Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 171 Celebrating a Good Article, Enjoying a Feast, Stealing Half a Day of Leisure

Turkey, as the main dish of the British Christmas dinner, is naturally indispensable today.

Just like last year, after a quick breakfast, Mrs. Granger devoted a great deal of time and effort to the turkey, trying to cook it into an exceptionally delicious dish.

The ingredients, cooking time, and processing methods are all passed down from the elders with careful guidance, and are not to be shared with outsiders. This is the family secret recipe, which gives the turkeys the characteristic of "each family has its own unique flavor".

This is the inheritance of delicious flavors, and the continuation of family traditions...

Of course, Mrs. Granger didn't hide anything from Qin Yu when she was making it. After all, this child wasn't an outsider; she treated him like half her own child.

So, Qin Yu started helping out last year, and this year was no exception. However, this year Hermione also took the initiative to get involved, using a spoon to help stir the sauce for the roasted turkey, which contained a variety of ingredients.

Qin Yu had promised to make meat soup noodles, and having cooked the meat sauce yesterday, he naturally had to make the noodles today.

Although he had some experience in adding water and kneading dough, he didn't have much. After a series of "add flour if there's too much water, add water if there's too much flour" steps, he ended up with a huge basin of dough.

Hermione, still full of enthusiasm after finishing the mixing, came over to help for a while, but somehow ended up with a lot of flour on her fair face.

"Here, let me wipe it for you," Qin Yu said, reaching out to wipe it.

"Hmm? Is it clean now?" Hermione closed her eyes and let him wipe her clean.

"Well, there's still a little bit left to clean. Go wash it off." Looking at Hermione's face, which was even more smudged, Qin Yu unconsciously touched his nose.

"..."

Hermione's face fell instantly when she saw that someone's nose was covered in flour from rubbing it himself. An unseen raven cawed as it flew overhead.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger happened to be passing by at that moment. When they saw the two faces that looked like little kittens, they burst into laughter, almost to the point of tears.

The reason they were laughing like that wasn't because they had a low threshold for laughter, but because they were in a good mood.

A family celebrating the holiday together is something that brings joy in itself.

……

A plump turkey, after being repeatedly roasted over a blazing fire, tastes all the rich flavors of salty, sweet, bitter, spicy, and sour, finally presents its delicious self to human tables.

For it, it might be a cruel fate, but for humanity, to consider such cruelty is just pointless and pointless speculation.

Qin Yu felt absolutely no pity for the turkeys. Since he was now human, he would stand firmly on the side of humanity.

In short, Qin Yu ate with great relish and praised Mrs. Granger's cooking skills, making his mother-in-law—oh, I mean, his aunt—smile broadly.

Correspondingly, Qin Yu's meat broth noodles also received unanimous praise.

Having practiced at Hagrid's Hut before, he used a recipe with his own ideas this time. It could be said that it was made according to the potion-making process to a certain extent, rigorous and ritualistic, and nutritious and delicious.

Of course, as long as the spices used are not too strange and the cooking time is sufficient, it is actually difficult to make the meat sauce taste bad. If it is salty, fragrant, and rich, it is good enough.

With other food included, it was a sumptuous Christmas dinner that everyone ate until they were stuffed.

After working together to clean up the dining table and kitchen, Qin Yu and the Granger family sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV.

They were watching a videotape that Mr. Granger had specially rented for them—"Poirot."

At first, Hermione and her parents sat on the long sofa in the middle, while Qin Yu sat on a single sofa to the side.

As the plot unfolded, Hermione, in order to discuss the contents with Qin Yu, unknowingly moved from between her parents to the side closer to Qin Yu, and then, without realizing it, squeezed into the single sofa where Qin Yu was sitting.

That sofa is spacious enough for an adult to sit on, and it's just that the two of them could barely fit, even if they were sitting close together.

"Remember this person, and what she has in her hand..." Hermione said solemnly in Qin Yu's ear.

Yes, it's not only warmer when we're closer, but it's also easier to talk. I don't have to crane my neck and lean over to remind Qin not to miss any details.

Moreover, without her getting in the way, Mom and Dad could find all sorts of comfortable positions on that big sofa, sometimes snuggling together, sometimes Mom leaning against Dad, and sometimes Dad secretly kissing Mom again...

