days at Hogwarts

Chapter 133 Fun Camping
Early morning, outlying campsites in the Forest of Dean.

The air is moist and cool, and the forest is very quiet, so quiet that the crisp chirping of birds can be heard.

Loren woke up.

He felt itchy on his face, his neck, the corners of his mouth, and his face.

After waking up, he realized that strands of fine brown curly hair were scattered, and several of them were on his face, so it was itchy.

Hermione was sleeping soundly facing him, her slender eyelashes curled up and she looked very delicate, and her thick hair was everywhere, both on Hermione's face and on his face.

Loren had to carefully shave the hair off her face, and the whole process did not disturb Hermione. She was like a delicate Barbie doll, and also like Snow White waiting to be awakened.

Loren groped out of the soft and warm sleeping bag, stretched himself out and moved his soft muscles.

They all slept in one tent last night, and the upgraded tent was big enough to hold sleeping bags for two adults, two children and four people. Monica and Wendell insisted on keeping the two children inside, so Loren and Hermione's sleeping bags next to each other.

I don't know when Hermione fell asleep last night. Anyway, when he opened his eyes for the last time, he saw Hermione's eyelashes fluttering non-stop, and her face was still red from the bonfire.

Loren got dressed and got out of the tent, looking out.

Wendell and Monica gathered around the fire, added a small amount of firewood, and lit a small flame.They set up a simple support on top of the fire, and hung a large tin can box with the lid lifted.

Loren took a deep breath of fresh air, walked over, and said hello, "Good morning."

"Good morning—ah~" Wendell yawned as he spoke, looking like he didn't get enough sleep.

He handed over a set of disposable toothpaste and toothbrush, "Let's make do with it, we are in the forest after all."

Monica's hair was a little messy, but she was a little more kind. She smiled gently at Loren: "Just wash with drinking water, and then we can have breakfast."

Only then did Loren see a kind of soup, or porridge, cooked in the tin can.Canned luncheon meat is added with water, and then the crusty bread is boiled in it, which smells both meaty and malty.

The aroma refreshed Loren a lot, and he replied happily: "It smells really good, it must be delicious."

He picked a very tall tree and let it taste the toothpaste that freshens the breath.

Five minutes later, Loren, Monica and Wendell gathered around the fire, holding a spoon in one hand and picking up a small can in the other, and began to taste the British version of the instant pimple soup.

Loren scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with a pattering mouth.

This taste can't be said to be unpalatable, but it certainly can't be said to be delicious.There was a strange greasy taste in the luncheon meat, and through the soup, this taste soaked the bread, and after swallowing one bite, I didn't want to swallow a second bite.

He felt that he was not very hungry, so he slowed down his eating speed and asked, "Shouldn't we wake Hermione?"

Wendell ate very well, "Let her sleep more, I heard her turning over late last night, it should be because she is not used to the new tent."

Monica ate with a spoon in silence, slowly but earnestly.

She swallowed again, feeling a bit difficult to swallow, and looked up at the pot, there was still half of it left.

Monica was silent for a moment, and said, "Let's save some for her and have breakfast when she wakes up."

Loren looked away, pretending not to see Monica's disgusted expression.

There are two people on the field who don't like to eat this stuff, but I won't say who.

Monica then asked Wendell: "When will the things delivered by the hotel be delivered?"

"When I called just now, they said it would be soon." Wendell raised his head and poured the remaining soup in the small can into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and sighed contentedly.

Monica spooned him another box calmly.

Wendell ate happily.

10 minute later.

Wendell put the small canned box and bowl aside, and burped, "I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore."

Monica looked at the large cans on the shelf that were used as pots, and there was only a shallow layer left inside.

She nodded in satisfaction, "Leave the rest to Hermione."

"Mother?"

Hermione's voice came from behind, her hair was messy, she was rubbing her eyes with her white and tender fists, "Daddy, Loren, good morning."

Wendell smiled heartily, "Go brush your teeth and have breakfast."

As he said that, Wendell heard an electronic sound of "Didi" in his pocket, and he reached in to turn off the notification bell, "Ha, it seems that something has been delivered, I'm going to get fresh meat, we can have it at noon Barbecue."

