The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Lu Ping looked at the tightly sealed small porcelain bottle, and his heart skipped a few uneasy beats.

Although he and Snape have always been at odds with each other, and Snape has always coveted his position as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, they are both professors now, and Dumbledore also trusts that person... so Snape should not be here There is poison in the medicine.

However, this can only ensure that personal safety is not endangered.

"Loren..." Lupine was silent for a moment, "Can you tell me about the improvement of the potion?"

"Good professor." Loren told the story honestly, "In order to achieve better results, Professor Snape proposed adding highly irritating materials to the original Wolfsbane potion. This Wolfsbane potion added Rafflesia flower extract..."

Lupine's eyes twitched. As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he certainly knew what kind of plant Rafflesia was.

Add the extract of that thing to the potion and drink it...

The taste of Wolfsbane Potion is unpleasant enough, but with the addition of Rafflesia...

"Loren!"

"Um?"

"Can adding Rafflesia really improve the efficacy of the medicine?"

Loren quietly glanced at Lupin quietly.

Professor, your question is very informative.

Loren was silent for a moment and replied: "From the perspective of the principle of potions, it is really possible."

"Really..." Lu Ping nodded in a daze.

"Professor," looking at the professor's somewhat pale face, Loren reluctantly made a request, "I want to observe your transformation state on a full moon night for the subsequent improvement of the formula, is that okay?"

"Subsequent improvements to the formula?" The light in Lu Ping's eyes flashed, and a glimmer of hope arose, "What improvements?"

"Adjust the dosage of the extract, and determine the dosage of the corpse-smelling konjac, leopard-skin flower..." Loren saw Professor Lupine's hands seem to tremble, and he gradually slowed down his speaking speed, "the dosage of these additives."

"Corpse-stinking konjac, leopard-skin flower..."

Lupine repeated these unpleasant-sounding flower names in a low voice. After thinking for a while, maybe the news was too heavy, but he thought more clearly. He raised his head and showed a free and easy smile to Loren, "It sounds very unpleasant. But I believe Professor Snape is professional..."

He seemed to have thought it over completely: "I hope the improved potion will allow me to have the strength to go to class after the full moon. If I am still in the same state as on the train for a few days after my transformation, your classes will fall behind again." .”

What a good temper...

Loren silently prayed for the werewolf professor in his heart, hoping that he would still be able to drink the potion.

"Professor, remember to drink the potion one week in advance, that is Thursday next week." Loren asked.

Lupine put the small porcelain bottle into his pocket, nodded and replied: "I understand, the full moon is on the last day of this month. Come to me in the office after dinner, and we will go to the Shrieking Shack together."

"Okay Professor. Goodbye Professor."

Looking at Loren's quickly leaving, Lupine smiled softly, got up and came to the podium, preparing to take the water tank back to the office.

The water monkey Kaba pressed his face against the glass and bared his teeth at him fiercely.

Lupine looked into Cabba's eyes and asked softly: "You said that if I give up the Defense Against the Dark Arts class to Snape, will he change the potion to taste better?"

"squeak--"

Lupine smiled, knocked on the glass to scare it back, held up the water tank with the levitating spell, and walked out of the classroom.

…

September 19, 1993, the third Sunday in September, in the morning.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed. The sky had been gray for the whole week ahead, and the heavy rain that everyone expected had not yet fallen. Fortunately, the autumn breeze is blowing and the temperature is neither cold nor hot, which is very pleasant.

"It might rain today."

At the foot of the foyer steps of Hogwarts Castle, Loren looked up at the sky. Although there were still dark clouds floating in the sky, the sky today was brighter than before.

Hermione also followed Loren and raised her head, her fair face reflecting the light of the sky. She couldn't figure out why the brightening of the sky was a sign of rain.

Harry did not raise his head. He looked at the sky outside the school from a distance. Some blurry black figures were moving through the clouds. They were the dementors that had not yet left.

Ron next to him urged: "Let's go and stop looking. Let's go to Hagrid's place early."

So they looked away and strode towards Hagrid's hut.

Crookshanks, who was squatting on the steps, slowly raised his head, opened his mouth and limbs, stretched his waist, and then jumped down the steps, taking small steps to follow the little wizards.

"It's just an ordinary birthday. You don't have to go to Hagrid's place to have barbecue, right?"

