Chapter 125: Gain Favorability

Loren suppressed a laugh, compared to the know-it-all Miss Know-It-All who had always had her own opinions and plans in school. At home, the little girl who is anxious because she drank too much and couldn't eat her dinner is particularly cute.

He glanced outside the house, and saw the golden sun outside, and said, "Let's go to your backyard and take a walk. As we walk, the water in our stomach will be digested and absorbed."

"Really?" Hermione looked towards the kitchen. Monica has just started to process the ingredients, and it will probably take some time before the meal can be served.

She nodded and led Loren to the backyard.

Bright floor-to-ceiling windows are the door leading to the backyard, with green lawns and trees outside.

The courtyard is very large, more than half the size of the house. A few steps ahead of the floor-to-ceiling windows is a concrete platform, just over one meter wide. There is a row of low shrubs, passing through the shrubs, and in front of it is a flat grassland, with a small tree standing vertically in the middle of the grassland. There is a circle of tall green trees planted on the three outer walls. It is hard to tell what kind they are.

Under the golden sunshine, there is a patch of emerald green, and the air is exceptionally fresh.

Hermione wasn't so anxious anymore.

Loren's eyes narrowed slightly and then opened again, adjusting to the light, and asked: "Why are they all green and no flowers?"

The two of them walked slowly in the yard, stepping on the soft grass, breathing in the fresh air. The sun was not as hot as it was at noon.

This was the first time Hermione came back from vacation to the backyard. She touched here and there and took a look upstairs before whispering: "All the flowers my father raised died, so I planted trees and shrubs that are easy to survive." …”

Before he finished speaking, a window upstairs opened.

Hermione looked over nervously.

Wendell leaned out of the window and asked loudly to the two people below: "Where did the furniture here come from?"

Even though he was one floor away, Loren could clearly see the excited expression on Wendel's face.

Without waiting for Loren and Hermione to answer, he waved one hand and shouted: "It's magic, right? I have to take a good look at the bed you made with magic."

Wendell's figure disappeared again.

Hermione coughed slightly and said, "Don't worry, my father has a strange understanding of wizards."

Loren nodded slightly, obviously.

Hermione didn't want him to pay too much attention to her father, so she quickly introduced, "The small tree in the middle was planted by me."

Speaking of this, Hermione's face became more proud, and the girl's voice was filled with pride: "Our family went shopping together. My dad bought a lot of flowers, and I bought a small sapling. But only the sapling survived. Yes, it is the longest-lived plant in this courtyard.”

"What about the trees around?" Loren asked, pointing to a circle of trees beside the outer wall. Those trees were taller.

Hermione glanced upstairs again and whispered: "My father's flowers were transplanted from outside after they were all dead."

"When I'm at home, I always want to prune the branches and leaves of shrubs and trees, but I can only do it on weekends under their supervision. On weekdays, I can only water."

Hermione pulled out a water pipe from somewhere and started watering the water.

Her eyes were bright, and she carefully restrained the urge to wave the water pipe and spray it in the distance, and said, "After I went to Hogwarts, I hired someone to trim it regularly."

The water column poured over the shrubs and then onto the grass. The arc drawn in the air flickered.

Walk slowly, water slowly, everything will be fine ahead.

Hermione didn't know why she was seduced by Loren. She blocked the water outlet with her fingers, and water sprayed from one end to the other.

"Higher, higher!" Loren commanded from the side.

Hermione nodded cheerfully.

The water in the water pipe soon became taller than the trees, with water splashing and a slight mist filling the air.

The two of them soon went crazy playing.

More than half of the sun had sunk below the horizon, and there was even a shadow of the moon in the sky, but it was not completely dark yet.

"time to eat!"

Monica's voice startled them out of their joy.

The two of them looked at the flood-damaged courtyard and looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

Loren felt sorry that he had led Hermione astray as soon as he came.

Hermione felt embarrassed because of her crazy behavior.

"The sun is nice in summer, so we won't water it tomorrow." Hermione raised her chin and spoke like a master.

"It makes sense, as long as it rains."

The two agreed not to mention it again and not to let the Grangers know. After washing their hands, they entered the house one after another.

