days at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 Bates and, Lockhart? !

Hermione sniffed, put the quilt back to its original place, and then moved out several large boxes of handicrafts in the attic, intending to restore the room to its original state.

Clay dolls are placed at the door, watercolor paintings are placed on the wall, and dolls are stitched together from rags...

Swinging along the way, Hermione saw a row of Coke bottles neatly placed in a corner.

This guy has been hiding Coke bottles in the bedroom? !
Hermione burst out laughing, pouted and said, "Sloppy, lazy, bad-natured..."

Counting out 20 Loren's shortcomings, Hermione pressed the red tip of her nose with the back of her hand, feeling much more at ease, not as sad as before.

She came to the courtyard and practiced the Patronus Charm, and the silver-white light illuminated the emerald green branches and leaves.She was in the study room, flipping through the handwriting and books brought out from school, and previewing the teaching content for the next semester.

Busy figures appeared everywhere in the house, until the golden afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room, Hermione closed the book and walked out of the room, sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for her parents to come home...

After bidding farewell to the Grangers, Loren came out of the villa and took Bates' passenger seat.

The parting was only temporary, and they would always see each other again. Accompanied by Bates, Loren's suppressed emotions slowly relaxed.

"I bought a house in London, and we are going to settle down in London!" Bates twisted the steering wheel and drove out of Hampstead Garden along the road.

Loren sat in the car with peace of mind and let Bates take him away: "What about the alpine pasture, shall we go back?"

Bates stared at the road and the condition of the car, and said with a hearty smile: "I won't go back. Is there anyone you are reluctant to part with?"

For decades, Bates had been imprisoned in the mountains, had no communication with other people, and had no attachment to the people of that town.

Loren shook his head, and neither did he.

The two drove into the city all the way, went to the supermarket to purchase a lot of daily necessities, and Bates even ordered a freshly slaughtered lamb.

"We agreed, didn't we? We want to eat roast lamb, come on, let's go home and roast the lamb." Bates put a whole mutton into the trunk, closed the back cover of the car, and walked back to the cab.

Loren then got into the co-pilot, holding an ice cream cone in his hand, licking it in small sips, it was cold.So sweet, Loren squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

He asked comfortably: "I saw that you bought a lot of other dishes. There are only two of us. Have you finished eating?"

"Eat slowly if you can't finish it." Bates started the engine with a kick and drove back to their new home.

Bates' driving skills were learned in the army, and he drove very easily. "How are you doing at Hermione's house during the few days of vacation?"

"Very good, Wendell took us to camp in the Forest of Dean, and visited the Queen's hunting house." Loren watched the ice cream melt, and accelerated the licking speed.

"I really don't understand what you young people think. What's so fun about camping and sleeping in the wild." When Bates was young, he often camped in the wild with the army, and he didn't think it was an interesting activity.

"This is the generation gap!" Loren was concentrating on dealing with the urgent ice cream in his hand without raising his head, "Camping alone costs more, and you have to take care of me. The Grangers have treated me very well. "

Although Bates didn't understand the fun of camping, he was very grateful to the Grangers for taking care of Loren.

He patted the steering wheel with his hand, and said regretfully, "It's really rude, I didn't bring a gift when I was a guest yesterday."

Loren ate all the ice balls on the cone, and began to bite the crisp shell of the cone bit by bit, "Give Wendell a fishing rod, I think he likes fishing."

Bates nodded and asked, "Where are Mrs. Granger and Hermione? What do they like?"

Loren was stopped by this question and fell into deep thought.

The scenery on the side of the road kept passing backwards, they gradually left the urban area, the greenery outside the window became more, the tall buildings and houses decreased, and they returned to the suburbs.

Loren was not familiar with the route and terrain of London, and he hadn't gone out with Granger's family for a few days. Seeing the familiar scenery, he only thought that the suburbs around London were like this, and didn't think much about it.It just vaguely feels that the surrounding houses are somewhat similar to Hermione's house.

Before he had time to look carefully at the surrounding environment, the car drove along the road into a family garage in a courtyard,

Bates got out of the car and came to the trunk, opened the lid, picked up the whole lamb with one hand, and picked up the daily necessities in the big bag with the other and walked into the house, "Come along, come and see our new home."

Loren waved his hands and happily followed behind him, looking around.

