The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

This is a small town located at the foot of the mountains with pleasant scenery. The mountain peaks stretch tall and the valley is quiet and quiet. A small road stretches out from behind the town and winds up the mountain. The greenery in the wilderness gradually fills the field of vision, and flowers of various colors that cannot be named make people breathe easier. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers from fertile pastures, which is refreshing.

Deacon Thorne held Loren in one hand and held the package in the other: "Your grandfather, Mr. Bates, lives in a mountain pasture. He raises a flock of sheep with the town residents and grows some wheat himself. You can live a prosperous life. "

Loren nodded, lowered his head and caught his breath. He was wearing two layers of smocks and wearing thick and heavy spiked boots. This was a valuable item brought out of the orphanage. Sister Joyce let him keep it until she died.

The hot sun turned his cheeks red, and Loren climbed up the mountain panting and feeling dizzy.

It has been several years since he traveled back in time, but this body is too small, and his underdeveloped body and brain cannot support him to do many things.

Britain in the 1980s was not friendly to an orphaned child. There are a large number of drug dealers, thieves, unemployed youths and skinheads walking on the streets. The child cannot afford any minor accidents. He is no different from a 5-year-old child now, and it is difficult to realize all his ambitions.

The residents of the town watched the two people walking towards the mountain, their expressions became a little frightened, and they started talking among themselves. But the two of them didn't pay attention.

Once away from people, Loren couldn't stand the heat anymore.

He took out the hand held by Deacon Thorne, pulled off his smock, leaving only a layer of underwear, took off his hobnail boots, wrapped them in his smock, held them in his hands, and stepped on the spot a few times with his bare feet. There were smooth roads on the road. Stone, he thinks it's totally fine.

"Let's go, Mr. Thorne, I can keep up." Loren suddenly became brisk.

Thorne smiled and walked forward, pulling Loren along when encountering steep slopes.

In this way, about an hour later, they finally arrived at the mountain pasture. Three small huts were built on a high ground by the roadside. The hut is exposed to the wind on all sides, but is bathed in bright sunshine. The scenery below the mountain is unobstructed.

There is a bench made of roughly nailed wooden boards on the side of the hut. At this moment, an old man is sitting on it with a pipe in his mouth, watching the two people approaching gradually. He has a long beard, gray eyebrows, and deep wrinkles on his forehead.

Deacon Thorne stepped forward, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Bates, I'm Thorne."

"Yes, sir." The old man replied gruffly as he shook hands. He looked at the two of them and at the little bean-like child in front of him. The sun shone on the grass-like eyelashes and fluttered on the sky-blue eyes. There was a shadow, and he felt a little soft-hearted.

Loren felt that the old man was paying more attention to him, so he took advantage of the situation and said: "Hello, grandpa."

He just wants to live peacefully until he can stand on his own, and he doesn't really care about anything else.

Afterwards, Thorne asked Loren to take the package and rest next to him while he talked with Mr. Bates.

Loren placed the package on the stand next to the cabin and looked around. The sun is full and the grass and trees are fragrant. It is really a wonderful scene.

Soon after, Deacon Thorn came down the mountain, and they seemed to have completed the handover.

"Come in, you need to tidy up if you want to live here." The old man stood at the door and shouted loudly.

Loren ran into the house. There was only one room in the house. There was a small bed in the back of the room. There was a table and chairs next to it. There was a closet on the wall. There was a stove in the corner with a big pot on it and wood on the other side. Built together to form a ladder reaching up to the attic.

After stuffing the baggage and blouse into the closet, the old man had already laid out coarse cloth sheets in the attic, and stuffed some cotton wool into the coarse quilt. This kind of bed is enough in summer.

"I'll make you something out of wood later, just make do with it for now."

Wooden dining table in ranch cabin at night.

The wheat is cooked in goat's milk, and the aroma of wheat and milk are mixed together. When you take a bite of smoked lamb, the salty aroma spreads in your mouth. With just a sip of goat's milk, the slight fishy smell becomes lighter. There is also a plate of unknown... The famous small wild berries, some sour and some sweet, Loren followed the old man's example and grabbed a handful and threw them into his mouth. They were sour and sweet.

Compared to mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, potato cubes, and all kinds of potatoes, this is heaven.

After dinner, Loren wanted to clear the table.

"Boy, just live here. There are some things you can talk about when you grow up." Bates stopped him and took the dishes to the sink outside the house to wash.

"Okay, Grandpa." Loren felt that such an environment would be more comfortable even in the countryside.

At night, Loren slept in the attic. He could feel the smell of green grass in the wilderness. He seemed to be riding the wind through the valley, passing the creek, on the trees, on the clouds, on the edge of the cliff. His head was no longer moving. fainted.

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When he woke up in the morning, the sun shone through the attic, and Loren could hardly remember where he was. The old man wanted to make a bed frame out of wood in the attic, clean up some debris, and let Loren go to the mountains to play with the shepherd.

During the day, Pete, the sheepherder down the mountain, would catch up the sheep from other people in the town and take them to the mountain pasture with the Bates family's sheep to eat grass and drink water.

The shepherd was just a ten-year-old kid, and he was very tired of being alone with these stupid goats.

When he heard that he was going to take Loren up the mountain with him, Peter happily accepted the task.

We walked through the winding mountain road and put the sheep on the hillside to graze. Peter took Loren on a wild day, rolling on the soft grass along the hillside, watching mountain eagles drop rabbits on rocks, and picking up brightly colored berries.

Loren was also addicted to the wild fun in the mountains. During the years he spent in the orphanage, he had never been so free and unrestrained without having to worry about any safety issues.

At dusk, Pete drove the goats down the mountain with a sheep whip, and Bates led several of his sheep into the sheepfold with salt in his hand.

Peter arrived at the small town at the foot of the mountain, used a whistle to summon the children from each family, and took back his own sheep. Life in the mountains reveals poverty, primitiveness, but also comfort and nature.

Loren lived here and gradually got to know the residents of the town. They always looked at him with strange compassion, as if Loren was suffering from some great tragedy. But when Bates appeared, they changed. He was afraid and did not dare to approach with respect.

He also asked Peter, who told him that there were rumors of chaos in the village. It is not credible to say that Mr. Bates has killed people and made a deal with the devil, which will bring about unknown things.

Bates would always go into the mountains alone every month when the moon was full. He would come back pale the next morning, unable to do physical work for several days in a row, and seemed to become weak.

When Loren asked, Bates always said that after checking the fruit trees in the mountains, he would give himself a few days off to let his old bones relax. But he never takes Loren with him into the mountains.

[The character of Grandpa Bates is retained. This is just to introduce Bates. Bates has his own story. He lives alone in the mountains because of the werewolf. The actor of Little Heidi's grandfather is named Ganz, and the sheepherder is named Peter. I basically kept it the same, so it's an Easter egg.

It is not difficult to change the appearance of Bates so that there is no trace of Little Heidi, mainly because a lot of preparations have been made in the past, all of which are about the plot of Little Heidi at Hogwarts. The preservation is regarded as the newcomer's first time writing a book. A little obsession.

If it creates a bad reading experience for you readers, I will kowtow to you. 】