Hermione came to the counter, pointed to a skinned and disemboweled rabbit and said, "Daddy, I want this!" ”

Mr. Granger didn't understand why his daughter suddenly wanted to eat this thing on a whim, but his wife reimbursed him for tonight's expenses anyway, and he didn't need to spoil his daughter's interest for it.

So he simply ordered a rabbit.

Rabbits aren't expensive, a whole rabbit weighing nearly two pounds doesn't cost as much as a good steak.

Looking at the packed rabbit, Mr. Granger patted his daughter on the shoulder and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to eat this?" ”

Rabbits are not very popular because of the high proportion of lean meat, the taste is very woody, and because they like to eat grass, the meat has always had a strange smell. Mr. Granger didn't understand what his daughter was trying to eat.

"Lovell wants to eat~" Hermione pouted and kicked Lovell, saying that this was not her will, Lovell, you quickly stood up and said, lest Dad have a misunderstanding, one day in the future, when he comes home from school, there is a plate of roast rabbits on the table.

Lovell looked at Mr. Granger expectantly, and nodded quickly.

Looking at Lovell's wolf face, Mr. Granger thought it made perfect sense.

In addition to meat, they also bought some fruit. Wolves are not pure carnivores, they are omnivores, and various berries can also be their meal.

Just as Lovell thought the day's shopping was over, Mr. Granger smiled and stuffed Hermione with a small bag of candy and told her that she had some time to spare, and that she could go to the library to pick out a book she liked to read. It was a reward for the first place in her class in her final exam.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger are dentists. As the daughter of a dentist, Hermione has been very strict since she was a child, and she basically has no access to candy, and even if there is candy to eat, it is sugar-free candy.

What you can't get is always the best, so Hermione does have a strong interest in candy.

Candy and books, both of which Hermione liked. So she didn't think much about it, and ran happily towards the library section of the supermarket. Mr. Granger also kindly agreed to help her take care of Lovell, which cut off her worries.

On the surface, this is just a father's reward for his daughter with excellent grades, but in fact, this father has ten thousand small ideas in his heart.

As soon as his daughter left, he immediately took Lovell to the counter where the lottery tickets were sold, pointed to the dazzling array of lottery tickets on the counter, and let it choose at will.

Lovell:( ̄ω ̄)

Well, being idle is being idle anyway. It picked a few pleasing tickets for Mr. Granger, which cost him about twenty pounds.

With a solemn face, Mr. Granger took out a handful of colorful bills from his coat pocket, along with a few coins.

It can be seen that he has saved this money bit by bit.

"Are you sure, sir?" The cashier is also a middle-aged man, and he is also a middle-aged man, he understands the hardships of middle-aged men, so he couldn't help but persuade him. In his opinion, it is irrational to use precious private money to buy lottery tickets.

Mr. Granger shook his head firmly, choosing to trust Lovell.

"Okay then." It's hard to convince the damn ghost with good words, and the cashier doesn't talk nonsense anymore, and directly collects the debt, and sells the scratch tickets to Mr. Granger.

Mr. Granger took the ticket as if with some sense of ritual, and just as he was about to start scratching it, his hand froze.

He looked at Lovell, who was lying on the side in a daze, and a hint of realization rose in his heart: How can you let yourself scratch this lottery ticket? Isn't that ruining luck?

"Good~" Mr. Granger bent down and hugged Lovell, lifting the bewildered wolf cub to the counter.

Lovell:?

Looking at this beautiful wolf dog, a look of envy flashed in the cashier's eyes. Men, they just like this kind of wild animal, if possible, he also wants to raise a cheetah, no matter how poor, it is also excellent to raise such a beautiful Czech wolfdog. It's just a pity that he doesn't have any money. Even if he didn't ask for a price, he knew that this very good looking wolfdog was worth a lot of money, maybe five figures.

Of course, if someone did ask for the price, Mr. Granger would laugh a few times and say that he didn't pay for it, and that his daughter picked it up from the street.

Lovell was a little confused, he didn't understand what Mr. Granger was trying to do. It only saw Mr. Granger take one of its paws, pick up a nail from the middle, and scrape it on the ticket.

Lovell:?!

The cashier's face also became strange: If you want to be lucky, shouldn't you use a rabbit's foot? Do you really use dog paws?

It's really useful.

Mr. Granger quickly scratched off all the tickets and claimed them one by one.

"Five pounds, twenty pounds...... This one is amazing, fifty pounds......"

A twenty-pound lottery ticket scratched off a two-hundred-pound prize!

A gleam of joy flashed across Mr. Granger's face, but when he wanted to do it again, Hermione returned. Mr. Granger had no choice but to stop.

On the way home, however, Mr. Granger was in a noticeably good mood, turned on the car stereo, and sang along to the music.

Good days are coming!

When he got home, Mr. Granger plunged into the study, and no one knew what he was going to do, while Mrs. Granger took the ingredients and began to prepare dinner.

Lovell and Hermione returned to their second-floor bedroom.

Hermione bent over, just as she was about to change her shoes, only to find Lovell following closely behind.

A blush appeared on the girl's face, "You, you go out first-"

"Are you worried about me smelling it? Hermione, you don't have to worry, I've already smelled it~ My nose is sensitive! Lovell said triumphantly.

Hermione's face suddenly turned into a large, ripe peach.

"Don't be nervous, I kind of like the smell......" Lovell didn't notice the girl's shame, but continued to chatter.

A string stretched in Hermione's heart seemed to break.

Damn fellows! She gave Lovell a hard wink.

What a bad guy! She looked at Lovell and decided to punish the bad dog a little.

Without doing anything, she turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lovell condescendingly.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" She said lightly.

"Huh?" Lovell froze: Did I make a mistake?

"Of course." Hermione's eyes narrowed, and she counted Lovell's faults with her fingers.

“…… The last one, you actually came back so late, let me wait for a long time, such a little wolf must be severely punished! Let me think about it—just punish you for taking my shoes off. ”

"But it's not my fault, it's Dumbledore—"

"And quibble, it looks like we have to punish more," she said, looking at Lovell, a smile on her lips, "I'll punish you, don't use your claws!" You can only use your mouth~"

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