The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"This is divination!" Hermione walked out of the classroom with satisfaction.

Tom: (″)

He felt like he was in a math class. When Professor Victor called for the end of the class, he felt that he had been drained - there was nothing else done in this class, just arithmetic, which made him dizzy. rise.

But Hermione was enjoying it.

"Hurry up, we have to rush to Muggle Studies!" She waved her watch in front of Tom's eyes. It was already 9:56, and they were going to go back in time at 57.

At this time, they were the only two people left in the classroom. After Professor Victor said get out of class was over, he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if there were wheels under his feet.

When the minute hand jumped to 57, Hermione turned the time turner.

Time starts to go back.

Another painful flight, and this time after standing still, Tom found himself and Hermione standing outside the Arithmancy classroom.

"Quick!" Hermione had already planned and pulled Tom into the broom cupboard in the corner.

"Actually, I had guessed before class that we would be hiding in this broom cupboard." After Hermione closed the cupboard door, Tom whispered in her ear, and the hot air sprayed on Hermione's ears, making her Face flushed.

"Guess... did I lock the broom closet door?"

Hermione:!

"Tom Yoder!" Hermione roared in her smallest voice. She didn't expect that Tom would be so bold and dare to treat time with such a cynical attitude.

"Okay, okay... I still have this in mind, I didn't lock the door..." Tom calmed Hermione down a little, then put his ear against the cupboard door, listening to what was going on outside.

When a person is angry, although he cannot kill a tiger with a shovel, it is still okay for his heart rate to increase and his breathing rate to increase. In addition, the broom closet is a closed space, so it soon became a bit stuffy inside, and at the same time, there was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of Tom's nose.

"Hermione, are you wearing perfume? Why does it smell so good?"

"I didn't!" Hermione glared at Tom angrily, and the two fell into silence.

Once it was quiet, all sounds in the cabinet were amplified, and Tom vaguely heard the sound of running water.

"Hermione, you..."

"Did you hear any strange noises?" Hermione also heard this strange noise.

Only then did Tom realize that Hermione's chest was glowing faintly. Hermione put her hand in, fumbled around, and pulled out a small bead that was emitting a faint golden light.

"It's a gift from Menes!" The light source on Hermione's chest was the time turner that Menes gave them. Tom got an hourglass and Hermione got a golden fish.

Originally, the golden fish seemed to be asleep, motionless in the beads and making no sound. But now, the golden fish seemed to have been stimulated by something. It woke up from its dormancy and kept swimming in the beads. It emitted a pale golden light and made waves of water sounds.

"Did the time travel back in time just startle it?" Hermione guessed, "How can I make it stop? Can you speak ancient Egyptian?"

Tom: "You really think highly of me..."

"What should I do?" Hermione didn't want to go to class with a strange voice.

"Actually, we can do this." Tom took out the hourglass from his chest. Seeing the hourglass, the golden fish became more active.

"We haven't used it since we got it," Tom said eagerly. "It seems like the golden fish wants to go back in time."

The time and space fluctuation caused by the time converter just now woke up the golden fish and made it a little eager to try. Although there is enough space inside the beads refined by Menis for the golden fish to live, it is still not as wide as the pond. Golden fish are naturally active, so when they wake up from their sleep, they naturally want to move around.

"But..." Hermione gritted her teeth. She was a little afraid of this, but looking at the golden fish's unyielding attitude, she could only give in, "We will only take a look at it after time travel and then come back!"

"No problem!" Tom pulled out the small stopper in the middle of the hourglass.

The moment the stopper was removed, the golden fish broke free from the bead and appeared in Tom's hand, pulling him and Hermione into the river of time.

The broom cupboard disappeared from Tom's eyes, as if he had actually fallen into a river. When the sand in the upper layer of the hourglass was drained out, the golden fish returned to the bead, and Tom also "jumped" out of the river of time and landed on a barren grassland.

He struggled to stand up, and what he saw was an open grassland. Looking at the surrounding terrain, he seemed to be on a cliff. The surrounding light was not very bright, and it seemed to be sunrise or sunset.

"Where is this?" Hermione asked from the side, "Shall we go back?"

Tom shook his head, walked forward a few hundred meters, came to the edge of the cliff, looked down, and found the answer to everything.

Under the cliff is a familiar lake.

"This is..." Hermione covered her mouth.

"Yes, it's the Black Lake." Tom looked back at the empty cliff. "This is what it looked like before Hogwarts was born."

On the shore of Black Lake is a dense jungle. Before Hogwarts, the Forbidden Forest was much larger than it is today.

Tom saw flocks of birds flying from the forest and hovering on the lake. Finally, some landed on the water and floated, while others just flew over the lake and flew back to the forbidden forest. Tom saw a few deer drinking water on the shore. Next to the deer were hundreds of bison, wild horses, and wild goats, who were enjoying the rich water plants on the lake.

A silver-white shadow emerged from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, followed by several small golden dumplings. It turned out to be a unicorn with a baby. It walked leisurely to the lake, lowered its noble head, and tasted the water of the Black Lake. A few cubs were playing nearby.

In the distant mountains, there was also a beautiful and melodious dragon roar. This was the first time that Tom heard the roar of a dragon. With the roar of the dragon, all the animals on the shore, except for the unicorn, raised their heads alertly and observed the surrounding environment.

Another flock of birds flew in the forest.

Before that dragon roar disappeared, a second dragon roar sounded, then a third, a fourth... It seemed that there was more than one fire dragon living in that mountain range. Tom speculated that the species of fire dragon might be the Welsh Green Dragon. This kind of fire dragon is the least troublesome of all fire dragons, and it is also one of the two fire dragons native to Britain.

At this time, several figures appeared from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, attracting Tom's attention.

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Essay on the street:

I had Tang Yang chicken nuggets for lunch, which is Japanese fried chicken.

The reason why it is called Tang Yang is that this dish is made using the deep-frying cooking method introduced to Japan in the Tang Dynasty of China. Generally speaking, if there is the word Tang in Japanese vocabulary, it means coming from China. After checking it out later, I was surprised to find that the method of making chicken nuggets is the same as the fried chicken method I learned when I was studying abroad. I couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

The city where I study abroad is a small city. Like other European cities, takeout is extremely expensive. It costs 20 euros to buy a fried chicken meal from a fried chicken restaurant in the city center. The nearest KFC is an hour's bus ride away. Cheng, this has cut off the access to fried chicken for poor students like us from many angles.

Creatures will evolve when encountering unfavorable environments, and when I encountered such difficulties, I also lit up the skill point of Fried Chicken. I brought the fryer from China - it's a serious fryer, not an air fryer - it's 1.5 liters, enough for two people.

Then I started making fried chicken with my roommate on weekends. I was responsible for cutting the meat and breading it with flour, he was responsible for frying it, and we marinated the meat together. As we fried chicken again and again, our recipe became more and more perfect, and our fried chicken skills became more and more proficient. It's a pity that when we perfected our fried chicken skills, our graduation internship began...

The two experienced a storm, returned to China, and never saw each other again, nor did they cook fried chicken together again...

Well, I’ve decided, let’s share my fried chicken experience in the next chapter’s words from the writer.