He stood up, waved at Hermione, and ran towards where they parked.

When Hermione came back from washing and sat down, Monica had already served her crusty bread and canned broth.

Hermione sat on the small rock, put the spoon into her mouth and took a sip, then her movements slowed down significantly, and her smile stopped.

Monica reassured: "Your father ate half of the pot, we only left this little for you, you can't skip breakfast, right?"

Hermione frowned bitterly, eating spoonful after spoonful.

The hotel's camping service is very thoughtful. If you want to enjoy the nature and go camping in the original flavor, they will give you a special communication phone to ensure that you can call for help in a dangerous situation, and you can completely ignore you.

If you just want to experience it, there are full-service camping areas around the hotel. You can call the waiter to help you light the fire and barbecue anytime, anywhere, and you can go back to the hotel to live in a comfortable room after a few steps at night.

Of course, there are also the Granger family, who are camping but not completely wild, and the hotel can also send all kinds of things directly.

Deeply practiced that sentence, the customer is God.

Wendell got up in the morning and called to order the props for the barbecue, and the hotel quickly packed and delivered the props and ingredients, and the rest was for the customers to do it themselves and enjoy some labor.

After Wendell brought back fresh meat, barbecue sauce and a simple grill, he and Monica began to cut the meat.

Loren and Hermione could only watch from the sidelines, with nothing to do.

Loren looked at it for a while and asked, "Do you need help?"

Wendell cut a large piece of beef into slices for easy roasting.

He enjoyed this labor very much, and said leisurely: "Children can't use a knife, it's very dangerous."

Loren said with a smile: "We don't need a knife, we cut it quickly with magic."

Hermione nodded, she hadn't cut the food with the cutting spell yet, so she was very interested.

Although Wendell was very interested in witnessing magic, he shook his head and refused after thinking about it, "Forget it, the purpose of camping is to enjoy the fun of doing it yourself, otherwise the kitchen in the hotel will do it, and spending more money can even make you The chef went out into the field and roasted meat, but that would be no fun."

Monica was marinating Wendell's cut meat with sauce. She didn't take care of her hair in the morning, because her hair was very short, and she could simply tie it up.She looked at Hermione's hair, which was a mess of brown, curly hair.

Girls are very relaxed with their families, and they don't care much about the way their hair looks in front of them, so they feel relaxed.

But as a mother, she obviously couldn't think so, and she said, "Hermione, tidy up your hair and pay attention to your image."

"Oh." Hermione pursed her lips.

She imitated her mother's style and tied it up simply, but her hair was too fluffy and curly. Without a mirror, it just felt that it was not neatly tied, but it was even more messy.

Monica sighed, feeling that her daughter came back from vacation this time and became a little upset, what should I do.

Hermione tidied her hair consciously. She shook her head and said briskly, "I see that there is a lake ahead marked on the map. Can we go play?"

When Loren heard that there was a lake, he was refreshed and his eyes lit up.

Where there is water, there are fish, and where there are fish, there are...

"Children can't play in the water." Wendell flatly refused.

Loren clapped his hands, "Don't worry, we are wizards, how could wizards drown!"

"This—" Wendell hesitated.

Hermione knew who could make the decisions here, and she begged Monica, "Mom, please, we won't go into the water."

Monica looked at Hermione's scrawled braids and waved her hand in disgust, "Go, go."

Loren pulled Hermione and ran towards the lake. Before leaving, while Monica was not paying attention, she also took a box of her marinated beef mixed with onions and parsley.

The two gradually ran out of the Grangers' sight.

Hermione followed for a distance, slowed down and hummed, "I didn't expose you just now, why are wizards not afraid of drowning? We haven't learned the Bubble Curse yet."

Loren only focused on fish now. He dragged Hermione's arm forward, "It's all small things. Today I will teach you a sport that is as interesting as magic."

Hermione rolled her clever eyes, letting Loren pull her towards the river.

Loren used the transformation technique to skillfully conjure fishing rods, small benches, and plastic buckets.

Hang the onion on the fishhook, flick the small hook, and sit on the small bench, today will be a day full of harvest.

