The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

(There are changes at the end of the previous chapter. Book friends who read it before 2 a.m. are advised to refresh and read the previous chapter again)

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Unlike the common wooden house structures in the United States, the walls of Granger's house are made of high-quality masonry. Wooden houses may have such advantages, but they must have one disadvantage: poor sound insulation. I wish the male host could applaud his love on the first floor, and the hostess on the third floor could hear it. However, a house with brick walls does not have this shortcoming. The soundproofing of her house is very good. Hermione was taking a bath diagonally opposite, and Tom didn't hear any noise.

That's a good thing for him. If you can clearly hear the sound of water, the sound of shower gel rubbing against your skin, and the moans of relief, but you can't do anything, it's like a company animal attending a company drinking party after get off work. torture. The only difference is that one wants to get in and the other wants to get out.

Hermione took a relaxing bath, wore a bathrobe on her bare feet, wrapped a towel around her head and left the bathroom. After Hermione finished washing, Tom also walked into the bathroom where the fog was still there - he also had the habit of taking a bath every day.

The bathroom was damp, with a strong scent of shower gel. There were still a little bubbles and a few long brown hairs left in the bathtub. Tom also took off his clothes. Just as he was about to hang the clothes on the hanger, he froze...

Hermione jumped up from the bed and threw the tiger doll she had just held in her arms to the ground. She rushed to her bedroom door, but suddenly slowed down and pushed the door open with the slightest movement, making sure that Tom was already there. After leaving the bathroom, she rushed into the bathroom as vigorously as a cat.

After entering, her eyes immediately locked on the clothes rack, and then she breathed a sigh of relief: they were all still there, no change except that they were a little wet. She picked up the little cuties like a thief and slipped back into her bedroom, pretending that nothing had happened.

Early the next morning, Tom suddenly woke up, feeling that something was about to happen. He ran to the window and looked outside, and sure enough, a beautiful car was slowly driving into the Granger's garage - the Grangers were home!

Tom panicked. His parents came home from work overtime, only to find that their daughter had brought her classmates home...

He was already considering whether to hide in the closet and pretend to be a plumber repairing the faucet. Or would it be a good option to just turn into a phoenix and fly away? There is no way to enter the earth, but there is a way to heaven!

At this moment his door was pushed open.

Hermione poked her head in and warned Tom: "Mom and Dad are back. Get dressed. If you dare to turn into a phoenix or something and run away, you will be dead."

Hermione:ヽ(●-`Д-)ノ

"I told dad before that you will come this year."

Tom: ┗( 0﹏0 )┛Surrender

So when the Grangers came home, they found their daughter in the living room with her daughter's classmate: Tom Yoder.

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"Yodele!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed, running over and hugging Tom, "It's been so long!"

Mr. Granger also smiled and nodded, saying hello to Tom.

After a few simple greetings, Mr. Granger showed a hint of fatigue: He operated on his old friend until late into the night yesterday, and finally stayed at his old friend's house. He rushed back this morning after confirming that he was fine. , now it can be said that I am physically and mentally exhausted.

"Old Hal is still so impatient that he actually asked me to remove four wisdom teeth and one bad tooth at once. He will have to eat liquid food for the next few weeks." Mr. Granger briefly talked about his old friend's condition. He took his wife upstairs to sleep. Before leaving, he also told Hermione that if the two of them got bored, they could go out for a walk. If they chose to watch TV at home, they should remember to turn down the volume.

The footsteps of Mr. and Mrs. Granger disappeared above their heads. Tom and Hermione looked at each other and made a decision: of course they should watch TV! There are no shops open outside on Christmas! Do you want Tom and Hermione to go have Chinese food or Kebab?

Christmas is equivalent to the Spring Festival in the West, and most shops will be closed. Most of the shops that are still open on Christmas are restaurants, and they mainly serve Chinese and Central Asian cuisine - because Chinese and Turkish immigrants do not have the custom of having a Christmas holiday.

Tom turned on the TV, and a man who was talking appeared inside. He wore glasses and was being bombarded by the host. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Tom recognized the man.

"Oh, Jim Harker!" Hermione also recognized the man on the screen.

Tom:?

"Jim Harker, Minister of Administrative Affairs, has just been elected Party Chairman (PC)." Hermione thought Tom didn't know him, so she gave Tom a brief introduction, "He used to be the editor-in-chief of a newspaper. I remember that I had exchanged letters with my father before, and then he quit his job as editor-in-chief to join politics, but I didn’t expect that he would sit in this position all the way.”

Tom:!

"Why does your dad know everyone?" He couldn't help but want to complain.

"My dad is one of the most famous dentists in London, so he naturally knows a lot of people!" Hermione looked very proud. She put her hands on her hips proudly and said with her head held high, "But it's quite surprising. I didn't expect that Jim Harker. Even though he can become a PC, my father still thinks that he is not suitable for politics.”

Tom:…

At this time, the doorbell rang, and the Granger family actually received a letter-it was a Christmas card from Huck! Although it was full of clichés, it still shocked Tom.

The host on the TV screen spoke eloquently: "So you have no attitude towards the European sausage standardization plan proposed by Mr. Morris of the European Community?"

Huck: "I..."

"Even if next year we have to call our sausages 'emulsified sweetbreads'? God, think about it, we're going to bring in those European crap sausages - salami, German bratwurst, probably British sausages. It has disappeared from the market!”

Huck wanted to say: If an item cannot compete with competing products, it must be because its quality is not up to standard! He had read a report, which said that the inside of regular British sausages contains 32.5% fat, 6.5% pork rinds, 20% water, 10% rusk, 5% seasonings, colorings, preservatives and 26% meat-cartilage, Heads, scraps, mechanically deboned meat residue

Damn it, who can eat this ingredient list? It’s almost as good as Russian black bread.

However, if he dared to say this, the minister's career might be over. He could only explain dryly: "I have the responsibility to implement European Community policies..."

"So you just swallowed it?"

"Ah, I did eat a sausage this morning!" The host's swallow was a pun, which meant both swallowing the sausage and passing the proposal. Huck played a word game and changed the subject.

Hermione changed the channel, which didn't make any difference to her. She didn't eat British sausages anyway.