Popular Web NovelsChapter 595 Celebrating ChristmasChapter 595 Celebrating Christmas
Christmas, London.
At eight or nine o'clock, Loren was shaken awake by Hermione and asked him to handle the most solemn dish of Christmas dinner-roast turkey.
Perhaps because of the large number of berries on the mistletoe branches, a certain girl's gift was satisfying. Loren was very willing to cooperate and started preparing the dishes after breakfast.
To be honest, it doesn't make much difference who does this.
The fat content of turkey is very low. If you are not careful, it will become old and burnt. The roasting time is not enough and it will not be roasted thoroughly. If you want to keep the juice from losing, you need to soak it in marinade, brush it with oil before roasting, and stuff the chicken belly with fruits. Vegetables...
At this time, Hermione no longer wanted to make it with her own hands, and kept saying that magic was just to make life easier.
After completing the tedious and complicated steps, the most effective way is to mix up some small ingredients for dipping.
After lunch, the marinated and stuffed turkey was put into the oven, and the aroma of meat began to hover over Hampstead.
When Crookshanks appears, he is always lying lazily somewhere, on the back of the sofa, on the carpet at the corner of the stairs or on the window sill of a certain room, most bright but not warm in winter. Sunshine, no one saw how it moved, as if it changed places while sleeping.
Hanhan's activity area is in the backyard. He flutters his wings and jumps from one tree to another, and then jumps back again a few minutes later. He also leaves for a while in the middle. During afternoon tea, he flies back from nowhere to ask for rat stems.
Crookshanks randomly appeared in the arms of a family member, raising his head and barking twice, begging for some dry mouse snacks.
Loren and Hermione watched a movie called "Braveheart" together. It is set in the palace politics of England in the 13th and 14th centuries. It is inevitable that people will wonder whether there are wizards in the original story. .
Hermione's serious analysis is quite interesting.
Dinner lasted for nearly two hours, mainly because the tipsy adults insisted on sharing their past life experiences. Bates and Wendell even complemented each other, and Monica's third-party perspective was unique. Ingenious and inspiring.
Although the two young people have rich and exciting past experiences, they have no intention of sharing them at this age and decided to go out for a walk.
Loren and Hermione walked on the street, quietly watching the whole city slowly light up. There were not many people on the street, and cheers and laughter kept coming.
In the dim night, many businesses and shops have been closed, but the colored lights on the streets and corridors are still on. Looking from a distance, various colored lanterns are lit, and the lights on the Christmas tree The light strips bloomed with warm orange light, and the entire night was illuminated softly.
There are young people dressed in fancy clothes performing on the street, there are vendors selling handicrafts chatting with each other, and there are young couples stopping to share a crepe.
"The taste is average."
Loren swallowed his last mouthful, threw away the wrapping paper bag and took the girl's hand, looking around: "Do you think these discount stores have increased their prices in advance? How can a greeting card be so expensive..."
< br>Hermione tilted her head slightly. The gift shop's greeting card business was unexpectedly booming. As for whether the store offered discounts or increased prices, no one cared.
"Do you think Santa Claus is a wizard? Who is a serious person who rides an elk in the sky and climbs people's chimneys in the middle of the night?" Loren shook their hands and kept mumbling. , "I feel like Dumbledore would do that kind of thing. It's not surprising what he does..."
Hermione pursed her lips, seeming to think that a certain old principal was indeed like this, and couldn't help but reveal A gentle smile.
The street shops are brightly lit, reflecting the white mist exhaled by passers-by red. The bulbs on the Christmas tree are very hot, making the mistletoe branches and berries crackle.
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12 Grimmauld Place.
In order to celebrate Christmas and prepare for the upcoming wedding, everyone worked tirelessly to clean and decorate the room. The wizard's convenient and fast magic made the Carver mother and daughter dumbfounded. Arthur and Molly were very interested in Muggles. Very interested in rust remover and fragrance.
The rusty chandelier has been repaired and cleaned. Instead of spider webs hanging on it, there are holly and gold and silver ribbons, and snowflakes that will never melt are piled on the carpet.
Kreacher's den is a key area for cleaning. It is made of rags and old blankets, with bread crumbs and moldy cheese scattered everywhere. It was directly judged by Marjorie as uninhabitable and marked as an illegal building. The sign was removed on the day before Christmas.
