The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Christmas, London.

At eight or nine o'clock, Loren was woken up by Hermione and asked to prepare the most grand dish of Christmas dinner - roast turkey.

Perhaps because of the large number of berries on the mistletoe branches and the satisfying gift from a certain girl, Loren was willing to cooperate and started preparing the dishes after breakfast.

To be honest, it doesn't make much difference who makes this thing.

Turkey has a very low fat content. If you are not careful, it will be old and woody. If you don't roast it for a long time, it will not be roasted thoroughly. If you want to prevent the juice from being lost, you have to soak it in marinade, brush it with oil before roasting, and stuff fruits and vegetables into the chicken belly...

Hermione didn't want to make it by herself at this time, and kept saying that magic is to make life easier.

After a tedious and complicated process, the most effective way is to mix a small sauce and dip it in it.

After lunch, the marinated and stuffed turkey was sent to the oven, and the aroma of meat began to hover over Hampstead.

When Crookshanks shows up, he always lies lazily somewhere, on the back of a sofa, on a carpet at the corner of the stairs, or on the window sill of a room. With the bright but not warm winter sun, no one sees how he moves, as if he changes places while sleeping.

Hanhan's activity area is in the backyard. He flaps his wings and jumps from one tree to another, and then jumps back a few minutes later. He leaves for a while in the middle, and flies back from somewhere to ask for dried mice during afternoon tea.

Crookshanks randomly refreshes in the arms of a family member, and occasionally looks up and calls twice, asking for some dried mice snacks.

Loren and Hermione watched a movie called "Brave Heart" together. It is set against the background of court politics in England in the 13th and 14th centuries, which inevitably makes people wonder whether there are wizards in the original story.

Hermione's serious analysis is very interesting.

Dinner lasted nearly two hours, mainly because the adults, who were slightly tipsy, insisted on sharing their past life experiences. Bates and Wendell could even complement each other. Monica's third-party perspective was ingenious and very inspiring.

Although the two young people had rich and wonderful past experiences, they had 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 many people on the street, and cheers and laughter continued to come.

In the dim night, many shops were closed, but the colorful lights on the street and under the corridors were still on. From a distance, all kinds of colorful lights were lit up, and the light strips on the Christmas tree were shining with warm orange lights, and the whole night was reflected gently.

There were young people dressed in fancy clothes performing on the street, small vendors selling handicrafts chatting with their hands in their pockets, and young couples stopped to share a crepe.

"It tastes just average."

Loren swallowed the last bite, threw away the wrapping paper bag, took the girl's hand and looked around: "Do you think these discount stores have raised their prices in advance? How can a greeting card be so expensive..."

Hermione tilted her head slightly. The greeting card business of the gift shop was unexpectedly prosperous. As for whether the store was discounting or raising the price, no one cared.

"Do you think Santa Claus is a wizard? Who would ride a reindeer in the sky and climb people's chimneys in the middle of the night?" Loren shook their hands and muttered non-stop, "It feels like Dumbledore would do that kind of thing. Nothing he does is strange..."

Hermione pursed her lips, as if she felt that a certain old headmaster was indeed like this, and couldn't help but smile gently.

The shops on the street were brightly lit, reflecting the white mist exhaled by passers-by red, and the bulbs on the Christmas tree were very hot, roasting the mistletoe branches and berries to crackle.

...

No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

In order to celebrate Christmas and welcome the upcoming wedding, everyone worked tirelessly to clean and decorate the room. The wizards' convenient and fast magic made Carver and her daughter dumbfounded. Arthur and Molly were very interested in the Muggle rust remover and fragrance.

The rusty chandelier was repaired and cleaned. It was no longer hung with spider webs, but holly and gold and silver ribbons. The snowflakes that never melted were piled on the carpet.

Kreacher's nest was a key cleaning area. It was made of rags and old blankets, with bread crumbs and moldy cheese scattered everywhere. It was directly judged by Marjorie as uninhabitable, marked as an illegal building, and demolished the day before Christmas.

Considering Kreacher's self-righteous contributions, Sirius allocated him a bedroom on the top floor.

The portrait in the entrance hall was a problem. Compared with the survival of the Black family, the old lady cared more about the purity of bloodline and always scolded Carver and her daughter hysterically.

Sirius even planned to burn her to death, but Mundungus stepped up and got an extra tall Christmas tree from somewhere to block the Black family tree and the hysterical portrait of Mrs. Black.

As for the elf heads on the wall of the hall, Molly originally planned to cover them with Santa Claus hats and beards, but Ms. Carver strongly requested that they be completely covered, otherwise she would have nightmares at night.

