Popular Web NovelsChapter 520 A fairly peaceful holidayChapter 520 A fairly peaceful holiday
Out of the gate of the outer wall of the castle, a long and straight stone road stretches along the woods. This is a secluded road. Maybe it was once bustling, but now only the ginkgo remains. There are some unnamed trees, and the road is covered with dried yellow leaves. When you step on them, there is a rustling sound of broken leaves.
Loren and Hermione walked along the stone road, Jorkins and Winky still stayed in the castle, with Wheat taking care of them.
The sun is gradually rising, and it seems that the whole world is left with only the sound of gentle footsteps and distant birdsong. A few birds that have got up early and have eaten are standing on the lush branches, tilting their heads and looking at the two curiously. People, not afraid of people at all.
Loren was looking at his surroundings.
It seems like a peaceful paradise isolated from the world, far away from the town. The lush woods stretch endlessly. The creek flows through the woods, and the dappled sunlight shines through the treetops on the stone paths and fallen leaves. It is quiet and peaceful.
Looking back, the outer wall of Crouch Castle is slightly yellowed, and a little bit of green emerges from a few stone cracks. Because it has not been cleaned and uninhabited for a long time, unknown seeds have sprouted. It must have been very long. It will soon spread along the wall. I don't know how long it will take. It will probably be another vibrant scene.
The former owner will not come back, there will be new residents here.
"Huh..."
Loren clasped Hermione's slender white fingers firmly, and with his arms, he drew an arc with the girl's hand and raised it high, as if two When the hands were raised to the highest level, the force suddenly released. The clasped hands fell down and drew an arc under the action of gravity. The two hands shook repeatedly.
Hermione turned her head slightly and rolled her eyes: "Is it fun?"
"Fun."
Feeling the hand squeeze again, Hermione looked helpless, what could she do to him? Yes, you can't beat him just for waving your hand: "Did you just cure Miss Jorkins' amnesia?"
"It can't be considered a cure..." Loren took a step forward, Swinging her arms, "For a period of time, she will intermittently dream about the memories sealed by Crouch. When she recalls everything, she will naturally be able to break through the shackles of the Forgetting Curse."
" Then...can Lockhart be treated in this way?"
"Unfortunately, we can't." Loren shook his head. "Lockhart's spell completely damaged his head. Not only did he lose most of his memory, he also lost his normal thinking ability, and Miss Jorkins's injuries Much lighter, and able to think normally..."
Listening to his explanation in her ears, Hermione looked back and sighed quietly in her heart, at least Mr. Crouch didn't Putting herself into an unforgivable situation, I hope that after Miss Jorkins recalls everything, she can feel relieved and come here to pay homage to him.
The bird on the branch tilted its head and looked at the two people's backs, chirped a few times, then spread its wings and flew up into the blue sky, leaving only a few light feathers falling down.
...
The towering towers seem to reach into the clouds.
Dumbledore stood on the top floor of the tower, his large wizard robe fluttering in the wind, his white beard tied together with a rubber band. He looked calmly into the distance, like an old man with nothing to do, looking at the scenery. Not sure what exactly I'm looking at, or maybe everything.
Just looking at his beard and face, no one would have thought that this was the greatest wizard in the magic world today. No one would have thought that he had fought with the Dark Lord a few nights ago, and now he has He broke with the Minister of Magic and was attacked from both sides.
The old wizard didn't look worried at all. His peaceful eyes reflected the Black Lake Forbidden Forest, the path stretching outward from the castle, and the blue sky.
Snape stood behind him expressionlessly, reporting the recent intelligence in a voice without any ripples: "... He believed that the accident that night was related to the prophecy, and repeatedly asked me about the details of the prophecy, but I don't know the complete prophecy."
At this point, Snape paused, and his rigid expression finally changed: "He has learned that all prophecies will be stored in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. Spies from within the Ministry of Magic were sent to steal it."
"Don't worry, Severus..." Dumbledore said calmly, seeming to be delighted by the silver fish jumping out of the water in the Black Lake, "I have already gone to see it with Alastor. In fact, the magic ball that stores prophecies is It can only be taken out by people related to the prophecy."
Snape's face slowly darkened, and his voice was cold: "In other words, only he and Harry..."
