Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives.
The mountains around Hogwarts have just turned green, and the hillside leading to the Shrieking Shack is already covered with bright wildflowers. The wild flowers of various colors are blooming in all kinds of colors, as if they are trying to please the king regardless of the season. Looking from a distance, it looks like five-colored cloud brocade piled up from the shack to the foot of the mountain.
The sea of flowers sets off the three-story wooden villa standing on the hill beautifully. Looking from the bottom of the hill, it looks like a fluttering swan castle.
How can one not be fascinated by such a beautiful scenery?
Students who come to Hogsmeade for the weekend have looked at the scenery there countless times. It's a pity that no matter how resentful they are, they can't get the store owner to come back and continue to operate. Seeing that everywhere else was still desolate, the scenery near the Screaming Shack became more beautiful day by day, but the door at the foot of the mountain was always closed, making the naughty children as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
But until the grass and wild flowers have submerged the path leading to the mountain, there is still no news from the owner there...
In fact, no one knew that the "couple" had been back for several days and was just too lazy to open the business.
Pushing open the wooden window, the fragrance of flowers that flooded in made Elaine couldn't help but take a deep breath. This feeling of regaining her body and being able to feel everything in the world again made her intoxicated every time. "You did this?" Seeing the most beautiful flowers clustered around the house, even the most obtuse person can realize that something is wrong, not to mention that Elaine's last name is Ravenclaw.
"It's just a natural phenomenon." Lu Yuan replied awkwardly. He didn't do anything deliberately. After all, a man surrounded by flowers and grass shouldn't be too gay.
However, there is a huge difference in how a saint lives, sits, and sleeps! When the saint is happy, all countries rejoice; when the saint is sad, the whole world mourns. Legend has it that saints travel, lotuses grow at every step, and fairy sounds descend from heaven. These are all true. A saint does not need to do anything. His every move can naturally affect the environment and even the entire world. Lu Yuan has tried his best to restrain himself, and most of his power is hidden in the Mirror Sword Realm in his heart. But the aura he left here still affected this hillside.
Of course, he was not afraid of being discovered by "Merlin".
Because this is a phenomenon caused by the natural overflow of the perfect realm of a saint - it is the other side that "Merlin" longs for but can never reach. Even if he sees it, he can't tell it. After all, tragedies happen every day in this world, and you can't blame Conan entirely.
"Okay, I really, really like this, and I like cleaning the room, but what about your hotel? We can't take care of it at all." Elaine said, pointing to the tables and chairs that were submerged by overgrown grass and wild flowers. Organizing such a large house was already too much for her, but luckily she had magic to help. But if you add a courtyard that occupies the entire hill, it would be a housewife’s nightmare! Besides, she couldn't kill those lovely flowers! She wholeheartedly refused the thought of uprooting the flowers when cleaning the yard.
Thinking about the influx of customers after opening, all the work in the kitchen and serving dishes is really overwhelming. "How about closing the business for a whole year." Elaine suggested with a smile, and deliberately pulled her collar down and gave Lu Yuan a flirtatious look. If you agree, I'll let you take advantage~ Anyway, both of them are rich men. They opened the store for fun, not to tire themselves. "It would be nice to have a house elf."
Almost all the work in Hogwarts School is the responsibility of the elves. The teachers only need to teach and shape things, which makes Elaine a little envious.
"That's right!" Lu Yuan hit his palm with his fist, "We don't have an elf, but we do have Charlie."
"Who is Charlie?"
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"I'm not Charlie! My name is Tom Riddle!" The dark shadows in the basin stirred and roared angrily! But it sounded like gurgling water. "Okay, Charlie. How have you considered my suggestion? Charlie." Lu Yuan squatted by the basin with a smile and called Charlie one after another.
"I am Tom Riddle!" Voldemort's ghost howled angrily again! He roared continuously, apparently falling into hysteria again, forgetting Lu Yuan's question.
——The effect of Holy Water No. 4 is a bit unexpected. It allowed Voldemort's ghost to experience the torture of "death by a thousand cuts every day" and even cut off the connection between the ghost and Voldemort's body. But in the end, the holy water failed to "melt" and destroy the black soul fragment... Only when Lao Lu came back from London and cleaned up the basement did he discover this. At that time, this ghost had been tortured half crazy during the months of being forgotten.
Seeing that the split soul could no longer listen to anything, Lu Yuan reopened a bottle of No. 4 holy water without hesitation and slowly poured it into the basin.