In short, when they went to bed on Christmas Eve, the Black Mansion was completely new and unrecognizable.

After unpacking the gifts and having fun for a day, the Black Mansion welcomed the Christmas dinner.

"The newlyweds are here, Merry Christmas!"

When Sirius Black and Betty Carver sat down in two adjacent seats, George and Fred led the screaming and cheering, and even whistled exaggeratedly, and the whole basement kitchen was in a commotion.

"It's better... let's eat quickly, the children are starving."

Sirius, who had always been articulate, stuttered a little. When he met the gentle gaze of the woman next to him, his handsome face showed a bit of shyness.

"What do you think, kids?" George asked in a strange drawl.

Fred slapped the table: "It's all bullshit!"

Betty Carver, the bride-to-be who was being teased next to her, couldn't help but smile. She was no longer young, but she was not beautiful, but very attractive. The warm yellow candlelight illuminated her fair and cold skin, adding a bit of warmth.

After getting along with each other 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' 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, fiddle with this scarf and it will fly, like this-"

Santa Claus in red clothes hovers in the air, casting crystal-clear and shining points of light.

"It's amazing!" said Marjorie 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...

After breakfast, Loren and Hermione said goodbye to their parents, got dressed and walked back to their bedrooms. Then they waved their wands and appeared in a hidden corner next to the grass in Grimmauld Place.

The 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 outside the front 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."

After exchanging pleasantries and walking into the foyer, Loren found that the room had undergone tremendous changes.

Hundreds of colorful candles are floating in the air, and the candles are not lit. The colorful colors have decorated the mansion in a colorful way. The chandelier is wrapped with white and gold flowers, and the moving fairy flutters its wings among the petals. At the entrance of the foyer There were long velvet carpets, and every corner was immaculately cleaned.

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 on the 28th. It will be held on the same day, and the preparations are almost complete. There are no guests from both sides. Some members of the Order of the Phoenix will attend, so 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 dark magic and was cursed. I cried while reading it.”

"Dark magic curse..."

Loren was silent for a moment, thinking that the curse of knowledge was also a curse. After the vacation, he should go talk to him and don't make the elf depressed.

"There is nothing we need to help with. 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. It was melodious and slow, echoing in the empty and spacious old house. It seemed to be the result of a complete overhaul of the old house, mixed with the sounds of elves and adults shuttling back and forth. The sound of footsteps, the clink of tea sets and porcelain, and intermittent chatter as the living room door opens and closes.

Just when a few people were about to push the door in to say hello, the wooden door opened, and a lady in a wedding dress hurriedly flashed, and then Molly appeared. When she saw the two of them, her eyes narrowed with laughter and a few wrinkles appeared.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley."

"Loren! Hermione! Merry Christmas!" Molly came to the two of them and stretched out her hands to hug them into her arms. "You guys are finally here. We are doing 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 slightly swollen bags under her eyes. He knew at a glance that this enthusiastic witch had put a lot of thought into preparing for the wedding, and she really needed a quiet environment.

"Stay."

Harry hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "The adults are busy preparing for the wedding and we are not allowed to make any noise. If we make the slightest sound, we will be scolded. Now we are locked in the room all day long. In addition to chatting, playing chess and doing homework, It’s almost moldy. You two still have the guest room, how about staying here until the wedding?”

Marjorie nodded heavily with eager eyes. She was now very curious and eager to contact any wizard of her age.

"..."

It sounds like you guys are lacking playmates.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, then looked at Harry and Marjorie next to them, and nodded slightly: "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 to go up. The old wooden stairs still made a creaking sound when they came here last time, but this time they could no longer hear it. The stairs had been reinforced, and the ground was covered with thick carpets. Everything was fine. It's a brand new look.

It seems that this is its true appearance, a heirloom mansion built by a pure-blood family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and spent a large sum of gold Galleons.

Ron and Ginny were playing chess in the room, and neither of them was very interested. Ginny scratched her head when she saw her knight being chopped down, and 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 patted the chessboard in surprise and stood up: "Hermione!"

Ron looked at the mess of chess pieces on the chessboard with a somewhat uncomfortable expression.

Several 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, they can only use it bit by bit. Shovel digging.”

Loren turned to look at Harry: "Did they feed skipping candy to your future godmother?"

Harry shook his head: "George and Fred caught Sirius chatting with her mother's portrait in the middle of the night. When she shared breakfast with us, Marjorie's mother heard it. 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 their blessings 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...