"Ha. Lee is hiding in a safe place, and I arranged for Mundungus Fletcher to stay by his side."
"The dishonest dealer?" Snape sneered faintly, "Ah. Busi, do you really think he is trustworthy?"
"Well...I have arranged for someone else."
"What about him? How do you know he won't go to the Ministry of Magic to get it himself?"
"I know him. He lacks the necessary courage, especially when he sees those who have died appearing in front of him. ..." Dumbledore comforted him gently, "I assure you, Severus, he does not dare to take risks himself."
Snape looked at him deeply, his eyes irritated. Like a real stab in his back.
"By the way, how is Harry's Occlumency learning?"
"His brain is so empty that you can hear the echo, and it is big enough for a Hippogriff to roam freely in it. , Flying with sore wings and unable to find a place to rest." Snape snorted, "I have never seen such a stupid student."
"Being willing to open your heart to others is a rare quality." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Give him a chance to practice, and he will show his talent."
...
Bei Ci sat in front of the dining table with an upright posture, his back straight. He had just finished washing his face and brushing his teeth after getting up not long ago, and he hadn't had time to take care of his gray hair.
My eyes glanced at the breakfast in front of me. I saw an almost perfect round omelette. The slightly browned yolk was right in the center of the egg white. The freshly baked bread exuded an intoxicating aroma of wheat. The fried sausage was shiny and attractive. It was paired with Several kinds of blanched green leafy vegetables are nutritionally balanced and rich in dishes.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking about a question that Loren has been thinking about since he was 8 years old: Who is the parent?
Whose child has developed superb cooking skills since childhood?
Whose children come home from vacation and let their parents have a luxurious breakfast?
If you don't sleep in during the summer vacation, why do you get up so early? I stayed up late last night writing letters, deleting them repeatedly, and it wasn't until dawn that I copied out a letter with no spelling errors. I overslept unknowingly and missed the opportunity to make breakfast for him.
Speaking of getting up early, that boy Loren went out before he got up. He seemed to be with Hermione. I don't know what he was doing? He just left without leaving a note.
"Alas..."
Bates sighed melancholy and slowly enjoyed the breakfast in front of him.
After taking the last bite of bread with warm milk, Bates burped comfortably, and then heard the sound of the door opening from outside. Looking up and seeing Loren entering the door to change his shoes, Bates coughed twice and asked, "Where did you go this morning?"
"To uphold fairness and justice in the magical world."
"Talk about people Words!"
Loren clicked his tongue. No one believed the truth. He shook his head and put on his slippers and walked in: "The air is fresh in the morning. Let's take a walk by the river with Hermione."
"That's right..." Bates muttered the words, "Treat Hermione well and don't always tease girls. It's okay to be bullied by her sometimes..."
"You didn't What do you know about being in love?"
"I don't...understand..." Bates puffed his beard and stared in anger, "You brat, you haven't been beaten since you've been in school, right?" "Me? Is there something wrong with that? "
"I'm just not married, it's not that I've never been in love!"
"Really, tell me about it?"
Bates snorted: "Back then, before I joined the army, I was a star in the school..."
"..."
Loren glanced at Grandpa Bates, who had gray hair but was still strong and strong. A slight smile appeared on his lips. He moved from the mountain pasture to the city and no longer had to endure the torture of werewolf disease. Grandpa Ci became visibly relaxed.
"Last month I attended a charity gala organized by a bank. As an old man, I stole the show. Many beautiful women rushed to dance with me..."
"Um, ah, yes...what's for lunch?"
Bates glanced at him and couldn't help but suspect that this man was changing the subject. He hadn't said enough yet, but the food was in front of him, and he still had more to say. He smacked his lips: "What to eat... I like everything you cook. How about roasted lamb?"
"It's probably too late today. The roasted lamb needs to be marinated in advance to be delicious."
"Then let's eat it tomorrow. I'll buy it in the afternoon!"
"Okay, I'll make it for you after I buy it." Loren thought about it, "I'll make tomato and shrimp pasta for lunch, and I'll buy some lamb in the afternoon. How about buying some beef brisket, making a pot of tomato beef brisket, and making some stir-fries with marinade?"
"Okay, okay..."