Like sulfuric acid poured into an aluminum tank, the basin emitted a faint acrid smoke. With a long and shrill scream, Tom Riddle seemed to finally remember his situation. "I'm Charlie! I'm Charlie! Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
Lao Lu looked like "You just gave up like that, I haven't had all the fun yet" and raised the mouth of the bottle. "At least, after I finish pouring, my cat is still waiting to use the bottle." The soul in the basin shivered. He seemed to remember the cat peeing in the basin, and his whole soul suddenly felt bad.
"Nini!" The little black cat who was framed flashed his angry claws and scratched three bloody marks on Lao Lu's cheeky skin! People wouldn't do such shameful things!
"So Charlie, become a Pokemon."
*****
Hermione Granger has grown into a thirteen-year-old girl.
In an island country...ahem, this is the age when you can wear a sailor skirt while shopping and be hit on by an uncle.
Miss Know-It-All is smart, eager to learn, and enthusiastic about helping her friends. Although she was considered arrogant and a bit of a troublemaker because she was too good, she didn't have Harry's trouble-making physique, and she didn't habitually make a fool of herself like Ron. In the eyes of the teachers, she was still A perfect good student - even Professor Snape has to admit in his heart that he hates Hermione because he hates the excellence of Miss Know-It-All!
The little Muggle-born witch makes this class of Slytherin students look like a concentration camp for idiots! Her existence is to ridicule the correctness of wizard blood theory, which is completely inconsistent with Slytherin's always boasted of being born elite and born noble. Therefore, in the eyes of some people, Hermione has become as much a thorn in Harry's side as Harry. But because of Voldemort, the savior Harry is still ranked slightly higher.
Therefore, it is inevitable that Hermione will be quietly targeted. She has obviously felt this kind of pressure at school, and the pressure will only make her become a more "perfect and good student".
But she is a Gryffindor little lion after all, with a majestic appearance and a wild heart. Outside the view of others, she is actually not that conventional. For example, the low wooden door blocking her from seeing the sea of flowers in front of her...
"Alajo Cave Opens," the wooden door opened with a click, revealing a path submerged in the grass that led to the top of the hill. Hermione put away her wand with satisfaction. After entering third grade, Hermione had obtained permission to spend weekends in Hogsmeade with her parents' signature and approval.
This is not the first time she has entered the village. She has been here with her friends since the beginning of winter school, when Hogsmeade was still a land of ice and snow. Something else happened at that time. Harry wore an invisibility cloak and slipped out of the campus. He happened to know that Sirius, who had escaped from Azkaban, was the indirect murderer of his parents. And Sirius also has another identity, that is, his godfather...
In the beginning, because Harry did not obtain permission from the Dursleys, she accompanied Ron every time she came to Hogsmeade. But gradually, when Ron became obsessed with the coquettish landlady and squatted in the Three Broomsticks bar every weekend to take a peek, Hermione became more accustomed to acting alone. Then she fell in love with this feeling of being alone. There is no pressure, there is freedom, there are two less noisy partners, there is no need to consider other people's feelings, and you can go wherever you want.
Just like now, she just wants to climb to the top of the Screaming Shack and see the depths of the sea of flowers.
After closing the door and pushing aside the long grass, Hermione strolled along the path to the top of the mountain.
After just a few steps, she understood why she liked this place - although the plants here were all wild flowers and grasses, they were all scattered on the hillside evenly and reservedly, as if they were artificially planted. They are neither cluttered nor too sparse to reveal an unsightly gray surface. The entire hillside is like a well-woven green carpet, dotted with five-color patterns in the middle, regular and well-proportioned, making people look comfortable... Okay, little Hermione has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.
And the grass is so dense, there are very few nasty bugs. The most common ones are butterflies and bees, flying among them. There is nothing more beautiful than this. "This place is so amazing, I must take Harry and Ron to see it!" Hermione said to herself.
After casually strolling on the hillside, sitting on the grass for a while, smelling the scent of flowers, Hermione was not so anxious to pick up a book for the first time. Looking back at the scenery along the way, the flowing tassels extend into the village, and the spiers of Hogsmeade are lined up in rows. Farther away, the windmill beside the river was slowly turning. The scenery made her have the urge to draw it immediately.
"Ah, hello. I'm sorry for coming in." Hermione thought she would find a table and chair in the deserted courtyard, read the book she brought, and spend a leisurely afternoon like this.
Unexpectedly, when she reached the top of the hill, she saw a house elf arranging the outdoor tables and chairs in front of the house.
Hermione felt extremely embarrassed about sneaking into someone else's house and being caught red-handed. (To be continued.)