Amidst the rustling of footsteps, Hermione asked weakly. Not long after she got up, her voice was soft and thin, like the autumn wind blowing through the leaves.

"Please, your birthday happens to be on the weekend, how could you just celebrate it casually!" Ron shouted, "By the way, have you opened the birthday gift I gave you? It's a magical notebook, and the content can be whatever it is." I have been making mistakes for a long time..."

He showed it off eagerly, as if he was not giving a gift but receiving it.

Hermione smiled: "Thank you, I like that notebook very much, and Harry, I also like the "General History of British Magic" you gave me."

Loren, who was walking next to her, turned his head, narrowed his eyes and stared at her.

"Watch the road, be careful not to fall." Hermione stretched out her hand to push his head back, and leaned into his ear with a helpless expression, whispering, "Although you haven't given me your gift yet, as long as it comes from you, I like it. .Is that okay?”

Loren then looked back at the road with a smile on his lips.

There are very few people on the road outside the castle. On weekend mornings, most of the little wizards will stay in bed for most of the morning, and the few students who get up early will not come out to play at this time.

Walking on the soft path, thanks to the fallen leaves blocking the mud, your feet feel soft and your shoes will not be stained with mud. It's just that the dew soaked the trouser legs unconsciously.

None of them were wearing magic robes. They wore long-sleeved jackets or sweatshirts outside simple shirts. The weak autumn wind blew the moisture accumulated during the night onto their faces and necks. They were wet and cool, not cold, but rather refreshing. .

Breathing the cool air, Hermione, who had been immersed in busy classes and homework, gradually relaxed and slowly accepted this leisurely weekend birthday.

She seemed to remember the past two years. Although the first grade had been worried about the Philosopher's Stone and the second grade was shrouded in the shadow of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, they would always find one weekend every month to go to Hagrid's hut. Most of the time, there is no rock crust lunch left. Occasionally, there are fresh seasonal vegetables to try, and Loren simply cooks something...

At that time, I walked along the path like this, and my trousers would get wet with dew.

Hermione was in a daze. She suddenly realized that although there was no crisis of the Sorcerer's Stone or the basilisk in the third grade, she seemed to be even busier, so busy that she almost missed this weekend.

A shout suddenly rang out from the quiet forest path: "Spinball!"

Hermione subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

Loren shouted, and a small stone was shot out from under his feet.

The pebbles flew out suddenly and disappeared into the grass without any rotation and naturally no arc.

But this man was not discouraged. He looked for a stone on the ground with great interest and tried to volley a curved shot.

Seeing how many times he tried, Harry became interested and quickened his pace to catch up with him: "I'll come too, I'll come too. There are some moves in Quidditch that also have arcs..."

Ron's eyes widened and he hurried forward: "Quidditch, what Quidditch, let me take a look..."

So all the stones along the way suffered.

Hermione pursed her lips and couldn't help but laugh. She followed a few people slowly, occasionally calling Crookshanks to stay away from the boys.

After walking through the vegetable field and greenhouse, I saw the leaves of the Whomping Willow swaying gently in the distance. Then I walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest for a while. When I heard Fang's joyful cries coming from the forest, I arrived at Hagrid's hut. .

The hound Yaya was standing inside the fence and saw the figures of several people slipping out of a gap in the wooden fence and running towards them while barking.

Harry and Ron approached him, bending over and rubbing the dog's head with teeth quickly, saying things like "Long time no see" and "Why does he look fat?"

Yaya shook off the two of them and trotted up to Loren, rubbing his calf. When he saw Crookshanks beside him, he wagged his tail happily and leaned in for a sniff. The action looks somewhat similar to when Harry and Ron rub the dog's head.

Crookshanks didn't panic at all and followed Loren calmly.

"Good morning, little ones!"

At the door of the wooden house, a hybrid giant wearing a moleskin coat poked his head out of the house. Hagrid had a smile on his face. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Loren, come and take a look. I'll prepare as you said." I bought a lot of meat and chopped it all into pieces!”

…

Sizzling——

Sizzling——

The fat roasted by the high temperature drips onto the charcoal fire, making a pleasant sound. The oil and protein pickled with spices slowly mature, giving off an increasingly alluring aroma.

