Popular Web NovelsChapter 392 The first message from the patron saintChapter 392: The Patron Saint's First Message
Breakfast time, Granger's house.
Wendell walked up the stairs with a freshly baked egg tart in his hand and came to stand in front of his daughter's bedroom door. Feeling that the temperature of the egg tart had dropped, he put it to his mouth and took a bite, and was immediately hit by the scalding hot inside. It was so hot that I gasped and puffed.
After blowing for a long time before swallowing the egg tart, Wendell smacked his lips in fear and knocked on his daughter's bedroom door: "Hermione, it's time to get up and have breakfast... I know, today is your first day off. , But you can't sleep so late—"
Before he finished his warm words to wake up his daughter, the door opened with a click.
The well-behaved daughter had already changed her clothes and was standing in front of the door. Except for her hair being a little disheveled and her face still flushed from sleep, she looked like she had been up for a long time.
Wendell blinked: "So you've already gotten up. Go brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast. Mom baked the remaining egg tarts from yesterday."
"I, I've already I brushed my teeth..." Hermione replied a little shyly.
"I brushed my teeth... I got up so early..." Wendell muttered in a low voice, "Then come down and have breakfast."
Wendell turned around and walked down the stairs. , took another bite of the egg tart, and was burned to the point of grinning again.
Hermione followed obediently behind him.
The breakfast at Granger's house is produced by Mrs. Granger, a doctor. It has a rich variety of milk, fried eggs, bacon, egg tarts, wheat bread, fruits and vegetables, and is nutritionally balanced in terms of protein, fat, carbohydrates and vitamins.
The food diluted the smell of toothpaste in her mouth, and Hermione slowly came out of her trance, expressionlessly sipping milk, secretly ashamed.
Loren is right, he must not have enough sleep, otherwise how could he do such a stupid thing.
Monica put the last half of the piece of bread into her mouth, chewed it in small bites, wiped her mouth with a tissue after swallowing, and talked about her plans for today: "Hermione, our clinic still needs more We will close in a few days. We will take you out to play after we are done. Can you ask Loren to play with you for a few days first? "
"Yeah, I understand, Mom..." Hermione nodded. Her breakfast had come to an end, and she picked up the cup and prepared to drink the remaining half cup of milk.
Wendell was eating the egg tart slowly and leisurely. Suddenly he remembered something and asked: "We bought a new batch of toothpaste, fruit flavored. Do you want to bring back a few tubes for you? Hermione, how about the orange flavor?" Like?"
"Ahem——"
Hermione suddenly choked on the milk, almost spitting out the milk, and coughed twice: "No, no need... Dad ..."
"Why is this kid so weird?"
Wendell and Monica looked at her suspiciously.
...
The neighbor next door also finished breakfast at this time.
Loren waved his magic wand, and the oil stains and food residue on the dishes, cutlery, and cups were automatically separated and slowly flew into the trash can. After the stains were almost completely separated, the tableware lined up and jumped into the pool. They rubbed each other with a squeaking sound, then jumped out and lined up in a neat queue in the cupboard.
The whole process takes less than a minute, and the kitchen is organized like this.
Bates stood at the door of the kitchen and witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. He couldn't help but lamented: "The housework done with magic is incomplete. These tableware do not carry the love of the family."
Loren put it away. The magic wand was a little speechless: "The dishwasher can carry your love, as long as you are willing to wait for an hour, or you want to wash it by hand..."
Bates was convinced and simply shut up.
He felt that he had become lazy after moving to the city. When Loren was not at home, he could not remember to use the kitchen once a month.
It was all because Wendell always took him to go fishing, so Monica had to let him eat.
After breakfast and a short rest, Bates took Loren to the back garden to weed, prune branches, water and fertilize.
The once barren back garden has completely changed its appearance, with smooth grass, blooming flowers, and canopy-like branches. At the beginning, Bates just wanted to plant for fun to pass the time. Thanks to the ample free time, he planted more and more, and the better he planted. Until now, the size of this back garden has exceeded that of Granger next door. Home.
In June in summer, the sun is just right, and the warmth shines on the body through the leaves, making people feel comfortable and want to close their eyes and lie down.
After finishing these things, half a day passed like this.
