Winter goes to spring, and everything recovers. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The mountains around Hogwarts were just turning green, and the hillside leading to the screaming shack was already full of brightly colored wildflowers. The colorful wildflowers bloom like a king in all seasons. From a distance, it looks like a five-colored cloud brocade piled up from the shed to the foot of the mountain.

The three-story wooden villa standing on the hill is beautifully set off by the sea of flowers, and the swan castle looks like a fluttering wings from the bottom of the mountain.

With such a beautiful view, how can it not make people yearn for it.

Students who come to Hogsmeade for the weekend have lost count of the number of times they have seen the scenery. Unfortunately, no matter how resentful they were, they couldn't get the owner back to stay open. Seeing that the rest of the place was still deserted, the scenery near the screaming shack was beautiful day by day, but the gate at the foot of the mountain was always closed, making the bear children anxious like ants on a hot pot.

But until the grass and wild flowers flooded the path leading to the mountain, the owner of the mountain was still nowhere to be heard......

In fact, everyone didn't know that the "couple" had been back for several days, and they were just too lazy to open their doors.

Pushing open the wooden window, Elaine couldn't help but take a deep breath as the scent of flowers swarmed in, and the feeling of regaining her body and feeling everything in the world made her intoxicated every time. "You did this?" Seeing the most beautiful flowers clustered around the house, even the dullest person can realize that something is wrong, not to mention Elaine's surname is Ravenclaw.

"It's just a natural phenomenon." Lu Yuan replied with some embarrassment. He didn't do anything deliberately, after all, an old man is surrounded by flowers and grass, and he doesn't want to be too basic.

However, the saint's life, sitting and lying are very different! When the saint is happy, the countries will revel, and if the saint is sad, the whole world will mourn. Legend has it that the saint travels, giving birth to lotus step by step, and the fairy sound descending from the sky is true. A saint doesn't need to do anything, his every move will naturally affect the environment and even the whole world. Lu Yuan had already tried his best to restrain himself, and most of his strength was hidden in the Mirror Sword Realm in his heart. But the breath he left here still affected the hillside.

Of course, he was not afraid of being discovered by "Merlin".

Because this is a phenomenon formed by the perfection of the saint's realm to the point of natural overflow - it is the other side that "Merlin" yearns for but can never reach, and even if he sees it, he cannot tell it. After all, tragedy happens every day in this world, and you can't blame Conan entirely.

"Well, I really, really like that, and I like to clean the room too, but what about your hotel? We simply can't take care of it. Elaine said, pointing to the tables and chairs that had been flooded with wild grass and wildflowers. Tidying up such a large house was too busy for her, but luckily there was magic to help. But add to that a courtyard that occupies the entire hill, and it's a housewife's nightmare! Besides, she can't poison those lovely flowers! The thought of uprooting the flowers when cleaning the yard made her heart refuse.

And then think about the flow of customers that came in after the opening of the door, those things in the kitchen and serving dishes, it was a big head. "Or maybe it's a whole year of closure." Elaine suggested with a smile, and deliberately lowered her collar and flew towards Lu Yuan. If you agree, I'll let you take advantage of it~ Anyway, both of them are monopoly, and they opened a store for fun, not to tire themselves. "It would be nice if there was a house-elf."

Almost all the work in Hogwarts school is under the responsibility of elves, and the teachers only need to teach and model, which really makes Elaine a little envious.

"That's right!" Lu Yuan slammed his fist into his palm, "We don't have elves, but we have Charlie." ”

"Who's Charlie?"

……

"I'm not Charlie! My name is Tom Riddle! The dark shadows in the basin mingled together and roared angrily! But it sounds like water gurgling and churning. "Okay, Charlie. What did you think about my suggestion? Charlie. Lu Yuan squatted on the edge of the basin with a smile and called Charlie one by one.

"I'm Tom Riddle!" Voldemort's distracted soul howls in rage again! He continued to roar, apparently falling into hysteria again, forgetting about Lu Yuan's question.

――The effect of the No. 4 holy water is a bit unexpected. It gave Voldemort's soul body a taste of what it meant to be tortured by "a thousand cuts once a day", and even severed the connection between this soul and Voldemort's body. But in the end, the holy water failed to "melt" and destroy the already black soul fragment...... It wasn't until Lao Lu came back from London and tidied up the basement that he found out. At that time, the split soul had been tortured to the point of half-madness for months of oblivion.

Looking at the distracted soul who could no longer listen to any words, Lu Yuan did not hesitate to reopen a bottle of No. 4 holy water and slowly poured it into the basin.