Hermione watched Loren's skillful movements, with several veins bulging on his forehead, and said angrily, "This is the sport you said is more interesting than magic? Also, when did you steal a box of beef?"

Loren had a serious look on his face, "You are too young to understand the fun of fishing. As for beef, a wise fisherman will make use of the various conditions around him."

The expression was so serious and serious that Hermione actually believed it.

Following Loren's example, she used transfiguration to shrink the bench and the plastic bucket, but encountered difficulties when it came to the fishing rod.

The use of transfiguration requires a clear understanding of the target object. Hermione's mind is not clear about the shape and structure of the fishing rod, and the transformation is unsuccessful.

Loren is so eager to help newbies out that he flicks his wand and conjures a brand new fishing rod out of rocks.

He solemnly handed the fishing rod to Hermione, and said, "The rod is 3.6 meters long and has a universal sleeve hook, which is the best choice for beginners."

Hermione was shocked: "You didn't have such an attitude when you were studying for the exam!"

Loren was still very serious, and carefully explained the precautions for fishing: how to throw the hook, where to put the bait, the influence of the sun and temperature on fishing, how to observe aquatic plants and dynamics.

Hermione had never seen such a serious Loren. If Hogwarts offered a fishing course, he must be the hardest one.

With complicated thoughts, Hermione went fishing for the first time under the guidance of Loren.

The fish in this small lake are not easy to catch, there is no nest, and the bait is very casual. The hook Loren dropped was pulled four times, either the bait was eaten but no fish was seen, or small fish less than two fingers wide , meaning nothing.

But it is still a very happy thing to catch fish

Loren happily put the little white strips into the bucket, and put some bait in the bucket to make the fish swim more happily in the bucket

Loren pointed at the fish and showed off to Hermione, "Look at it wagging its tail happily."

Hermione looked at the few small fish in the barrel. They flicked their tails in the narrow wooden barrel, struggling to splash occasionally, and then looked at Loren's serious smiling face, not sure if he really thought so or was joke.

She ended up dismissing Loren.

Turning around, her float also moved, Hermione lifted the hook, the onion on the hook was gone, but there was no fish, only a piece of water grass was pulled from the hook.

Hermione turned to look at Loren and asked, "Why did you catch the water plants?"

"Normal," Loren waved his hand, "Fishing will always catch all kinds of things, just like Taobao."

He didn't mention snakes, broken limbs, and dead bodies of various animals, for fear of scaring off Hermione, a novice fisherman.

The fisherman has the mysterious power to catch everything except fish.

Hermione looked at the hook, and then at the place where she hooked. The lake water was very clear, and there were obviously no aquatic plants underneath.

But Hermione didn't take it to heart, she rebaited and rebaited.

She didn't expect anything, she washed her hands near the lake, loosened the bundled hair by the way, and rearranged it facing the lake.

I don't know how long it took.

During the period, Loren caught fish a few times, but they were all small white stripes, which were not very rewarding.

But Loren seemed very happy. It really is that the foreign fish in the Black Lake of Hogwarts are too despicable. If I pay the bait for this kind of fish, you are good fish if you take the bait obediently.

Hermione has experienced this inefficient way of feeding fish many times.

She only regards this as a novel experience, and does not affect her mood because of the harvest.

Just like this, blowing the morning breeze in the forest, breathing the fresh air with dew vapor and the aroma of grass leaves, watching Loren throw a fish the size of a finger into the bucket from time to time, and listening to his serious nonsense.

Hermione felt that such a camping experience was also very good.

"Hermione! Loren!" Wendell's voice came from behind.

The two turned their heads and saw him swaying and trotting towards them.

Wendell stopped next to the two of them and asked in surprise, "Where did you get your fishing rods from?"

"That's right, you are wizards!" Before the two of them could answer, he gave the answer himself, with a somewhat excited tone.

Wendell, a middle-class married couple, is no stranger to recreational fishing.

Patients in the dental clinic often talk about their fishing experience. Driving a small sailboat on weekends and having a fishing party on the Thames is a way of entertainment that many people yearn for.

Familiar friends will also invite Wendell to join them, but Wendell has not tried it yet.

(End of this chapter)