When it was time to prepare lunch, there was another knock on the door outside the house.
Boom, boom, boom.
When she opened the door, she met Hermione's watery eyes. Her hair was casually tied into a fluffy ponytail. Her breakfast pajamas had also been changed into a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and her jeans were just above her knees.
Hermione stood there lively, holding some of Monica's leftover ingredients from last night in her hand, her tone still sounded a little awkward: "Mom and dad haven't started vacation yet, I brought these Come here and make lunch..."
Loren didn't speak, he only looked at her lips and teeth teasingly, his gaze was like an acrosantula, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Hermione subconsciously wanted to lower her head to avoid it, but after thinking about it, it was just toothpaste foam. She had already kissed him anyway, so she rolled her eyes and raised her neck to look at him with a fierce gaze.
Loren tilted his head and blinked at her.
"It's Hermione..." Grandpa Bates's voice gradually came closer.
Hermione's fierce eyes suddenly disappeared, and her voice became soft and soft: "It's me. Mom asked me to bring the remaining ingredients. She and her father both went to work and won't be back at noon. ..."
"Then have lunch with us!"
Bates took the ingredients and greeted her warmly into the house.
When passing Loren, Hermione gave him a proud look and wrinkled her delicate nose.
Loren turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth——
Oh, he was holding on to the front and then being respectful, it makes people laugh just thinking about it.
The task of making lunch naturally fell to Loren. After the meal, Hermione took the initiative to take over the task of washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen. With a wave of the wand, the dishes were washed and dried in an orderly manner. The moisture returns to its original position.
The two little wizards started a discussion, discussing what combination of spells would wash the fastest and cleanest.
Bates moved the deck chair to find a good spot in the backyard, lay down lazily and basked in the sun, listening to the children's murmuring discussions coming from the house, and his breathing gradually became even and long.
The little wizard now, tsk...
...
Ottery Saint Catchpol Village is a little-known village, and its territory is not very big. , but the people here live quite well. Even in the years when the economy was at its lowest, they never heard of anyone who had no food to eat.
But this does not mean that it is an ordinary village. The old people living here have several magical stories. Every summer and Christmas, young people who move into the city always bring them with them. The children came back and listened to the fascinating stories told by the old people.
For example, someone once saw a car flying in the sky.
For example, there is a big house outside the village where people can hide. From time to time, there will be muffled sounds of explosions in the big house.
For example, there is a strange little animal that is often seen in some people's land. No one knows it at all, but the children don't know where they heard it. Those things are called goblins.
Ottery St. Catchpole has had great weather in recent weeks, with the summer sun generously spreading its light and warmth.
In the quiet afternoon, in a secluded open space outside the village where no one saw it, a four-story building built crookedly made the sound of ghouls tapping on the wooden floor of the attic again.
"George! Fred! Go take a look in the attic and tell that guy to be quiet!" A loud female voice spread throughout the small building. The housewife was obviously in a very unhappy mood because her third My son has graduated and is working. He leaves early and comes home late all day long, and even doesn't come back for several days.
Molly Weasley gets angry every time she thinks about this, so the potatoes in the Weasley family's recent dinner dishes are always cut into very small pieces. It's like someone is taking it out on an innocent potato.
There was a sound of stomping up the stairs in the attic, and two minutes later, the ghoul finally became quiet.
Ron in the courtyard raised his head, squinted at the fourth floor window, lowered his head and continued to feed the little owl: "Ginny, bet on a chocolate frog picture, they put the ghoul again Tied to the water pipe "
Ginny, who was sitting across from her, had a glint in her eyes and thought for a moment: "I don't want your picture, just lend me Zhu Weiqiong."
The little owl heard her name and said happily. They were scurrying about on the table, making a shrill chirp.
"It's all your fault! It only recognizes this name now!"
Ron gave her a wary look. He had not yet forgiven his sister for naming his owl first. He put his arms around the fluffy little guy and said, "Who do you want to write to? Piggy is still young, so he can't send big packages!"
"No, it's just a letter!"
"Then I want your picture, the one of Agrippa."
"Deal!" Ginny said cheerfully, her tone became lighter, "The method of tying the ghoul to the water pipe has been Mom scolded them, they have been hanging ghouls upside down lately!"