"I took over the house from someone else, and all the furniture is there, but we need to clean and decorate it." Bates walked ahead, walked all the way to the living room, put the daily necessities on the sofa, and put the mutton into the kitchen.

Loren tilted his head and looked around. In addition to the regular living room, kitchen and dining room on the first floor, there are several other rooms.He looked at the walls of the house and the position of the stairs, and always felt that the similarity was too high.

Bates took out the cleaning tools and planned to start tidying up the new home. Loren stopped looking around and followed to help.

"Living in London is very convenient for you to go to school. How about it? Are you satisfied with this house?" Bates smiled all over his face.

Loren nodded, with a puzzled tone: "The house is nice, but why is it so similar to the layout of Hermione's house?"

Bates dodged his eyes and said perfunctorily: "Maybe the houses here are all in this shape, and maybe the same construction company and designer were hired for the construction."

"Is that right?"

"Of course, the lives of people in the city are similar, and so are the houses."

The two of them worked until noon before barely finishing the cleaning. After casually coping with lunch, both of them collapsed on the sofa tired.

"Why don't you let me use magic?" Loren asked weakly.

Although he was very tired and didn't want to move a finger all over his body, Bates still gritted his teeth and replied firmly: "This is the first time we clean our house. Of course, we should do it ourselves. The meaning is different."

Loren couldn't figure out what the difference was, but he didn't want to argue with Bates, and lay down on the sofa to recover his strength.

The old and the young lay quietly, but they didn't feel sleepy. It was sunny outside, but it wasn't hot inside.

On the dial of the clock on the wall, the three hands were chasing each other, making a ticking sound. The time passed slowly and quickly. Loren saw that the minute hand surpassed the hour hand, and it passed once again after turning around.

"How was your trip? Why did you take so long?" Loren asked leisurely, enjoying the quiet time.

Grandpa Bates begins his journey:
"I went to see my farm in Scotland. It was rented by a company that didn't know what to do. Anyway, they sent money to my account regularly. When I raised the price, they readily agreed."

"I went to the place where those comrades died. Over the past few decades, I don't feel sorry for any of them, so I don't feel uneasy or panic when I go there again."

"In the deep mountains, there are still no people there. I easily found the wooden house where I met the werewolf. It has been battered by wind and rain for decades, and the bones inside were also taken away by animals."

Loren listened to Bates tell uneasy stories in a calm tone. He didn't know how complicated Grandpa Bates's mood was, but he was an excellent listener.

After talking about this, Bates sat up, and his tone became excited: "I also met a wizard."

Hearing this sentence, Loren's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked, "Who, did he find out that you are a werewolf?"

Bates was not nervous or surprised at all, and said with a smile: "He found out that I spent a full moon in the mountains. He may have seen a werewolf who could bake potatoes, so he came out to talk to me."

"He knows I'm a Muggle, oh, that's what wizards call ordinary people, isn't it?" Bates still smiled.

"Talk about the follow-up!" Loren asked anxiously.

Many materials from werewolves can be used in alchemy and potions, and dark wizards imprison werewolves for evil experiments.If the dark wizards learned that there was such a Muggle werewolf, Bates would be in a very dangerous situation.

"Don't worry, am I fine?" Bates said slowly, "As a veteran, I have enough vigilance."

Loren looked at Grandpa Bates, whose hands and feet were intact, and felt slightly relieved.

"However, he may indeed be a good person. I have been with him for a few days, and he has no pretensions of a wizard. He helps me find firewood, boil water, and bake potatoes. Unlike you, everything is done by magic. .”

Bates had a lot of complaints about Loren's previous behavior. One month before he entered school, he used magic to complete the housework, which made Bates have nothing to do and could only sit in a daze all day long.

"He was very interested in my experience, asking me about the detailed process of becoming a werewolf, how I felt, and why I was able to maintain my sanity."

Bates raised his eyebrows proudly: "Ha, how could I tell him that I have a wizard grandson who sends me wolfbane potion every month. I'm a veteran, so I lied to him that I don't know how to return it." matter, I can wake up on a full moon night.”

As a parent who doesn't want to have any influence on the child, Bates didn't disclose any information about Loren even if he thought the other party was fine.

"He wants to see my transformation when the moon is full one more time, hehe!"

Bates laughed twice, "I drank Wolfsbane Potion a week in advance when he wasn't paying attention, and he really thought I could keep my sanity on my own, and said he planned to write me in the book, and he introduced himself as Magic World best-selling author."