Bates smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his face with pleasure when he thought of the dishes made by Loren. But he quickly frowned and felt something was wrong. Why did he feel like this? Are parents incompetent again?
...
July 1st, evening.
The day of eating the roast lamb was five days later than Loren expected. The main reason was that Bates tried to be a conscientious parent and strictly controlled the quality of the ingredients, choosing carefully. Not satisfied, I waited for two days before asking a friend to buy a freshly slaughtered lamb at a high price.
Three parents and two children were eating roast lamb in the courtyard.
The mutton, which has been marinated for a whole day and grilled for nearly half a day, has an attractive color and rich meat aroma. The marinade and fat dye the skin into a charming golden color, and the grilled crust creates a crispy texture. The whole courtyard is filled with excitement. It's the scent. Dip it into the prepared green plum juice, chili sauce, and crushed dry ingredients. After one bite, the meat is overflowing with juice, and you can't wait to clean every bone.
Wendell's face was all shiny after eating, and he had to sigh that Loren's cooking skills were so superb.
Originally, he was going to be furious when he saw the letter from his daughter. He even planned to ignore Loren for half of the summer vacation. Unexpectedly, he was deceived less than a week after the vacation.
Alas, I can only find opportunities to show him how powerful he is in the future.
It's better to get along with him this summer vacation. If you have time, take him out for fishing and have a serious chat, and then guide him on fishing techniques. How can he always use transformation to deal with fishing gear... Bates is right, after all, he is a young man. Sensible children also need to be well taught by their parents.
While thinking in his mind, Wendell picked up a piece of lamb chop in a trance, dipped it in Loren's own mixed spicy dry ingredients and put it into his mouth. Suddenly his whole body was on fire from the inside out. , sticking out his tongue and hissing. The dentist, who didn't care about protecting his teeth, immediately opened a bottle of iced Coke and poured it into his mouth.
Monica couldn't laugh or cry when she saw it. She pulled out a stack of tissues and handed it over: "How old are you..."
Hermione tasted it in small sips, but her movements were not too slow. A row of mutton bones has been laid out.
Bates watched with a smile, sitting next to him cutting the mutton.
Loren was tired and rested for a while, holding a copper nut and playing with it in his hand.
"Written to Loren Morgan: I just got home and my mother was the only one at home. I asked her what happened with the mysterious man and she scolded me..."
" To Loren Morgan: Why no reply?"
"To Loren Morgan: This thing is broken?"
"To Loren Morgan: Out of range? "
"..."
"Written to Loren Morgan: My dad came back very late. They thought I was asleep, but I was not. I wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation and was discovered by the portrait of my great-grandfather at home... ...Why hang something like this at home!"
"Written to Loren Morgan: My dad left in a hurry after breakfast. He must have gone to see the mysterious man..."
Draco Malfoy is still a chatterbox, why didn't he notice it before?
Loren pondered for a few seconds, using only one finger to slowly poke the copper nut.
"Written to Draco Malfoy: Read."
Ten seconds later, Coppernut continued to vibrate, and faint words continued to appear in the blank space.
"Written to Loren Morgan: Turns out it's not broken!"
"Written to Loren Morgan: Why did you take until now to reply to me? I was going to write to you with an owl! "
『...』
Loren didn't look at the rest carefully. After flipping through it in a hurry, he found that there was no valuable information. He slowly stamped "read", then put the shaking copper nut back into the pendant, and ate the barbecue slowly. .
It seems that Voldemort did not live in Malfoy Manor, and the Malfoys also consciously prevented Draco from getting involved in the Death Eaters' affairs. He would probably be bored for the whole summer vacation. With Lucius's ability to adapt to the situation, Malfoy's life would not be in danger.
Hermione, whose belly was slightly bloated from eating, sat over at some point, tilted her head to look at him, her eyes stayed on the pendant, and she blinked when she met his gaze.
Loren grabbed a piece of lamb tenderloin, dipped it in salt and pepper and stuffed it into her mouth. He threatened fiercely: "What are you looking at? If you look at it again, you will gain ten pounds in one summer vacation!"
Hermione thought calmly for a moment, and as the mutton was chewed and swallowed into her stomach, she realized with horror that this threat was actually possible, and her face gradually became serious.
A proud smile appeared on Loren's face.
(End of this chapter)