The consequences of cooking food that is too spicy will appear the next day.
In the early morning, Rolf was preparing to go to the kitchen to make breakfast. Hermione, who had just returned from the supermarket, hurriedly shouted:
"Rolf, let me go!"
Rolf stopped, looked at Hermione carrying her bag in surprise, and asked, "You want to make breakfast?"
"That's right." Hermione walked over and said with a smile on her face:
"I was in the bathroom last night... ahem, and suddenly I realized something. You are a guest, and you really shouldn't be allowed to cook.
You see, I got up early to buy a lot of groceries, so it’s up to me. "
Rolf lowered his head to see what was on offer. Hermione hurriedly stood behind him, then turned around and ran towards the kitchen at a fast pace, gearing up and shouting excitedly:
"Get some rest, I'm sure to give you a surprise... In short, stay away from this damn kitchen in the future!"
"..."
Luo Fei had nothing to do, sitting on the sofa watching TV. The news was being broadcast. The content was basically that the weather was good inside Britain, but the situation outside Britain was in dire straits.
The most interesting thing is that reporters from the New York Times are reporting on the strike at the New York Times.
Good guy...there is no news, just create it yourself, right?
After a while, Shirley walked downstairs. She stayed up in Rolf's box until three o'clock in the morning last night. She looked sleepy and couldn't cheer up.
"Good morning, Rolf." Shirley sat on the sofa, sleepily picked up the pillow and rested her head on it.
The sleepy girl with ponytail was about to take a nap for a while. When she heard a slight noise in the kitchen, she opened her eyes wide and said:
"Rolf, you are sitting here...who is that in the kitchen?"
"Hermione." Rove shrugged, "She said she wanted to make breakfast."
The girl with the ponytail yawned, changed to a more lazy and comfortable posture and huddled on the sofa, she said with some schadenfreude: "Then you are miserable."
"..."
Shirley was right, Hermione did want revenge. After all, Rolf made her experience such a unique pain for the first time last night.
The girl quickly served breakfast:
Crustless quiche muffins, chia oatmeal with yogurt and berries, and sundried tomato toast.
However, this is Shirley and Hermione's breakfast, while Rove's is a stand-alone special.
"Try my homemade fried green peppers, red peppers and spicy peppers." Hermione smiled and pushed the plate in front of the boy. She grinned:
"Rolf, you're welcome, you have to finish everything."
Luofu carefully observed the bottle of unknown green liquid and asked, "What is this?"
"I just squeezed fresh juice for you." Hermione's smile became brighter.
"It's not made from chili peppers, is it?" Luo Fu narrowed his eyes and guessed.
"That's right!" Hermione raised the corners of her mouth, stared at the boy's frozen profile, and said proudly:
"Hurry up and drink. I've specially added pepper, Sichuan peppercorns and mustard for you. They are all top-notch ingredients."
"..."
Luofu picked up the chili juice and took a sip. He suddenly covered his stomach with one hand, his face full of fear, and pointed at Hermione with a trembling hand, and said in a trembling voice:
"There's something wrong with this pepper juice...it's poisonous...Peter Pettigrew..."
"Stop pretending!" Hermione looked unbelieving.
But the boy's hands and feet were twitching, his eyes were rolling, and he was foaming at the corners of his mouth. He looked very scary... which made Hermione lose all her energy and became increasingly guilty.
"Hey...are you okay? Don't scare me!" Hermione's heart tightened and her face turned pale. She quickly got up and rushed to Rolf's side.
Luofu chuckled, returned to normal and said: "I lied to you, idiot... You get fooled every time, and you can't beat me in a bet."
"..."
"I'm going to kill you!" Hermione pounced on the bastard, trying to fight him.
But Rolf had already jumped up and ran away, taking Hermione's breakfast with him.
The girl with the ponytail sat on the chair, eating breakfast and gloating and laughing.
"Shirley...come and save your boss, I'll double your salary!"
Shirley looked at the young man with a pitiful look on his face that said, "I can't do anything about it."
"Shirley...help me stop him!"
"okay!"
Luofu: "..."
Under the siege and interception of the two girls, Luofu wanted to fight against the two guns with one force, but the reality was cruel. In the face of repeated rounds of battles, his weak physique... eventually lost to the enemy and suffered a miserable defeat.
After the fun ended, the three people sat breathlessly on the sofa and watched TV. At this time, the news announcer was broadcasting news about a fugitive criminal.
“...The public must be aware that Peter Pettigrew is armed and accomplices and is extremely dangerous.
Scotland Yard has set up a special hotline. Anyone who knows Peter's whereabouts must report it immediately..."
"Where will he be hiding?" Hermione asked softly.
"Probably I will go to Albania to look for Voldemort, and then return to England." Rove said.
In the original time and space, Peter did this. He first found Voldemort, then took him back to England, and then went to find Barty Crouch Jr.
But this was an extremely coincidental incident, as Peter happened to meet Bertha Jorkins on holiday in Albania.
Bertha Jorkins knew that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive. Although she was under Crouch's oblivion spell... she still obtained this key information under Voldemort's torture.
In other words, it was an extreme coincidence that Peter and Voldemort went to find Barty Crouch Jr. in the original time and space.
They will definitely not go to Barty Jr. now.
Of course, Crouch still deserves a little attention, including the old Riddle house.
"Where are we going today?" Shirley looked at the boy.
"I'm going to the Ministry of Magic." Rolf said calmly, "Apply for something."
"what?"
"The information about Dementors left by Extis." Rove explained: "I also want to go to Azkaban Prison... for a field trip."
"..."
"Okay, how do we get to the Ministry of Magic?" Rolf looked expectant.
Just as the boy was about to speak, the ponytailed girl sitting side by side coughed and interrupted:
“No Knight Bus!”
Last Christmas, Rolf took her to Knockturn Alley, riding the Knight Bus, and tied her to a chair... The girl still has fresh memories.
Luofu wanted to persuade him a few words, but when he felt Shirley's eyes, the young man shut up with some melancholy.
Riding on the Rider Bus is so fun. Not only does it have a roller coaster service, but you can also experience bondage play.
"Then let Tonks take us there." Rolf thought for a moment and said, "She should be nearby."
After the three people closed the door, Luofu observed for a while, walked towards a lawn, and said to a strange old lady:
"Tonks, we're going to the Ministry of Magic."
The old lady looked up at Rolf and said, "Child, who is Tonks?"
"Stop pretending." Luo Fei pointed at the magazine in her hand and said with a smile:
"An old lady your age still reads Muggle Playboy, right?"
"..."
The old lady's appearance changed and she returned to Tonks. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:
"Rolph, you must have read Playboy, right? Otherwise, why are you so familiar with this magazine?"
Shirley and Hermione both raised their heads and looked confusedly at the magazine cover with oversized photos of girls.
"I'm not familiar with it." Rove coughed quickly and said, "I only saw this kind of magazine in... Professor Snape's office."
Seeing what Tonks wanted to say, Rolf quickly handed Tonks the chili juice he was about to throw into the trash can.
"You haven't had breakfast yet?"
"No, thank you."
Tonks took the drink and took a big sip. Her face turned red instantly, her internal organs seemed to be on fire, and she spat out the last sip.
"What the hell is this?!" Tonks asked, "So spicy?"
"The old London tunnels created by Hermione... Douzhi!"
"..."
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