Chapter 650 Feeding Yixing
"Time is playing tricks on us again. It's time to go back to bed, children..."
"Good night, professor."
"Good night."
"..."
Watching the two outstanding students leave, they could hear their whispers behind the door. Harry was asking for more information about the Horcruxes, and Loren was playing dumb and making jokes, which made Harry grit his teeth.
The sound of laughter came in through the oak door, slightly distorted.
"A nostalgic age..."
Dumbledore's mouth curled up with a happy arc, and he inadvertently glimpsed the black gem on the table, then his smile gradually withered and fell silent.
The old man with gray hair and beard sat quietly in the chair. I don't know how long it took, Dumbledore came to his senses and glimpsed the stars and the moon in the deep blue sky outside the window.
The moonlight was cold, the starlight was scattered, and the light falling into the window was even scarcer, with only a light cold color.
It's not very bright.
Behind the half-moon lens, the slightly narrowed blue eyes were in a trance for a few seconds, and then their gaze unconsciously fell back to the table. The exquisitely crafted silver ornaments were now eclipsed, and the cracked black gem exuded a mysterious attraction.
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and reached out to touch the black gem.
The dim light of the stars and the moon separated into bits of broken rays, quietly gathered together, and turned into a transparent and vast figure.
"Ariana..."
The murmur of repentance echoed in the room.
...
In October, the weather turned cooler.
The ginger kitten began to be reluctant to move, curled up on the sofa cushion for a long time, although it looked like a cushion.
"It will be easy after the exam is over", a common lie among teachers all over the world.
As the sixth grade teaching got on track, the students officially entered a stage of unbearable suffering. As those prospective graduates joked, the sixth grade homework was even heavier than the fifth grade exam preparation. The professors of the advanced class wanted to use magic to pry open the students' heads directly and pour those advanced knowledge into their brains.
There was no way to relax after school. Everyone was drowned in endless observation reports, analysis of magic principles and divination calculations. Most of the weekends had to be spent on completing the large amount of homework assigned by the teacher.
In just one month, the new quills bought at the beginning of the school year were all worn out.
Now all courses require them to use silent spells, including Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Transfiguration. If someone is heard chanting a spell, the professor will immediately give them a serious stare, as if it is something shameful for wizards to chant spells.
When chatting in the common room or the auditorium, you can often see sixth-year students practicing silent spells, their faces flushed, and their hands holding the wands trembling.
Seamus once again became famous for blowing up tableware many times, and those lower-grade students competed to spread the name of Finnigan. In a trance, Gryffindor seemed to have returned to the time when freshmen entered school, which was six years ago.
The courses in the advanced classes generally increased the difficulty. Those obscure and difficult words and sentences were difficult to read, not to mention understanding the definitions.
Professor McGonagall's explanation of the principle of transformation was like a tongue twister, with a large number of clauses piled up together, often resulting in some ridiculous situations, such as when a pronoun appeared in the text, students had to turn the textbook several pages forward to find the thing the pronoun referred to.
Most students could only understand half of it, and a small number of students could not understand half of it.
A certain know-it-all lady raised her hand more frequently, not to answer questions, but to ask the professor to slow down the lecture, or even repeat what had been said before.
In order to explain the connection between spells, Professor Flitwick had to spend more time looking for simple and easy-to-understand examples. The textbooks were piled on the desk, almost completely drowning the half-blood goblin professor.
Some people began to use sticky notes to make annotations. Only a month had passed, and the brand new textbooks were already bulging with colorful stickers.
Professor Slughorn began to become popular, because most of the content of potions was practical operations. You didn't need to keep silent and make big mistakes according to the steps in the book, and you didn't have to worry about being punished if you couldn't make a qualified potion.
If there is a place where one can completely relax, it is probably Professor Sprout's greenhouse.
Although the plants they deal with in the Herbology class have become more dangerous, when the poisonous tentacles and knotty vines are caught off guard, they can at least chant spells loudly to fight back.
Saturday afternoon, a rare leisure time.
Hermione finished her visit and investigation and came back from the basement kitchen.
It is not clear whether it was Professor Bubbage or Loren's suggestion that she restrained her previous tough attitude and learned from her Hufflepuff classmates to get along with the house elves in a normal manner. They chatted happily.
At least she was happy.
Under the guidance of Winky, Hermione made a small portion of chiffon cake independently. After it came out of the pan, she reluctantly left half for the elves, and the remaining half was transported by the floating spell and urgently transported to the end of the courtyard path.
"Try it, I made it!"
Hermione stood in front of Loren. In the October weather, her forehead was slightly sweaty, and her beautiful eyes stared at her, shining.
The disc-shaped cake has been cut open, and the six pointed fan-shaped pieces are put together in half. It is not big in size, and the surface is light yellow-brown, like a freshly baked cake. The shape and color are ordinary. It trembles slightly when shaken, and looks very elastic.
"Do you know the difference between chiffon cake and ordinary cake?"
"It is made by whipping egg whites!"
"The bubbles are dense, so it is very elastic..."
"Try it quickly, try it quickly!"
The girl kept talking happily and chirping.
Loren couldn't help but feel a little amused when she met those shining eyes.
He had always fed her, but now it was the other way around.
Loren didn't respond to her self-question. He just picked up one and put it in his mouth. He didn't need to bite it, just took a sip and it melted.
The texture is puffy, the pores are densely packed, and it is softer than pudding. It is not dry and does not stick to the teeth. The filling is close to a liquid state, the moisture content is just right, and the taste is moist and tender, with a light sweetness and very refreshing.
He has a sweet taste, and looking at the girl's unblinking eyes full of expectation, he doesn't think there is any need to add additional sugar or honey.
"well……"
Loren sighed sadly, causing the girl to stare at him nervously: "Why are you only giving me half of such a delicious cake? Or the remaining half, I'm sad..."
Hermione immediately laughed, her beautiful eyebrows narrowed together, making her teeth disappear.
"hey-hey……"
The girl took one of Loren's hands and took a piece herself and began to taste it. "The other half was left to the elves. They taught me how to make the cake."
"Didn't they do it for you?"
"You don't believe me!"
"The main reason is that the cake is so delicious, it doesn't look like it was made the first time."
"Is this a compliment?"
"It's about stating the facts."
"..."
Strands of sweetness drifted along the October breeze.