Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1037 Sensitive Physique

  When the Auror was not at Harry’s house, the Potter’s cooks were the great savior himself.

  Cooking is a good way to reduce stress, not to mention that Ginny’s craftsmanship is more than a bit worse than Harry.

  Molly pampered her only daughter very much. She didn’t let Ginny do any housework at home except serving dishes. Harry was taught by Petunia how to "self-sufficient" since she was a child.

Hermione didn’t cook before, but during the adventure, because she was the only girl, she gave her the task of cooking, and Harry and Ron were in charge of hunting. It seemed that everyone had forgotten that Harry could cook. .

  That is really an unforgettable and unforgettable memory. When a few people got together after the war, they often joked about it.

Hermione’s cooking is now decent. After marrying into the Weasley family, Molly taught her how to cook. Ron is still not good at it. Every boy in the Weasley family has to share the burden for her mother. Housework, the twins will let this "cute brother" choose between washing clothes and sweeping the floor, each time Ron does the work of two people alone.

  The traditional concept in the UK is generally the same. The kitchen and the family belong to women, and men are responsible for raising the family and working. In front of outsiders, even if Ginny is not good at cooking, she has to go to the kitchen.

  Now that the Aurors are gone, there are only familiar people at 12 Grimmauld Place, so Harry showed off his cooking skills to wash the dust for his friends who had returned from a long journey.

  Hermione is battling him. They still use Muggle cooking methods. If the ingredients are changed, they will be no different from the potions class.

   "Why bother to **** the light away with a light extinguisher, wouldn't it be better to just turn off the light?" Hermione said as she poured the clams into the pot.

   With a "wow", the pan exploded, and Harry was stunned by Hermione's question.

   "Hurry up and stir fry, Harry!" Hermione reminded.

  So Harry quickly swung the spatula to heat each clam evenly and opened his mouth.

  "Give Ron a chance to perform." Harry said while frying clams, "I just met McLagen."

   "So?" Hermione asked.

"what?"

  "What does this have to do with turning off the lights?"

"When we were adventurous, we used the light-off device to listen to the radio station organized by Li Qiaodan. If the light-off device can receive electromagnetic signals, then it can interfere. Don’t forget that someone may bring a camera at the scene. TV stations and newspapers are in trouble."

  Hermione was easily persuaded, Harry let out a sigh of relief, and used the water like a fountain with his wand against the pot.

Now Harry’s dish is clam and pumpkin soup. Except for the Triwizard Tournament to entertain guests from France, he has never seen seafood on the Hogwarts table, and no one at Slytherin College has touched that fish soup. , As if this is one of their weird traditions.

  After adding whipped cream and white wine, Harry scooped up all the clams and half of the gravy, added more water, and cooked the pumpkin and onions.

  Some people say that the taste of home will be passed on, and Petunia’s cooking taste is inherited from Mrs. Evans. So theoretically, Lily's cooking taste is similar to that of her sister and mother. Harry inherited his cooking skills from Petunia, so the taste of his cooking is almost the same as his mother's.

  He watched the soup in the pot boil, and his glasses were covered with steam. From the moment he boarded the Hogwarts Express, he was no longer an orphan who had been bullied.

  That day, in the third grade Quidditch match, his windshield glasses were also blurred by the fog, but he could still see Cedric’s broomstick and his yellow jersey.

  He was right in front of Harry, his finger almost touching the Snitch, so it was difficult for Harry to associate the living life with the corpse in Riddle's graveyard.

When Harry returned to Quidditch with Cedric on his back, Cedric was still warm, but Harry knew that he was dead, and Cedric's appearance flashed back in the wand, and he let Ha Lee took his body back.

   "...We may still be working with the werewolf office." Hermione angrily chopped the parsley into fine pieces. "It's unbelievable."

   "What is incredible about the werewolf office dealing with werewolf problems?" Harry asked.

   "Did you hear what I just said?" Hermione looked at him incredulously.

   "Uh...no." Harry smiled and said, "If I tell Ginny that, she's sure to be angry, but you are my friend."

   "So you can be grandiose not to listen to me?" Hermione patted Harry on the head with a celery, looking like a strict teacher.

   "What did you just say?" Harry clutched the place where he had been knocked, and picked up the leaves from his hair.

"Umbridge, I can’t believe that she can actually be released from Azkaban, and she is still working in the werewolf office. She promulgated the Werewolf Act in 1993, and we and the werewolf have made a fuss with her now. Half the credit."

"If the public doesn't approve it, even if she implements this bill, it won’t be passed smoothly. This is what the people want, Hermione." Harry sighed. "Today Calvin told me about the award of honors. You two actually You can leave me alone."

   "No, this honor is ours. Ron didn't want the Merlin Medal that much, because Rohart also has one."

   "Rohat is a second-level medal."

  Hermione looked around, made sure there were only two people in the kitchen, and then whispered to Harry.

"He became the superior because Dumbledore gave you other tasks, otherwise the male prefect should be you. I have never dared to tell him that he didn't want the Merlin Medal because he had left, Rohart. That's just an excuse."

   "Oh, this is really unexpected."

   "Don't tell him, let alone I told you." Hermione lowered her voice and said, "He is very sensitive in this respect."

   "Speaking of this, Ron and I sneaked into Umbridge's office before, and it hurt when the scar on my hand touched her magic door."

   "Oh, Harry..."

   "It's true, I didn't lie." Harry pointed to the scar on the back of his hand and said, "It hurts, but the scar on my forehead doesn't hurt."

"What do you want to explain?"

"Shenfeng is invisible and it is also black magic. George’s ears can’t grow, but I don’t feel the pain." Harry thoughtfully said, "There are other people who use black magic. The scars on my hands and forehead hurt."

   "Scarhead, that's what Malfoy calls you." Hermione smiled and said, "Maybe you two will run into each other in this operation."

   "The feast between me and him has passed." Harry said with a smile, "Ron still cares that he said you were uh..."

   "It doesn't matter if you say that word, Harry, I know you didn't mean that." Hermione said indifferently.

  "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I mean, my skin seems to be different from ordinary people. When I met Quirrell, he turned into powder."

   "Isn't it because you touched the Sorcerer's Stone?" Hermione asked.

   Harry thought for a moment, and shook his head, when thunder rang out the window.

   "I don't know, Hermione, even if Voldemort was by my side in the first school year, and I was in the same classroom with me, my scars would not hurt as much as I was in the cemetery that day."

   "Maybe it is the dark wizards who leave scars on you to make you feel their malice." Hermione whispered.

   "Perhaps." Harry shrugged. "Go and call the people upstairs to eat. Let the walnut pie bake in the oven."

   "Yes, chef." Hermione turned and walked away.

  After she left, Harry turned his head and looked at the cauldron in the kitchen, where Kliche once slept.

  In Klitsch’s den, Harry found Slytherin’s locket. It was strange, why he hadn’t noticed it when he was eating in the kitchen before?

  (End of this chapter)