Ugh, the way they're showing off their love is unbearable to watch!

Hermione could imagine that if she and Qin weren't here, her parents would definitely be even worse, for example, they would kiss for even longer!

Then she wondered, if it were just her and Qin watching TV here, what would Qin do?

When she thought of something, her jewel-like brown eyes couldn't help but blink incessantly.

Yes, he must have done something that his parents couldn't see—Hermione had a general idea of ​​what would get Qin beaten to death by his parents, after all, Miss Granger was a sensible person.

So the key is to not let your parents find out, such as sneaking up to the attic at night and snuggling into Qin's bed to chat.

"...Hermione?" Qin Yu's voice rang in her ears, calling her name.

"Huh?" Hermione, who was lost in thought, suddenly snapped out of it and looked at the person next to her in surprise.

"What's wrong with you? I just asked you a question, why aren't you responding?" Qin Yu asked, puzzled.

“Um…” Hermione blushed slightly, forcibly changing the subject, and asked, “What did you ask? I didn’t hear you clearly.”

"Well, I just want to know, is that man in the black top hat the murderer?" Qin Yu had no choice but to repeat his question.

“That person…” Hermione stroked her chin, hesitating before continuing.

The main problem is that she was distracted and didn't watch that part of the story at all.

However, based on the content of the novels she had read before, she could roughly guess who Qin Yu was talking about, and naturally knew whether that person was the murderer or not.

However, the girl's eyes darted around, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up slightly. Then, she cleared her throat and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Regarding that person, I can't say he's the murderer, nor can I say he isn't; as for whether you think he's the murderer, I can't say your guess is right, nor can I say your guess is wrong! In short, the plot is just this plot, and the story is just this story. I won't say too much; you'll have to see it for yourself to find it interesting!"

This series of words startled Qin Yu, who felt that the words sounded somewhat familiar.

After a moment's thought, he realized, "Isn't this exactly what I said before?!"

—That's what he said when Harry and the others asked him who Nicolas Flamel was in Hagrid's hut.

Merlin's beard... I never expected that the boomerang from ten chapters ago would hit him right now!

Thinking of this, Qin Yu felt a surge of anger and gritted his teeth as he looked at Hermione, who was raising an eyebrow at him with a smug expression.

"Fine, fine, fine, you win!" Qin Yu was furious, but he could only whisper this sentence in the girl's ear.

Seeing him grit his teeth in anger, yet helpless against her, Hermione felt a secret sense of satisfaction and pleasure. She realized that having her parents present did have its advantages; she could be the fox who used the tiger's power to scare Qin.

Qin Yu wasn't really angry; he was just a little annoyed by the boomerang.

Moreover, he also felt that Hermione was right; if they knew who the murderer was beforehand, there would indeed be less suspense and anticipation.

Just as he continued watching the TV series, he felt a small hand grope its way in, squeeze between the two of them, and finally reach his hand. The hand gently scratched his palm with its fingertips, as if to comfort, to please, or to play with him.

Qin Yu grabbed it with his other hand and squeezed it a couple of times, as both a punishment and a form of control, to prevent any overly large movements from being noticed.

Of course, once you've grasped it, you don't want to let go.

……

Stealing half a day of leisure from a busy life, one is better off than an immortal.

They watched from the afternoon until dark, but unlike last year, they didn't go out to stroll through the Christmas market. They just watched several episodes in a row. When they got hungry, Qin Yu cooked the noodles they hadn't finished earlier, along with the leftovers from the Christmas dinner, and they made do with that.

As night deepened and after watching yet another case solved by the great detective, Mrs. Granger decisively announced that today's Christmas family activities had to end, otherwise it would really be too late.

So, everyone reluctantly turned off the TV, washed up, and went to bed.

Hermione remembered her promise from that morning and went to Qin Yu's attic to check if his pajamas fit.

After a careful evaluation, Hermione found that the pajamas were indeed of very good quality. When she pressed her face against them, she felt that the fabric was very soft and comfortable. However, the size was slightly large, and the sleeves covered Qin's hands.

Yes, I said goodnight before leaving this time, so I wouldn't have to come back again at night.

——Dimensional wall——

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone! Remember to eat plenty of mooncakes. By the way, I don't know why so many people dislike the five-nut flavor, but I quite like it.