Ron looked at her suspiciously: "How do you know?"
Ginny's expression froze. , whispered: "Someone must help the ghoul untie the rope, it is so pitiful..."
On the third floor of the Burrow, in the twins' room.
George and Fred were immersed in a parchment list, muttering non-stop:
"The fake wand... how about pricing it at a gold galleone?"
"Is it too expensive?"
"Hey, this is our exclusive product."
"Let's just order this much for now... The next item is Fat Tongue Candy... …"
...
A week has passed since the holiday, and it's another leisurely afternoon.
Through the gaps in the leaves of the plane trees in the courtyard, one can see the clear blue sky above. The white clouds are like cotton, floating lazily in the sky, and it takes a long time to see any movement. Due to the location, the sun is warm, and it will feel hot when exposed to direct sunlight, but it is just right under the shade of a tree, and the breeze does not make it dry.
Loren and Hermione were lying under the plane tree, with mottled shade and warm light spots above their heads, and the sound of water pipes gurgling in their ears.
Grandpa Bates is giving Crookshanks a bath. The water in the water pipe is warm from the sun, and long-haired cats are really hot in this weather. Logically speaking, Crookshanks should be very comfortable. , but it is just a cat. Cats are naturally afraid of water and do not want to take a bath.
It was the first time that Loren and Hermione heard that Crookshanks, who had always been so old-fashioned, could howl such a cursing voice, like an energetic young cat, but it just didn't sound good.
But howl returns, you still have to be washed.
The long-haired cat was wet with water, and its ginger hair stuck together and stuck to the skin strand by strand. The kitten, which was not beautiful to begin with, looked even uglier.
Washing to the back, Crookshanks seemed resigned to his fate, his howling became quieter, but his sad expression became more and more sad.
Loren locked a cloud through the gap in the leaves and determined the direction of the cloud. Loren imagined an illusory cloud in his mind. Starting from the position of the cloud just now, it moved slowly and evenly. Flowing towards another leaf gap.
The clouds in my heart floated, floated, and drifted into the next gap in the leaves.
I close my eyes and count to a hundred, and the real cloud will float to the next gap.
Loren closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes, tilted his head, and looked at another gap in the leaves——
Huh?
There are no clouds.
Looking back, the original cloud was gone!
How big of a cloud am I?
Just as Loren was looking around for the cloud, Hermione's clear voice rang in his ears: "Loren, last night we practiced the technique of using the Patronus Charm to send messages in the Book of Fantasy. , let's try it now."
"No, I'm busy."
Hermione tilted her head and looked at him, Are you busy with Sir Nicholas's head?
So she stood up and walked in front of Loren's head, stretched her hands under his armpits, and dragged him up with a little force like a wounded soldier on the battlefield, until he was dragged under the trunk of the sycamore tree, and then Use a little force to pull him up a little and let his back rest against the trunk of the tree.
Hermione squatted beside him, rubbed his face and warned: "Now I will sit behind the tree, and we will communicate using the Patronus. Is that clear?"
Luo Lun blinked: "Oh."
"..."
What do you mean?
Hermione was a little angry, but she also knew that this was a lazy guy. She rubbed the apple flesh on his face and came behind the tree, waving her wand: "[Calling God's Guard]"
The soft silvery white light gathered together to form a small, arm-long dolphin.
The little dolphin swung its tail lightly in mid-air, causing shimmering ripples. Hermione thought for a few seconds, then leaned closer and whispered: "How is the weather today?"
< br>With a gentle wave, the little dolphin swam out in the direction of the tip of the stick.
Half a minute later, a swaying silver-light killer whale came closer, only the size of an arm. Hermione leaned closer and listened with her ears: "Are you stupid, can't you see it yourself?"
"!"
Hermione took a few deep breaths, resisted the urge to take action, waved away the killer whale patronus, summoned the little dolphin again, and asked: "How will the weather be tomorrow? ?"
Half a minute later, the Silver Killer Whale came again, bringing someone's mean voice: "Are you stupid? How do I know what will happen tomorrow?"
"!"
I don't know why, but the message sent by the patron saint quickly went astray.
"You are stupid!"
"You are stupid."
"Damn it!"
"You are detestable."
"Evil!"
"You are evil."
"..."
(End of this chapter)
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