The last rays of sunlight set in the western sky, the gray day turned to night, and the Forbidden Forest fell into deep darkness.

Hermione held her wand and paced back and forth on the ground covered with thick fallen leaves, words still in her mouth.

"Peace...... Protect them all...... Close the earbuds to listen to ......"

There was a slight tremor in the surrounding air, and a wave of heat soon appeared above the clearing.

After casting her defensive magic, Hermione returned to her makeshift shelter, where she sat down on a stone and added a few pieces of wood to the campfire.

On top of the flames, there is also a small jar conjured by magic, in which acorns are boiled crushed into a paste.

Hermione took the jar out, cooled it slightly, scooped a mouthful of what was barely called acorn porridge, and put it in her mouth.

But it was so bitter that she could barely swallow it, and after only two bites, the girl stopped eating it, and felt like she wanted to vomit.

Hermione put down the jar and looked at the flames with a complicated expression.

As a "jack of all trades", she always feels that it is not difficult to survive alone in the wild.

Hermione did have plenty of theoretical knowledge, knowing how to choose a camp, how to build shelter, what magic to unleash to keep herself safe, and what plants to eat and which not to eat......

But when it comes to real practice, not to mention the eight-sided air leakage built by the shelter, it can't catch wild animals.

Yes, Hermione first found out that the hunt was so hard, she bent forward, thirty meters away, and just as she was about to raise her wand, the group of animals fled vigilantly.

The fishing was also ineffective, she was busy for half an hour, and she didn't even catch a loach.

Finally caught a pheasant, Hermione was scorched, and the cooked acorn porridge was even more difficult to swallow.

Seeing Rove do these things on weekdays, Hermione looks at how simple it is, but when she arrives, she is in a hurry, which is not right, and that is not good!

Hermione was holding a golden egg and lying in the shelter, and she would go to the nearby volcano tomorrow morning to look for dragon crystals.

Hopefully I'll be able to meet Rove or Shirley and have them both help her make a good meal, or she'll be so hungry that she won't even have the strength to deal with magical creatures.

Hermione sighed softly and touched her rumbling belly, at this moment, she missed Rove and Shirley immensely.

Especially missing the roast chicken made by Rove...... I want to eat it!!

Harry, far away in the Forbidden Forest, was also hungry, not only hungry, but also had a stomachache.

The reason was that he picked a few fruits that looked like small tomatoes to satisfy his hunger, and when he ate them, they tasted really good, but after eating, he began to have diarrhea.

After the diarrhea ended, Harry was still chilling all over, but he didn't dare to light a fire to keep warm, because when he came to the Forbidden Forest to attend class some time ago, Moody had sternly warned everyone:

"The Forbidden Forest is not as empty as you think, and you can't imagine what the light will draw from the darkness......"

In order to ensure safety, Harry even rode a fire crossbow bolt and hung it in mid-air, intending to sleep like this.

But the spasm in his abdomen struck again, and Harry struggled to twist into a ball, his legs grappling with the firebolts, and hurried back to the ground.

He had barely taken off his pants when he heard another loud sound from his lower body, and his keen sense of smell told him that this time there was blood in addition to the smell of excrement.

Just as difficult as Harry is Ron, who is lying on the top of a mountain.

After he was captured by the Thunderbird, he thought he was going to die, but who knew that he would be attacked by the Scaly Dragon halfway.

The good news is that the two magical creatures were fighting, and Thunderbird didn't care about Ron, so he threw him down and landed right on the top of a mountain, narrowly picking up a life.

The bad news is that there is no way down, and Ron is stuck at the top of the mountain.

Ron stayed up all day, and he didn't dare to sleep at night, because the area of the top of the mountain was not large, and the ground was still sloping to one side.

Ron didn't dare close his eyes, afraid that he would roll off the cliff while he was asleep.

Compared with everyone else, Rove, who came to his "faithful" back garden, seemed much more leisurely and comfortable.

At this point he sat by the campfire, gently rotating the barbecue.

A wild duck sits on a barbecue fork, its golden, wrinkled skin bubbling with oil, giving off a mouth-watering aroma.

Rove tore off a duck leg and handed it to Shirley, a girl with a ponytail, reminding, "Be careful." ”

The hungry Shirley snorted, took the fragrant duck leg, blew lightly, and then lowered her head to take a bite, she smiled brightly and said, "It's delicious!" ”

Rove smiled, also tore off a piece of golden and greasy duck leg, and chewed it slowly.

After the two of them got rid of the wild ducks, they sat down by the fire and drank a cup of pine nut tea, but the taste was average, so they took pleasure in the bitterness.

After drinking the tea, Shirley went to boil the hot water for tonight's washing, and Rove took out the Rock Thief Dragon's egg to repair it.

He didn't have a living bone spirit with him, so he had to sterilize the dragon eggs with potions and then put magic tape on them.

Shirley quickly boiled the water and called out Lot's name, and he let out a "hey", put down the dragon egg, and got up and walked towards the river.

Shirley boiled a large basin of hot water, and the steam rose around, and after Rove took the water and washed, he and Shirley sat by the river to soak their feet in hot water.

The night was surprisingly quiet, with stars surrounding the moon and hanging high in the dark sky, the moonlight sparkling on the river, the wind blowing and rippling, like playful children chasing each other.

At this moment, Shirley felt that the whole world was only left with her and Rove, she looked into the distance, stunned, and muttered:

"It's beautiful."

"yes." Rove clasped the back of his head with his hands, leaned his back against the back of the chair, stretched out his legs, and placed his feet in a basin filled with hot water.

Shirley suddenly looked at Rove with wide eyes, and he said with a puzzled face, "What's wrong?" ”

"You...... What are you doing? ”

"Soak your feet!"

Shirley bit her thin lip and said with a slightly red face, "Then why don't you put your feet in your basin?" ”

"The water in my basin is too hot." Rove rubbed the white instep of the ponytail girl with his toes, and there was a piece of smoothness on his feet, and he smiled and said:

"It's not as warm as the water in your basin!"

Rove used his own feet to gently play with Shirley's slender feet, and the girl's cheeks seemed to fly with a morning glow, which increased her charm.

Shirley was so flirtatious that she had to lift her foot and gently step on the instep of the teenager, trying to suppress this dishonest guy.

Perhaps feeling that one foot was not strong enough, and both feet were on the instep of Rove's foot, she laughed, revealing a delicate and charming look.

The two had a "water fight" with their feet, and after a basin of water was cleaned by the scourge, it was replaced by Rove's basin of "piping hot" water.

After a long time of playing, Shirley leaned her head on the boy's shoulder and whispered, "Rove, I'm sleepy." ”

Rove hummed softly, got up and stood in the basin, bent down to pick up Shirley.

The ponytail girl's little feet, as crystal as cardamom, hung in the air, the instep was slightly hooked, the feet were like crescents, and water droplets dripped from the tips of the toes into the basin.

Rove snapped his fingers, and the water evaporated instantly, and he hugged Shirley and flew towards the shelter.

Inside the shelter, there was a wooden bed conjured by Transfiguration, and Rove carried Shirley onto the bed and helped her untie her ponytail, and her red hair was scattered over her shoulders like a waterfall.

Shirley looked up and kissed Rove lightly on the cheek, then lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

With a gentle movement, Rove put the blanket over her and closed his eyes as well.

In the darkness, the corners of Shirley's mouth curled slightly, and she reached out to hug him, resting her head on his chest.

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(End of chapter)