Meatball Hot Pot
When the two came out, Hermione's face was still slightly red. She trotted out from the staircase door without looking back.
Honeydukes was packed with Hogwarts students, and no one gave a second glance to Hermione and Fred as they emerged from the cellar.
Rows of shelves are filled with the most delicious and juicy candies, large pieces of creamy yellow nougat, fluffy and brushed snowy coconut cake, honey-colored toffee, hundreds of kinds are neatly arranged Chocolate, a vat of Bibi’s Beans, and a vat of Sizzling Bees, the sort of panna cotta balls that Ron mentioned earlier; "Candies: Blowbug Super Bubblegum (fills a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that last for days), and the bizarre crunchy and crumbly Peppermints, and the tiny, dark Peppermint ("Breathe fire for your friends!"), ice mice ("Hear your teeth squeaking!"), peppermint ice cream in the shape of a toad ("It'll really dance in your stomach!"), sugar threads woven into Crispy Feather Candy, and Exploding Fudge.
Hermione bought a large bag of ice skin coconut cake and threw it into Fred's arms.
"What's this for?" he asked amusedly.
"I can't always eat your food for nothing. I'll buy you something else later, and then you can treat me the meatball hot pot."
Fred leaned against the edge of the door frame, looked at Hermione, who was serious about accounting, with amused smile, and bent over with a smile.
Hogsmeade Village has indeed opened several new restaurants, and this hot pot restaurant opened next to a bookstore. The types of hot pot range from ice cream hot pot to meatball hot pot to fruit hot pot.
They found a table with potted plants and sat down. Hermione ordered a meatball hot pot, and Fred ordered a milk tea hot pot.
"When did you drink milk tea?" Hermione had gradually recovered from the embarrassment just now, and planned to talk about other topics to divert her attention.
"That's for you, don't you always like to drink it after dinner?" Without raising his head, he took out a few boxes of things from his pocket, his curly red hair sweeping across his ears.
"Ron told you that I often drink milk tea?"
"No one told me," he said, shaking his head with a bigger smile, pointing to himself, "it's because this pair of eyes are very good at discovering details."
Hermione was thankful that the black tea in her mouth had been swallowed just now.
"Look, there are different flavors of canary biscuits," he showed Hermione, "there are spinach and cucumber flavors, do you want to try them?"
Hermione looked at it with disgust, "No, what a strange combination of flavors."
The meatball hot pot came quickly.
All the ingredients were neatly stacked and placed in the hot soup in advance, and the juicy cheese melted softly, covering the bouncy balls.
"How can I finish all of these, there will be another pot later."
"That pot is full of milk tea and fruit shakes. If you can't finish it, take it back for supper." Fred said gently, and tapped the plates and cutlery in front of her with his wand, and they immediately looked brand new .
"Have you already started learning silent spells?" Hermione said enviously.
"Probably, George and I usually learn by jumping from the catalog." He took Hermione's bowl and scooped up a big spoonful of cheese ball soup. "I will lend you the book."
Hermione thanked him and started eating quietly. She scooped up a creamy yellow chicken ball and bit into half.
The full-bodied soup immediately overflowed in the mouth, and the salty and fresh fragrance with the thick cheese flavor swarmed around on the tongue.
She couldn't help taking a light breath.
Next, green mustard balls, pink and white fish balls, orange-brown beef balls, multicolored vegetable balls, and transparent konjac silk balls were all lined up in Hermione's bowl.
Fred picked up the black tea and sipped it, smiling the whole time.
The meal was very satisfying, and Hermione's annoyance for several days was swept away, and she stretched comfortably as soon as she left the restaurant.
"No wonder our Hermione is so smart."
"What?"
"After eating so much delicious food, that little genius head must be full……" Fred stopped the sentence before Hermione gets mad, stretched out his hand and tightened her scarf, "Just teasing you. I'm very happy, I can see little Hermione's smile again."
A few thin flakes of winter snow fell on his eyelashes and melted quickly. His eyelashes were long and straight, shaking quietly, and there was a lingering smile in his hazel pupils. Hermione found that they often made her inexplicable throat tighten recently.
She quickly turned her eyes away, pretended to cough, settled her mind, and turned to look at him again, "Do you want to go to Three Broomsticks together later?"
Rita Skeeter and her photographer friend just emerged from The Three Broomsticks. They were talking in low voices, and walked past Hermione and Fred, who had just arrived at the door, without even looking at them.
Fred gently hugged Hermione's shoulders, turned her to the other side of him, and lowered his head, "Don't worry about her," he deliberately controlled his voice to be neither high nor low, "She doesn't deserve your attention."
Hermione suddenly felt warm inside.
"Well, I'm fine." She looked up and smiled. "How does a warm butterbeer sound?"
The Three Broomsticks is packed with people, mostly Hogwarts students, enjoying their afternoon of freedom.
Fred went to buy drinks, saw George and Lee Jordan at the bar, and talked for a while.
As soon as Hermione sat down, Harry came over wearing the Invisibility Cloak and tugged at her cloak furtively.
"Fred came with you?" Harry looked at Hermione with a interesting smile.
"What? Well I mean……yes. I'm such a fool talking to myself," she grumbled under her breath. "It's a good thing I brought some work with me."
Hermione took out a notebook with a list of members of the S.P.E.W.
After a while, Hagrid and Moody also came. Sure enough, Moody found Harry and told Hagrid.
After a short whisper, Hagrid straightened up and said loudly, "Nice to meet you, Hermione." He blinked and left. Moody followed him.
"Why did Hagrid tell me to look for him in the middle of the night?" Harry asked in great surprise.
"Really?" said Hermione, also looked surprised. "I really don't know what he wants to do. I don't know if you should go, Harry……" She looked around uneasily, and said something through her teeth. Squeezed out a voice and said: "If it's not done well, you will be late to see Sirius."
Just after eleven-thirty at night, Hermione made sure the common room was quiet. She also cast a specific timed stink spell, so no one would bother to interrupt Harry's late-night meeting with Sirius.
In the dormitory, Hermione, who was wearing a light blue cartoon nightdress, put away the knitting needles in her hand, yawned and climbed onto the bed.
Suddenly remembered the accident in the secret passage. She subconsciously touched her shoulders and ears, and the touched parts began to feel slightly hot.
It was as if the breath Fred deliberately exhaled at that moment was still entangled in her hair.
Hermione what are you thinking.
He has very strong muscles.……very comfortable to bump into……
Stop now.
He must have lowered his head so low on purpose……You can smell the refreshing smell of green grass……
Stop right now.
As a result, Hermione almost fell asleep for the first time in her arithmetic and divination class early the next morning.