Rove and Shirley stood on the balcony and admired the summer starry sky for a long time, and finally went back to their rooms to sleep.

Lying on the soft big bed, Shirley couldn't sleep anymore, as long as she closed her eyes, the figure of Rove always flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but want to go to his room and chat with him.

Of course, she couldn't wake Rove, so she could only lie on the bed and toss and turn, and in the second half of the night, she fell asleep in a daze.

So, when she woke up the next morning, Shirley inevitably became mentally exhausted.

When Rove came out of the room, he happened to meet the girl who had been washed, and when he saw that she was sleepy, he quipped:

"I said that the old mansion is haunted, and you didn't listen to you when you squeezed me together last night, do you believe it now?"

Shirley was a little aggrieved, thinking that she didn't think about someone, but this kind of shameful words were impossible to say, so she had to be silent.

Rove returned to the room, quickly walked out again, handed over a golden apple, and smiled, "Eat it quickly." ”

Shirley hesitated, "Wouldn't it be too wasteful?" ”

Golden apples can fill the user's body with energy, eliminate tiredness and sleepiness, and there are no side effects...... Works better than any invigorating potion.

But isn't it too extravagant to eat a golden apple just after a good night's sleep?

Rove shoved the apple into Shirley's hand, tapped his finger on her forehead, and smiled:

"What about the golden apple of that tree, if you don't eat it and keep it all the time, it's a waste, besides, this is a Ravenclaw tree, and it's not ours, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it...... Obedient! ”

Shirley nodded obediently, picked up the golden apple, took a small bite, and only ate a small half, and then felt refreshed, and the girl refused to eat it again.

In the end, the two of them took a bite and digested most of the remaining golden apples.

After eating the apples, they were not hungry for a while.

Rove told Tina not to prepare their breakfast, and took Shirley out with him, wandering around the village, and making acquaintances with his neighbors.

Soon, they ran into Ephias Dorjee, whom they had met yesterday, who was arguing with an old witch at the intersection with his neck bent

Shirley looked at the old witch, who looked like a grumpy flamingo with a wrinkled face, hooked nose, red eyes, and a pink feathered hat.

It can also be seen from the scene that she is not a good-natured witch, after all, she can make the neck of the benevolent Ephias Dorjee red...... It can be seen.

"This is Muriel I told you about yesterday." Rove whispered.

Shirley understood and understood that this was the one who was short-tempered, snarky, and liked to rely on the old and sell the old...... Muriel.

Muriel also noticed Rove, who he hadn't seen for a long time, and the beautiful little girl beside him.

"Grandma Muriel, long time no see." Rove greeted with a smile.

"Oh, Rove, you're back." Muriel said in a scathing voice, "Who is this red-haired little girl?" ”

"The classmate that Rove brought back." Dorjee said.

"Just classmates?" Muriel snorted, obviously not believing this statement, and she wondered:

"This red-haired head can't be the Weasley daughter, is it, is it Ginny?"

"That's not right." Muriel glared and said, "I only saw that girl last Christmas, she has nasty freckles on her face, she doesn't have as good skin as this little girl, and she doesn't have ...... water."

"Could it be that Arthur and Molly secretly gave birth to a girl again? This is also normal, the Weasleys multiply as fast as goblins. ”

"Grandma Muriel, she's Shirley Swinton, but a Weasley child." Rove corrected.

"Swinton?" Muriel wondered, "Which family name is this, why haven't I heard of it?" ”

"Shirley grew up in a Muggle family." Rove said.

"Oh, Muggle families." Muriel stopped talking.

Rove naturally understood what she meant with contempt, so he said without changing his face:

"Shirley, get a chair for Grandma Muriel, she's one hundred and four years old, and it's not good for her health to stand for a long time."

Shirley nodded, and with a wave of her wand, she aimed at two small rocks on the side of the road, which immediately turned into two mahogany easy chairs with thin legs like swan's necks.

On the chairs, there is also a luxurious velvet upholstery of the Utrecht yellow rose.

Dorjee applauded vigorously and exclaimed:

"What a beautiful Transfiguration, kid, I dare say Albus is not as good at your age as your Transfiguration!"

Muriel looked at Shirley in shock, she stared at her for more than ten seconds, and her heart was full of slander, even if she was so miserable to the country and the people, her transfiguration talent was still so good...... What a sin!

Shirley smiled humbly, "Grandpa Ephias, I'm still far away. ”

"Shirley, you're too modest." Dorjee sat on the chair, looked at Mu Lier again, and asked, "What do you think, this hand transfiguration?" ”

He teased, "Oh, I remember, you didn't get the Transfiguration back then. LS certificate of conformity, look at my memory, it's really old. ”

Muriel glared at Dorjee fiercely, and then threw herself into the chair, as if trying to crush it.

"What were you guys arguing about?" Rove asked.

"Let's talk about the Daily Prophet." Muriel smiled maliciously and said, "You kid is amazing now." ”

Rove wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

"You covered the whole year last year, and I thought that this summer there was the International Confederation of Wizards Congress and the Quidditch World Cup, and the news about you would be able to stop for a while."

"I didn't expect you to save another boatload of wizards, and Rita even wrote about you!"

Rove narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Did she say bad things about me?" ”

Not long ago, in the bathroom of the German Ministry of Magic, he unceremoniously beat Rita, and she could indeed write an article to scold herself.

"No, but praise you...... Elegant, easy-going and talented. Muriel sneered:

"That's amazing, the woman never said nice things about others, as if in the report about the International Federation of Wizards' Congress, she scolded Albus...... A dictatorial and rigid old madman! ”

"I said it." Dorjee interrupted rudely and angrily, "Skeeter's woman's article can't be trusted, she just likes old crows who don't have anything to do." ”

Dorjee's face turned as red as a turnip again, apparently ...... He was arguing with Muriel about the insulting Dumbledore article.

"Look at you, anxious...... Ephias," said Aunt Muriel, giggling, "I know you adore Dumbledore, and you've always looked upon him as a saint!" ”

"But before Albus became a saint, there were some very funny rumors!"

"Muriel!" Dorjee exclaimed, "In front of the children, what are you talking nonsense. ”

Muriel was clearly deliberately seducing Rove into asking about the 'funny rumors' about Dumbledore.

But Rove knew that she wanted to say something about Dumbledore's sister Ariana, so he said coldly:

"Grandma Muriel, although you are an elder, I still have to remind you that without others, don't talk about others."

Muriel choked on what she was about to say as the chair shook violently, almost knocking her to the ground.

Rove felt the shaking of the earth, watched the houses slothe in the distance, and the streets dusty, and wondered:

"Earthquake?"

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Book Friend 20200308172707207" and "Once Bitten by a Cat" for their tips.) ）