Considering Kreacher's self-made achievements, Sirius assigned him a bedroom on the top floor.
The portrait painting in the foyer is a problem. Compared with the survival of the Black family, the old lady cares more about the purity of the bloodline and always scolds the Carver mother and daughter hysterically.
Sirius even planned to light a fire for her, but in the end Mundungus stepped forward and got an extra tall Christmas tree from nowhere, blocking the Black family's family tree. Portrait of a hysterical Lady Black.
As for the elf heads placed on the wall in the foyer, Molly originally planned to cover them up with Santa hat and beard decorations, as long as they were pleasing to the eye, but Ms. Carver strongly insisted that they be covered completely, otherwise she would I'll have nightmares at night.
Anyway, when they went to bed on Christmas Eve, the old Blake house had a completely new look, and it was almost unrecognizable.
After a day of unwrapping gifts and having fun, the Christmas dinner was held at the Black Mansion.
"Here come the newlyweds, Merry Christmas!"
When Sirius Black and Betty Carver sat down next to each other, George and Fred took the lead in screaming and cheering , and even whistled exaggeratedly, making the entire underground kitchen noisy.
"It's better... let's eat quickly, the children are starving."
Sirius, who has always been articulate, stuttered a little. When he met the gentle eyes of the woman next to him, his handsome face There was a bit of shyness on his face.
"What do you think, kids?" George asked in a strange drawl.
Fred slapped the table: "It's all nonsense!"
The bride-to-be Betty Carver, who was being teased next to her, couldn't help but smile. She was no longer young. Beautiful, but very attractive. The warm yellow candlelight illuminates the fair and cold skin, adding a bit of warmth.
After getting along for a period of time, it was not difficult for her to get along with the warm and kind-hearted Weasley family who had adapted to living with wizards.
Mrs. Weasley is a warm-hearted and kind person, and Mr. Weasley is unusually curious about household appliances.
The steady man named Remus knew a lot about Sirius's childhood, but he would occasionally change the subject, such as asking about the posters of sexy swimsuit girls in Sirius' room, or the many love letters Sirius received...
On the other side of the long dining table, Harry and Ginny were wearing sweaters of similar styles and colors, sitting next to Ron, playing with a lifelike mini statue of Santa Claus.
"Look! Marjorie, if you fiddle with this scarf, it will fly, just like this——"
Santa Claus in red clothes hovers in the air, sprinkling crystal glitter. point of light.
"It's amazing!" Marjorie said happily. Boxing Day is said to commemorate an unlucky Christian named Saint Stephen who was beaten to death by pagans with bricks on the second day of Christmas and became the first martyr of Christianity...
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After breakfast, Loren and Hermione said goodbye to their parents, got dressed and walked back to the bedroom. Then they waved their wands and appeared in a hidden corner next to the grass in Grimmauld Place.
This place is still so messy and desolate, the surrounding houses are dilapidated and old, some of the houses have broken windows, and some have garbage piled up outside the front door steps. Fortunately, it is winter, and the bulging garbage bags have no pungent smell.
The two checked the house number and walked toward the narrow gap behind No. 11 and in front of No. 13.
With the rumble of space expansion, the door of Blake's old house appeared in front of them. They walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.
Soon someone opened the door to greet them. There were only two people. The one walking in front was Harry, and the one walking behind was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Her voice was clear: "You are Loren and Hermione! I am Sirius." The daughter of my fiancée, my name is Marjorie..."
"Hello, Marjorie."
Walking into the foyer, Loren noticed that this room had changed dramatically. .
Hundreds of colorful candles are floating in the air. The candles are not lit. The colorful colors have decorated the mansion with colors. The chandeliers are wrapped with white and gold flowers, and the moving fairies are among the petals. Fluttering its wings, a long velvet carpet lined the entrance to the foyer, and every corner was swept spotlessly.
These candles look inexplicably familiar.
The air was filled with a faint floral fragrance, without the damp, moldy smell of the past.
"These candles were sent by Dobby. He said that they were not used for the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts and were just used to decorate the wedding. Dumbledore also agreed." Harry explained to them. , "The wedding is planned to be held on the 28th. It is almost ready. There are no guests on both sides. Some members of the Order of the Phoenix will attend. It will not be particularly grand."
