As Allen tried to battle the food in the kitchen, the living room gradually grew livelier after the Ministry of Magic officially got off work.
The potion in front of Emily that she had not drunk had stopped steaming. Penelope was fiddling with the gramophone in the living room. She drove the little Occamy hidden in the cabinet over to Lenn, then casually played a few Vinyl Records to test them. After that, she cast a Levitation Charm, ready to move it into the dining room. But when she turned back and noticed Hermione watching her, her red lips lifted, and she said in a somewhat critical tone, "My father's study has one too. The sound quality is better. I'll bring it over tomorrow so we won't have to keep moving this one back and forth."
"Penelope, you spoil Allen too much. Why does eating a meal need a gramophone for background music... It's too over the top." Seeing the two of them about to start arguing again, Daisy loudly changed the subject. "Hermione, come here quickly. You're on Television. Your hairstyle today looks pretty good on camera."
"Wolf Mom helped me spray on Sleekeazy's Hair Potion... The effect is pretty good, but spraying it every day would be too much trouble." Hermione rolled her eyes at Penelope and sat down beside Daisy, clearly not intending to argue with her. "Four-Eyes analyzed some of the ingredients. Sleekeazy's Hair Potion contains Barbados Rubber, Asian Dragon Hair, and Vaseline. Umbrella should be able to make something better very soon..." Hermione paused. "Speaking of which, this hair potion was invented by Harry's grandfather, Mr. Fleamont Potter. This best-selling product quadrupled the Potter Family's fortune. Luckily, after he retired, he sold the company for a huge profit, and the buyer doesn't get along with