No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Chapter 825 Hermione's Sensitive Nerves

"Dear, believe me, this is the most normal creature you have ever seen. Once you have learned potions, to be honest, unless you overcome it, you will not be able to drink potions at all." It was either George or Fred who was speaking. No one except Ou Mengmeng could tell who was speaking. He took a big sip of iced Coke and said hurriedly.

After being in their house for a long time, Fred and George didn't like the traditional drinks of the wizarding world, pumpkin juice and butter beer. And people like Draco and Neville, who grew up in the Muggle world, have the same eating habits as Muggle children. So now, on the Foster family's dining table, the drinks are also Muggle finished drinks, and Ou Mengmeng doesn't have the habit of drinking drinks or water with meals. So the cup in front of her is empty.

The Ministry of Magic is not so strict about food. After all, they can't really grow their own food. Their food is also allocated internally by the Muggle Prime Minister. But for various reasons, Muggle finished food is not allowed to enter the wizarding world. But it is not too forbidden, it's just the pride of the wizarding world. As long as they can't buy it in magic stores, they won't think of buying it in the Muggle world.

"This is Fred." Ou Mengmeng saw Hermione and knew who Hermione wanted to talk to. "No, he's right. The potion is very effective. Although it's a bit like treating the head for a headache and the foot for a foot pain, it's true that I don't feel uncomfortable."

"How do you tell them apart?" Hermione didn't pay attention to them talking about potions, but looked left and right at Fred and George, and couldn't help asking in confusion.

"I don't know, but I just know it." Ou Mengmeng shrugged her shoulders and asked an old teacher how to recognize people? Are you doubting my professionalism?
Distribute the dishes to everyone. Today's dinner is borscht, which is strictly speaking a Western dish, but most Chinese people are actually used to it. She likes it very much, whether it is used to soak rice or dip bread.

You can also fry the chopped onion in butter, season it, and fry it with thick French bread. Then bake it in the oven and use it with the sour and salty borscht, which is simply the best taste in the world.

The main course is garlic-roasted bullfrog baked with cheese. In addition to the cheese flavor that the British like, there is a subtle hint of garlic in it, which instantly elevates the taste.

Of course, Ou Mengmeng cleaned the bullfrog skin and used it to make leather. The large pieces in the middle could be connected and used to make leather cases for magic wands. They could also be used for other decorations. However, she doubted whether these children would accept their leather cases after eating the meat.

"It tastes so good, but I still can't accept the sight of it being alive." Hermione scooped up a piece of bullfrog meat cut into small pieces with a silver spoon. It felt much better because she couldn't tell its original appearance. Of course, after putting it in her mouth, she felt that the stimulation she had just experienced was completely worth it.

Ou Mengmeng was concentrating on drinking the borscht. It was too sinful to eat bread fried with butter at night, but this soup was really delicious. She didn't like vegetables very much, but after drinking this soup, she could really eat a lot of vegetables in it.

"This soup is delicious." Harry said hurriedly, not letting Hermione ask any more questions. Of course, he really liked the food at Ou Mengmeng's house. Although Petunia had the same name as his aunt, he never resisted her because of this name.

"This will go great with the fragrantly toasted scallion bread." She was moved by Harry's kindness and passed the bread basket to everyone. You know, the onions here are fried in butter, so if you want to have a good taste, you really need a lot of time and patience.

"I really hope the food in the Hogwarts restaurant is good." Draco nodded and said casually. The ingredients in his house would be more precious, but he still liked to eat at the Fosters'. "That, it's very rich." Old Foster, who had been concentrating on eating, saw that everyone was staring at him. Come to think of it, besides the twins, he was the only one who had eaten the food there. After thinking about it, he could only shrug his shoulders, "It is said that there are a hundred house-elves there, which can fill every child's stomach at any time. Oh, the desserts are very delicious."

Thinking about it now, old Foster felt that all he could remember were the delicious desserts at Hogwarts. As for the staple food, it was okay when he was in school and better than at home, but it was obviously far inferior to what Petunia made.

"House-elf?" Hermione looked at Petunia again.

"It's a very cute creature. When I'm seventeen, I should be able to inherit a manor. I guess there will be house-elves in it. Grandpa, will there be?" Ou Mengmeng felt a little regretful. What house-elves were she talking about now!
She suddenly thought of this woman who had been committed to the movement to liberate the house elves since she discovered Dobby's existence in the second part. And no one could persuade her, even the house elves hated her, but she still persisted.

Basically, Ou Mengmeng admired Hermione in the book, but she was kind enough to stay away from her. For such a persistent child, she really felt that it was an impossible task to persuade her to change her mind. She quickly said that she was also a slave owner, hoping to shut her up.

"Yes, your mother originally wanted her to take care of you, but for some reason, she left her in the manor. When you inherit the manor, you will be able to meet her. I believe you will like her." Old Foster nodded and smiled at his granddaughter.

"You used the word she." Ou Mengmeng thought about it. Now she liked English. If it was Chinese, she really wouldn't be able to tell the difference between men and women in the context.

"Because she is a female elf, very gentle and capable, and your mother loves her very much. Oh, I forgot to tell you, her name is Mickey, her name is Mickey." Old Foster smiled and sighed.

"That's great. I hope to have a house-elf. If not, I can only kidnap Dobby." Ou Mengmeng made a face at Draco. She decided to pull Draco into the water in advance and tell poor Hermione that there were two "slave owners" here.

"Don't dream, I won't give Dobby to you." Draco glared at Ou Mengmeng, as if to say, I knew you wanted it, but I just won't give it to you.

"What is that? Why can you inherit it and give it away at will? If it is a human, how can it be inherited or given away?" Sure enough, Hermione found the key point and became angry.

"It's not slavery. How should I put it? They are family members who help with housework. I said, I like Dobby very much, my mother likes Mickey very much, and every house-elf is an indispensable part of the family in my opinion." Ou Mengmeng spread her hands and thought about it. How should I put it? Looking at Hermione, "Well, do you want to free the black slaves like the Civil War? Or eliminate racial discrimination like South Africa?"

Today I have a new symptom, back pain. I thought the back support was not right, so I bought another one. But it didn't get better, and I found out that it was not the back support, but my back that was the problem.