"Dobby is here too?"
"Yes, and there's Twinkle. I thought the family might be too busy, so I invited him by the way when I sent him a Christmas gift, but Mai didn't come. Dobby said he was reading a book on black magic and got hit. Curse, read and cry"
"The curse of black magic..."
Loren was silent for a moment, thinking that the curse of knowledge was also a curse. After the vacation, I should go talk to him and don't make the elf depressed.
"There is nothing we can do for you. How about we go back first and come back on the wedding day?"
"Don't say that..."
Going up to the landing, I heard the sound of piano and harp playing from the living room in the distance, melodious and slow, echoing in the open and spacious old house. It seemed to be the result of a complete overhaul of the old house. It was mixed with the footsteps of elves and adults walking back and forth, tea sets and porcelain There were clinking sounds, and intermittent chatter as the living room door opened and closed.
Just when a few people were about to push the door in to say hello, the wooden door opened, and the figure of a lady in a wedding dress hurriedly flashed, and then Molly appeared. When she saw the two of them, her eyes narrowed with laughter. A few wrinkles.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley."
"Loren! Hermione! Merry Christmas!" Molly came to the two of them and reached out to hug them into her arms. "Finally you are here. We are pulling the bride's hair, and those brats have been making clanking noises upstairs. Come up and watch them for me. It's best to supervise them to complete their homework!"
Obviously, she heard the two people's words of farewell just now.
"Well..."
Loren noticed the thin bloodshot eyes and the slightly swollen bags under her eyes. He knew at a glance that this enthusiastic witch spent a lot of time preparing for the wedding. Mind, she really needs a quiet environment.
"Stay."
Harry hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "The adults are busy preparing for the wedding. We are not allowed to make any noise. If we make the slightest sound, we will be scolded. We are locked up all day now. In the house, we only chat and play chess and do homework, and it's almost getting moldy. You two still have the guest room, how about staying here until the wedding?"
Marjorie nodded heavily, her eyes eager. , she is now very curious and eager to contact any wizard of her age.
"…"
It sounds like you are lacking playmates.
Loren and Hermione looked at each other, then at Harry and Marjorie next to them, and nodded lightly: "Then let's go upstairs to play with them. See you later, Mrs. Weasley."
Molly smiled brightly: "See you later."
Loren and the others stepped on the steps and continued up. The old wooden stairs still made a creaking sound when they came here last time. , this time it was no longer audible, the stairs were reinforced, the floor was covered with thick carpets, everything was brand new.
It seems that this is its true appearance, a legacy mansion built by a pure-blood family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and spent a large sum of gold Galleons.
In the room, Ron and Ginny were playing chess. Neither of them were very interested. Ginny scratched her head when she saw her knight being chopped down, but she had no follow-up ideas at all.
But...what the heck, lose sooner and get out sooner.
She was about to take out her king and loosen it when she immediately heard the door open. She slapped the chessboard in surprise and stood up: "Hermione!"
Ron looked at the chaos on the chessboard. The chess pieces huddled together looked a little uncomfortable.
A few people greeted each other and sat down next to them. Seeing that there were no twins in the room, Loren couldn't help but ask: "Where are George and Fred, are they helping too?"
"They were taken to the backyard by Sirius to shovel snow." Marjorie looked at the two knight chess pieces that Ron was wrestling with separately without raising her head. "They are not allowed to use magic yet, just Able to dig bit by bit with a shovel "
Loren turned to look at Harry: "Did they feed skipping candy to your future godmother?"
Harry shook his head: "George and Fred ran into Sirius talking about her mother's portrait in the middle of the night. Chatting and sharing breakfast with us, Marjorie's mother heard it, and Sirius became angry and asked them to shovel the snow."
Loren and Hermione nodded thoughtfully.
It seems that although Sirius has always been at odds with his parents, he still wants to get their parents' blessing when it comes to getting married.
If his parents were still alive, they might really be able to be convinced, but in the final analysis, the magic portrait is just a silhouette of a real person. They have memories but cannot think, and their emotions will not change...
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(End of this chapter)
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