its legs, and fell to the ground.

"......" William's hands holding the Oxford orange peel jam sandwich stiffened.

Damn, he's afraid of death!

"Bobo tea, what's your reaction? Playing dead? Hermione tugged at Bobotea's tail in disgruntle.

"Hey, Anne, don't have breakfast?"

"She ran through the window to Luna's house before dawn, and she said she ate there in the morning." William explained.

Bobo Chaye took advantage of the opportunity for the two to chat, quickly stood up, spread his claws and escaped.

It wasn't until Bobo Tea ran away that Hermione let out a long sigh.

She stretched out her legs, her arms hanging limply and leaning forward, resting half of her face on the table, her eyes looking out the window.

"Damn, it's all the same method and the same weight, why does it taste so weird?"

William didn't run, he lifted Hermione's chin and gently turned her face to his side, and was relieved to see that the girl wasn't crying.

William put his hand into Hermione's unkempt brown curls, touched the girl's head, and comforted softly:

"Hermione, it's not your problem, British food doesn't taste good in the first place."

Don't ask, just ask that British food is dark cuisine!

It has nothing to do with Hermione!

Hermione reached out and snatched the jam sandwich from William's hand, took a bite of hatred, her cheeks bulging, the pear vortex propped up, and hummed indistinctly:

"Don't comfort me, I know it's hard to eat......"

"Not really." William took the half-eaten sandwich from Hermione's hand, and swallowed it without chewing.

After he finished eating three or two bites, he flicked his finger on her smooth forehead and said with a smile: "Unpalatable? Whoever said it was unpalatable, stand up and see that I don't teach her a lesson!

If you dare to dislike your cooking, when Anne returns, I will turn her into a cat!"

Bobo tea snacks should also be stopped! ”

Hermione squinted and smiled, the corners of her mouth curled, and the smile was particularly gentle.

She showed two pear vortices.

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After eating, the two went to the basement again.

William and Hermione stood opposite each other.

"Spells are all about skillful casting, and then accuracy."

"You're proficient in a few spells now, and it's enough to fight against your peers, but if you want to face more powerful dark wizards, your skills are far from good."

William taught Hermione earnestly, and the girl listened diligently, ready to wait for the training to be over and write it down in her journal.

Hermione had a journal to write down what William had said, and she would go back and think about it again.

Actually, William wanted to make a meditation basin that would preserve memories and allow him to learn from Hermione the scenes of his battles.

That's first-hand information.

"Your next goal is to hit the balloons accurately."

William's wand waved, and a row of balloons flew out.

Hermione's wand flicked, and a flash of red light shot out, but it was 108,000 miles away and smashed directly into the wall.

William shrugged, no matter how powerful the spell is, but what's the use of not hitting someone?

William didn't even stand still, Hermione didn't necessarily aim at him, and then hit him.

But there is no half-step shortcut to combat, it just requires constant training.

Even if you memorize a lot of magic, you can use it in private, but it's just a few fancy moves that seem to be flowery, and once you face the enemy, there is only a dead end.

William taught in much the same way that Professor Flitwick taught him.

Coupled with the experience he has constantly explored in the time loop, fighting Dumbledore, Snape and other professors.

However, William didn't let Hermione do all kinds of iron, the girl's family, what is the matter with training a muscle.

William prefers soft cute girls.

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(Thanks to Storm Fifteen, Traces*

Vampire Earl" two bigwigs' tip)

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