Hermione saw the dinner on the table, remembered what they had done before, and said quickly: "I'll be right back!"

She ran to the bathroom, leaving Loren alone.

"Sit here! Treat this place as your own home, do whatever you want." Wendell patted Loren on the shoulder and led him to a chair at the dining table.

Loren smiled unnaturally.

Monica took the fish and chips out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Treat this place as your own home."

The Grangers were very enthusiastic, with a hint of awkwardness in their enthusiasm.

Monica prepared a very sumptuous dinner, but they were all home-cooked dishes and the taste was very suitable. The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm with a hint of strangeness.

Loren swallowed a piece of barbecue and raised his eyes to meet the eyes of Wendell and Monica.

The two quickly looked away.

Loren ate another piece of pie and looked up.

This time they didn't meet their eyes, but their quick turns left afterimages.

Loren felt that the host was more nervous than his guest.

This is indeed the case. Hermione has not had many friends since she was a child, let alone inviting her classmates to her home. This was the first time that the Grangers entertained Hermione's classmate, and it was a classmate with a poor background.

The two of them were worried that there was some lack of care, and they were worried that being too enthusiastic would make Loren uncomfortable. During the day, we had negotiated a natural relationship with him outside and treated him as Hermione, but we couldn't do it at the dinner table.

So there is the previous behavior.

Hermione, who had a blank slate and was completely unaware of the situation on the table, thought this was delicious and that was delicious.

Loren took a piece of beef with his fork and put it into his mouth. A satisfied smile instantly appeared on his face: "It's delicious!"

Without waiting for Monica's reaction, he chewed two mouthfuls and swallowed, and said: "The tenderness of the roast is very suitable. It is tender enough without the fishy smell of blood. This requires high heat."

Monica smiled faintly, while Hermione and Wendell were a little confused.

Loren ate another piece: "It's more delicious than the food at Hogwarts. You know the wizard's food, right?"

"Say the name of the food and the food you want to eat will appear in front of you."

Hermione looked at Loren blankly, why was this man so strange and what was he talking about.

Wendell's eyes widened as he listened to Loren's follow-up.

"Many of the menus at Hogwarts are left by Hufflepuff, one of the founders, the legendary wizard. The house elves are responsible for cooking. They use magic to cook, and the food will be cut and served by themselves. pot."

"But I have to say, Ms. Granger, what you cook is 10,000 times more delicious than those magic chefs!"

After talking, Wendell's curiosity and desire for knowledge were satisfied, and Monica was beaming with praise.

The trace of strangeness mixed in the warm atmosphere on the table was thrown away and replaced by another kind of strangeness.

Loren can find something to praise in every dish, from the heat, sauces to the selection of ingredients, and they can all be connected to the magical world.

It struck a chord in the hearts of Wendell and Monica at once, and after the meal, they felt like they were being treated.

Hermione was stunned, she couldn't understand, not at all.

Loren poked the rosemary on his plate as a garnish with his fork and said in an exaggerated tone: "This rosemary is really used perfectly. The aroma of spices and the aroma of oil are perfectly blended, which relieves the greasy smell of oil."

Monica grinned: "Eat more if it's delicious. Treat this place as your own home. I'll tell you what you want to eat."

"Tell us again about the process of using magic to peel potatoes." Wendell hadn't touched the utensils for a long time, and he listened to Loren say that this was his spiritual food.

Hermione: ...

After the meal, the Grangers became completely unrestrained and completely fell in love with Loren.

After finishing the meal, Monica folded the tableware and smiled like a flower: "You guys watch TV for a while and chat."

Loren took advantage of the situation and performed a magic washing of dishes, solving Monica's most arduous task at once.

Monica and Wendell sat with Loren in the living room. The TV was turned on to the lowest volume and only played background sound. They mainly wanted to chat with Loren.

To be honest, Hermione felt a little redundant.

This feeling was very strange. Hermione, who had no siblings, felt that her parents' favor had been taken away from her for the first time in more than ten years.

No matter how she looked at it, she felt that Loren was the biological child of the Granger family, and she was the classmate who was invited as a guest.

And Loren is still improving the Grangers' favorability.