Just like sulfuric acid poured into an aluminum tank, the basin of water is angry with a faint pungent smoke. With a long, mournful scream, Tom Riddle seemed to finally remember his situation. "I'm Charlie! I'm Charlie! You want me to do it...... Whatever, I just do. ”

Lao Lu lifted the mouth of the bottle with a look of "You just gave up like this, I haven't had fun yet". "Anyway, when I'm done, my cat is still waiting for the bottle." The soul in the basin shuddered, and he seemed to remember the scene of a cat peeing in the basin, and suddenly the whole soul was not good.

"Nini!" The framed little black cat's angry little paws flashed, scratching three blood marks on Lao Lu's cheeky skin! People don't do such shameful things!

"Then Charlie, become a Pokemon."

*****

Hermione Granger has grown into a thirteen-year-old girl.

Put it in the island country...... Ahem, this is the age when you can wear a sailor skirt to go shopping and be accosted by an uncle.

Miss Know-It-All is bright and studious, and eager to help her friends. Although she was seen as arrogant because she was too good, and a bit of a mother, she didn't have Harry's troublesome physique, and she didn't always make a fool of herself like Ron, but she was still a perfect good student in the eyes of the teachers - even Professor Snape had to admit in his heart that he hated Hermione, and he hated Miss Jack-of-all-trades!

Muggle-born little witches have made this class of Slytherin students look like a concentration camp for fools! Her existence is to mock the correctness of the theory of wizarding ancestry, which is completely inconsistent with Slytherin's self-proclaimed innate elite and innate nobility. So in the eyes of some, Hermione was a thorn in the side of Harry. It's just that because of Voldemort's relationship, the savior Harry is still slightly higher.

So it was inevitable that Hermione would be quietly targeted, and she was already clearly feeling the pressure at school, and the pressure only made her more "perfect and good student".

But she is, after all, a Gryffindor lion cub, majestic on the outside and wild on the inside. Outside of other people's vision, she is actually not so conformist. For example, the low wooden door in front of her that stopped her from looking at the sea of flowers......

"Alajo Cave open," the wooden door clicked inward, revealing a path submerged in grass leading to the top of the hill. Hermione put away her wand in satisfaction. After entering third grade, Hermione had been granted permission to spend the weekend in Hogsmeade with her parents' signature.

This wasn't her first time in the village, she had been here with her friends since the beginning of the winter months, when Hogsmeade was still a snowy and icy place. Something else happened at that time, when Harry slipped out of the school in an invisibility cloak, just in time to learn that Sirius, who had escaped from prison in Azkaban, was the indirect murderer of his parents. And Sirius has another identity, and that is his godfather......

In the beginning, because Harry didn't have permission from the Dursleys, she accompanied Ron every time she came to Hogsmeade. But gradually, as Ron became obsessed with the coquettish proprietress and peeked at the Three Broomsticks bar every weekend, Hermione became more accustomed to acting alone. Then she fell in love with the feeling of being alone. No pressure, freedom, two noisy partners, no need to consider other people's feelings, go wherever you want.

Like now, she just wants to climb to the top of the screaming shack and see the depths of the sea of flowers.

Closing the door and brushing away the long grass, Hermione strolled along the path to the top of the hill.

It only took her a few steps to understand why she loved this place—the plants, though they were all wildflowers and weeds, were scattered evenly along the hillside as if they had been planted artificially. They don't clutter up in a mess, nor do they show an unsightly grey ground because they're too sparse. The entire hillside resembles a well-woven green carpet with five-colored patterns in the middle, which is regular and well-proportioned, making people look comfortable...... Well, little Hermione has a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

And the grass is so dense, but there are very few nasty little bugs. The most common are butterflies and bees, fluttering in between, and nothing could be more beautiful than that. "It's amazing here, I'm going to have to show Harry and Ron with me!" Hermione said to herself.

Casually strolling along the hillside, sitting on the meadow for a while, sniffing the flowers, Hermione was not in such a hurry to pick up a book for the first time. Looking back at the scenery of the road from which they came, the flowing tassels stretched all the way into the village, and the spired Hogsmeade houses lined up one after another. Farther away, the windmills by the creek were slowly turning, and the scenery gave her the urge to draw it immediately.

"Ah, hello. Right...... Sorry to come in out of nowhere. Hermione had thought that she would find a table and chair in the deserted courtyard and read the book she had brought, and spend a leisurely afternoon.

When she climbed to the top of the hill, she saw a house-elf tidying up the open-air tables and chairs in front of the house.

Sneaking into someone else's house and being caught red-handed made Hermin very embarrassed. (To be continued.) )