The complete stone was carved into a rectangular stone trough, which was covered with a layer of fruit charcoal and a rough wire mesh was placed on top. This was the barbecue grill made by Hagrid.

I don't know if it was made by magic or hand. It's not exquisite, but it's big enough for a hybrid giant and four little wizards to grill their own meat.

Ron, who had several skewers of beef and mutton in front of him, stood next to Loren. While mechanically flipping his skewers, he couldn't help but look at Loren's piece. He subconsciously sniffed a few times, and the alluring aroma became stronger. It makes people’s stomach growl.

It's very strange. The meat was all chopped by Hagrid, and the sauces were all prepared by Loren... The same sauces were marinated, and the same movements were used to stir, but Loren's smelled more fragrant.

"suck--"

Ron took a deep breath, and the fragrance became even stronger. He turned his head quietly, wanting to see Loren's technique and learn from it secretly.

As soon as he raised his eyes and met Harry's, the two looked at each other in tacit understanding, looking at each other tacitly.

Ignoring the thoughts of the people around him, Loren flipped the barbecue leisurely.

It is said that the best quality ingredients only require the simplest cooking method. For the public, fresh meat is the best quality ingredients, and barbecue is the simplest cooking method.

Not only in China, this primitive cooking technique is used all over the world. German barbecue is very popular, with various leg and elbow steaks, large and filling; Brazilian barbecue is unique and even has a place in China.

Britain, which has always been considered a food desert, also likes barbecue, sausages, chicken skewers, peppers and vegetable skewers, with sauces...different approaches lead to the same goal.

In order to cater to the tastes of several people, Loren cut out the spicy and spicy sauce and added some sour and sweet flavors.

The fat and lean beef and mutton are sizzling with oil, and the white chicken is marinated into reddish brown, fragrant and fragrant, and the fat and sauce seem to have been soaked into the texture of the meat.

The gutted bass lay peacefully on the iron plate, with no strange light in its eyes. The eyes had been separated by Crookshanks and Yaya when they were marinating the meat. At this season, the body of the bass stores fat for the winter and is very plump. It was simply marinated with oyster sauce, cooking wine, and black pepper, and served with onions.

There are also butter corn, vegetable salad...

A few minutes later, Loren held up a skewer of mutton and blew on it. After the temperature dropped, he tasted a piece: "It's ready, be careful not to burn it."

He gathered the iron sticks together, shook the oil, handed half to Hermione, and distributed the rest to several others.

"Thank you..." Ron said stupidly, took the skewer, and couldn't wait to put it into his mouth. It was so hot that he exhaled and stuck out his tongue without spitting it out, making a hissing sound.

Hermione blew on it, took a small bite, and narrowed her eyes with joy.

The meat skewers are grilled to a slightly browned texture, and when you take a bite, the rich sauce and fat are squeezed out from the meat, wrapping the tongue and bringing out a strong meaty aroma.

…

An hour later, everyone found a place to sit down, gathered around the barbecue grill, touched their round bellies, and looked at the steam rising from the charcoal fire that had not been completely extinguished.

Seeing that half of the plate of buttered corn was left, Hagrid let out a long breath. He couldn't eat anymore. He really couldn't eat anymore. Not to mention the half-blood giant, even the pure-blood giant couldn't eat it. The ingredients were prepared in excess, as many little wizards plus a cat and a dog could eat, and the rest went into Hagrid's stomach.

Hagrid could only watch with a numb expression and sigh in despair.

No one cared about the barbecue scene where cups and plates were scattered. Loren and Hermione sat side by side on two small benches near the door. They were originally leaning against the door frame, but the wooden door frame was too slippery. Inexplicably, their shoulders were leaning against each other. They came together and their heads came together.

Crookshanks was lying under the bench between the two of them, exposing his belly. Even though he was covered in ginger color, there were some white hairs on his belly. Fang was lying at Hagrid's feet, his stomach stretched uncomfortably, and he whined quietly but continuously.

Ron was chatting quietly with Harry about Quidditch recruitment: "What should I do? Wood said that I also have to be selected and assessed together with other people?"

Harry heard it funny: "Aren't you very confident?"

"I'm afraid I'll have bad luck that day. What if I can't compete..."

"Don't worry, I can help you train."

"What can you, a seeker, do to help the goalkeeper train? I feel that some of your skills are not as good as mine?"

"you!"