Hermione's New Hobby

Visiting other people's homes quickly became a habit for Luna.

She sat down at one side of the small table and successfully secured her spot at the Bobocha.

However, Luna wasn't there to study; she spent most of her time reading "The Quibbler."

She would often lie on the table, clearly asleep, but insisted it was advanced meditation, Ravenclaw tradition, that could enhance wisdom.

Ravenclaw is turning in his grave.

Luna would occasionally wander around William's house like a ghost, trying to find the hidden Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

She still believed that William received the Order of Merlin because of this discovery.

Everyone is growing, just at different rates.

Young children, in particular, will put their heart and soul into something once they've set their sights on it.

Compared to Luna's habit of visiting others, Hermione has recently become obsessed with cooking.

In her words, "William, I want to learn to cook!"

Hermione's appearance wasn't as miserable as Mitsui's, nor was she as devoted to playing basketball as he was, but it was still a good start.

William has always believed that dreams should be encouraged.

So almost every morning in his little house, the crisp sound of bowls being smashed would begin the day.

If it weren't for "Reparo," given Hermione's speed in smashing plates, it probably wouldn't have taken her more than a week for William to declare bankruptcy.

Hermione's brilliant mind is not so useful when it comes to cooking; she's practically clumsy.

But she was also incredibly persistent, so the ingredients William had stored in the pantry were quickly being used up, becoming tools for her to practice.

In the morning, Hermione appeared in the kitchen on time, wearing the same apron as William. She looked at the recipe while fiddling with a small scale.

Hermione hummed a song as she weighed the ingredients according to the recipe.

"300 grams of chicken, 300 grams of onion, 3 tablespoons of butter, 3 tablespoons of flour... wait, how big is 3 tablespoons?"

Hermione's gaze swept over the three spoons of different sizes on the shelf.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally compromised and chose the middle option.

After preparing breakfast, Hermione stood at the top of the stairs and called out, "William, Anne, Bobocha, come down for breakfast!"

William came down from his study on the third floor and sat down at the dining table.

"This Oxford orange marmalade sandwich was made exactly according to your instructions. This Scotland curry chicken soup was made according to the recipe. Would you like to try it?"

Under Hermione's expectant gaze, William picked up the spoon.

He scooped up a mouthful of chicken soup, held it in his mouth, and swallowed gently. After a moment, he covered his throat and said with difficulty, "It's delicious, but there's... a bit too much cream and honey... too sweet... watery!"

Hermione quickly poured William water and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

Wait a minute... William suddenly realized something: wouldn't such a sweet taste temporarily impair his sense of taste?

While I'm currently suffering from loss of taste, wouldn't it be much less painful to just swallow Oxford orange peel jam sandwich whole?!

Genius!

Bobocha cautiously stretched out its paw and scooped up a charred corn sausage from its dish.

It tasted it, immediately bristled, spat it out with a "pui!", rolled its eyes, its four legs stiffened, and it collapsed to the ground.

William's hand, holding the Oxford orange peel and marmalade sandwich, froze.

Damn it, he's afraid of dying!

"Bobocha, what's with this reaction? Playing dead?" Hermione tugged at Bobocha's tail in annoyance.

"Hey, where's Anne? Didn't she eat breakfast?"

"She sneaked out the window and went to Luna's house before dawn, saying she'd eat breakfast there," William explained.

Taking advantage of the moment the two were chatting, Bobocha quickly stood up, let go of her claws, and ran away.

Once Bobocha had run far away, Hermione sighed deeply.

She stretched out her legs, her arms hanging limply at her sides, and leaned forward, resting half of her face on the table, her gaze directed towards the window.

"Damn it! It's the same method, the same amount of ingredients, so why does it taste so weird?"

William didn't run away. He lifted Hermione's chin and gently turned her face to him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the girl wasn't crying.

William ran his fingers through Hermione's messy brown curls, patted the girl's head, and whispered comfortingly:

"Hermione, it's not your fault. United Kingdom food has never been very good."

Don't ask, the answer is that United Kingdom food is all terrible!

It has nothing to do with Hermione!

Hermione snatched the jam sandwich from William's hand, took a hateful bite, her cheeks puffed out, dimples bulging, and mumbled angrily:

"Don't try to comfort me, I know it tastes awful..."

"No, I didn't." William took the half-eaten sandwich from Hermione, took a bite, and swallowed it without even chewing.

After he finished eating in a few bites, he flicked her smooth forehead with his finger and laughed, "Disgusting? Who said it was disgusting? Step forward, and I'll teach her a lesson!"

If you dare complain about your cooking, wait until Anne gets back, I'll turn her into a cat!

Bobocha snacks should also be stopped!

Hermione smiled, her eyes narrowing and the corners of her mouth curving upwards, her smile especially gentle.

She revealed two dimples.

After finishing their meal, the two went to the basement.

William and Hermione stood facing each other.

"The most important thing about spellcasting is skill in casting, and then accuracy."

"You've mastered a few spells now, enough to fight against your peers, but if you want to face a more powerful dark wizard, your skills are far from sufficient."

William patiently instructed Hermione, and the girl listened attentively, preparing to record the lessons in her diary after the training was over.

Hermione kept a diary where she would write down what William said and then ponder it repeatedly.

Actually, William wanted to create a Pensieve, something that could preserve memories so that Hermione could learn from his battles.

That's firsthand information.

Your next goal is to accurately hit these balloons.

William waved his wand, and a row of balloons flew out.

Hermione swung her wand, and a beam of red light shot out, but it went way off course and smashed directly into the wall.

William shrugged. What good is a powerful spell if it can't hit its target?

Even if William stood still, Hermione might not be able to aim accurately and hit him.

But there are no shortcuts in combat; it requires constant training.

Even if one memorizes a whole bunch of spells and can cast them in private, it's just a bunch of fancy but ultimately useless moves. In a real fight, it's a death sentence.

William taught in almost the same way that Professor Flitwick taught him.

In addition, there was the experience he gained from constantly fighting professors like Dumbledore and Snape in time loops.

However, William didn't want Hermione to lift weights excessively; what kind of girl would she be if she built up a muscular physique?

William prefers cute and gentle girls.

(Thanks to "Feng Ling Fifteen", "hen*

(Donations from the two big shots, "Vampire Earl")