"The house is well organized and the cooking is delicious. I almost thought you were a full-time housewife. No, you are better than many full-time housewives." Loren didn't even look at the 480p quality color TV.

Monica couldn't hold back her smile anymore. She covered her mouth with her hand, smiled for a while and then said: "Like Wendell, I am also a dentist who graduated from medical school."

Loren's expression became more sincere, "Girls who went to medical school in the 1970s, this is so outstanding."

These words scratched Monica's itch.

At that time, less than 5% of women were able to complete their studies in medical school. In the 1970s, women accounted for only a dozen in the dental industry. This figure was supported by dental nurses and dental assistants. A formal dentist like Monica is truly at the top of her time.

"Girls going to medical school will encounter a lot of invisible resistance, some from society and some from family." Loren looked serious.

Monica nodded in agreement, "I wanted to give up many times, but..."

The three chatted happily, and Loren asked them about their interesting stories in medical school, leading them to complain about their professors, and used the analogy of professors at Hogwarts to complain together.

Loren also revealed his own situation from the conversation. He was born into a Muggle family, and the orphanage helped him find his grandfather. It's just that Grandpa Bates is still traveling, so he won't be able to get home until later.

Then the Grangers began praising Loren for being outstanding, handsome, and having a good personality.

Hermione huddled on the sofa and became a little transparent, her eyes fixed on Loren's face, which was full of sincerity and happiness. It seemed like the conversation with her parents was all from the heart.

Finally Monica said, "Loren, you can stay here as long as you want."

Hermione felt happy and strange.

…

Loren put on the pajamas he brought in his suitcase and lay on the bed recalling the day's experiences. In the end, he felt that apart from being a little uncomfortable at the beginning, his subsequent performance was perfect.

After two weeks, the Grangers were probably thinking of adopting him.

But adoption was not allowed, Loren did not want to become brother and sister with Hermione.

"Dong dong dong"

The sound of windows being banged.

Loren looked outside and saw an owl tapping its beak against the glass.

Who will write to him at this time?

I paid the owl a tip with the few candies I had left, and watched it fly out of the window and disappear into the darkness.

Loren then opened the letter and looked at it.

The letter was an urgent letter from Dumbledore.

The letter mentioned that Nagini woke up and something unexpected happened. The treatment with the magic stone and the ritual is not permanent. Nagini said that he started the process of turning into a snake again.

But this process will last for several years. Nagini is very satisfied and thinks that the effect is already very good.

Dumbledore comforted Loren in the letter and told him not to worry. Bates's situation was different from Nagini's. Blood-cursed orcs were more stubborn than werewolves. Even if the effect of the ritual is not permanent, you can still use the ritual as a periodic treatment method, just like using wolfsbane potion.

Outside the window, the night is as cold as water.

Loren looked out the window at the night, folding the letter again and again in his hands, and finally crumpled it into a crumpled ball.

He reassured himself that Dumbledore was right, and it was good to use ritual as a periodic form of healing. The effect of one treatment lasts for several years, which is enough.

But there is a feeling of anger in my heart that cannot be dissipated or retreated.

He began to recall whether there was any loophole in the question he asked Mary, and whether he did not include a timeliness qualifier.

Or it could be a matter of ritual, or a spell to restore human form.

Loren couldn't figure out the result. He took out the fantasy book from the suitcase and immersed his consciousness in the book.

In the bright library, Flamel sat leisurely on a stool, with books on bel canto and opera in his hands.

"Flamel!"

Loren sat down directly opposite him and began to tell what happened: "I discovered a ritual that used the medicinal properties of the bicorn and the two-eared grass through the magic stone to perfectly achieve the conditions for the use of the restoration spell. Dumbledore and I Used a method on a blood-cursed orc, but..."

Loren was a little anxious: "The ceremony is obviously perfect, but what went wrong?"

Flamel listened quietly to Loren's story, and waited until he calmed down before saying: "I can't find the cause of the problem. Whether it's the blood curse or the humanoid restoration curse, these are very mysterious magics. Modern wizards have already It’s impossible to decipher the mystery.”

"But I can show you a way," Flamel said.

Loren looked up at Flamel.

"Refining a magic stone that belongs to you and whose properties are made by living things!"

The sound echoed in the empty space, clear and loud.