When Loren heard this, he had a guess in his heart that Grandpa Bates would never meet Harold.

He was worried that Lockhart had used the Oblivion Curse on Grandpa Bates, but Grandpa Bates' experience was nothing to steal, and he did not reflect any heroic image, and when Grandpa Bates became a werewolf, Lockhart had not yet been born.

The most important thing is that Grandpa Bates has a clear mind and logic, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of the Oblivion Curse.

"In order to collect materials, we got along for a while. I took him to understand the situation in the Muggle world, and he taught me how to dress myself. No matter what kind of wizard he is, at least he is really good at this aspect."

As Bates spoke, he showed a bright smile, with the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing only a row of upper teeth, very bright.

Loren has seen this smile before. In "Wandering with Werewolves", there is a smile of Lockhart's high-definition animation, which is very eye-catching.

He walked away a little disgusted, and asked tentatively: "Grandpa Bates, can you still remember the night when you became a werewolf? Have you become forgetful and forgetful?"

Bates' bright smile narrowed, and he glanced at him, "Although I am almost 80 years old, I have a clear mind and no mental problems. These are not my fantasies."

He didn't want to talk to Loren anymore, he got up and went to the kitchen to process the lamb.

Loren speculated that it might be because Grandpa Bates was a Muggle, and Lockhart would not be found out if he falsified his experience, so he didn't use the Oblivion Charm.

His thoughts wandered endlessly, what does Lockhart want to write this time, "Wandering with Werewolves 2"?It's still a wandering Muggle world, you don't need to think about it, it will be a bestseller again...

Bates sat back in front of the cranky Loren and looked at him blankly.

Loren came back to his senses, startled, "What are you doing?"

"You go to roast the lamb." Bates said quietly.

"why?"

Bates asked gently: "Then you want to eat the roast lamb I made?"

Loren was silent. Grandpa Bates's cooking skills are not bad, but after decades of living in the mountains, he only cooks with a little oil, salt, and sugar.

Whether the food is good or not depends on the flavor of the ingredients themselves. It is indeed a waste of food to be roasted by him.

For the sake of his tongue and stomach, Loren got up in humiliation and went into the kitchen, resigned to his fate to make roast lamb.

There is not enough space in the kitchen. After preparing the sauce and marinating for a period of time, Loren moved all the ingredients to the back yard.

There are no green plants in the courtyard, and it is bare, with only a circle of brick walls around it, which looks a bit barren.

"It's just right for an open-air barbecue." Loren rolled up his sleeves and picked up his wand.

First use deformation to prop up the bracket for the barbecue, and fix the marinated mutton on the grill.Loren held the handle next to it and rotated it a few times, and the linked bracket drove the lamb to rotate on the grill effortlessly.

Loren clapped his hands in satisfaction, "Perfect marks for Transfiguration, and perfect marks for mechanical design."

After igniting the charcoal under the grill, Loren stood still for a while, waiting for the lamb to heat up for a while, and then began to brush the oil while turning it.

The tedious and monotonous work lasted less than 5 minutes, and it turned into Loren waving his wand, instructing the brush to brush the oil by itself, and instructing the mutton to turn by itself.The surface of the mutton gradually turns golden yellow, exuding a charming meaty aroma.

Loren frowned, "So what's the use of this grill, why don't I use the Levitation Charm to let the lamb fly by itself?"

Accompanied by bursts of sighs of "mistake, mistake", the sun gradually set to the west, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on the golden case of the mutton.The fat of the mutton itself melts under the grilling of the flame, the taste of the marinade gradually penetrates into the mutton, and the attractive aroma gradually becomes stronger.

Bates, who was on the sidelines, kept swallowing his saliva, "It's almost there, I think it's ready to eat."

Loren cut off a piece of roast with a knife and handed it over.

Regardless of the scalding temperature, Bates swallowed whole in two mouthfuls, and waited eagerly for the next piece.

Without any compliments, Loren misses Hermione a bit. She is always generous with her compliments on food. Such diners are the most popular among chefs.

"It's still close, when I sprinkle the seasoning on it, it's almost there." He said.

Looking at the flames rising in front of him, Loren couldn't help but wonder if Hermione would like the ice cream he ate during the day, would he like his barbecue...

(End of this chapter)