Hogwarts Melon Eater ~

Sunday, February 5th, 1989, near noon, 8 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, England, Anna and Ginny were scrambled for lunch as usual, while Fred ate Ron while he wasn't paying attention. The dessert pudding, framed for George - smoothly sparked the seventh food war...  

"Hey hey hey!" Ron's close roommate, Anna's lovely younger brother, Ai Wen, with a noodle hanging on his face, slapped hard, he liked to watch the fun.

A small meatball happened to hit Harry's glasses who came in through the door.

"Oops!" he screamed, and Mr. Mighty got out of Harry's collar inappropriately and started to clean his nostrils, and the scene became chaotic.

Ginny joins the fight.

The food war intensified. The hot sauce and peas flew together, and the thick soup was the same color as the ceiling. Anna missed the opportunity. The chopsticks could not be faster than Ginny's little hands, and the fate of the last small meatball dipped in hot sauce was broken.

Fred won a big victory, and after leading the fight, he hid under the table to avoid the chaos.

"Clean up!"

The seventh food war ended again with Linna's smiling threat, and No. 8, Privet Drive, regained its short-lived calm.

"I'm going out to buy something and I'll bring you some delicious food back. During this period, stay home!" Ms. Lina instructed the group of bear children at home and closed the door.

"Yes--"

After finishing up the excitement, Anna sat by the fireplace with Snow in her arms. She didn't have enough to eat or drink. She listened to Ron's cursing and the twins complaining about each other.

"It's all your fault, my cleaning skills are almost at full level! I can become a qualified house elf at any time!" Ron lay on the sofa, feeling hopeless.

"Don't tell me, you already look like a house elf," George tried to grab the remote control from Fred's hand, "Hey! We're going to watch football this afternoon!"

"That's because I forgot there was a talk show today..." Fred raised the remote control flexibly.

"Pink Panther! Pink Panther!" Ai Wen patted the pillow, clamoring to watch a children's show.

"Hey! I haven't read the weather forecast yet!" Ron jumped up from the sofa and joined the battle for the good-looking weather forecaster.

Anna looked away, looked at Ginny who was happy, and Harry who was silly. Looking down, she saw Harry's socks, which were still the handmade socks Ginny gave them.

Noticing Anna's hesitant gaze, Harry hurriedly explained, "I wash it every day, and then use the dryer to dry it..." Harry scratched his head, "If you don't do this, the weather won't dry. …”

"I also helped Aunt Petunia to dry the clothes together, and she didn't say anything about the **** expression on her face, and screamed 'Harry? Are you drying clothes at home?!' than seeing me using Magic is still shocking!"

"Like I've never seen me doing housework, I really don't know who made the fried eggs they eat every morning..." Harry pouted.

He paused, then smiled, "But it's worth mentioning that Aunt Petunia's family won't ask me questions when I get home now, they think it's helpful for me to stay with you. For me to be a normal Muggle..."

Anna showed a motherly smile.

"The boxing coach you found for Dudley is really good," Harry nodded vigorously. "Dudley comes back exhausted every day, sometimes with a bruised nose and a bruised face, and falls asleep on the bed. He has no time to bully me!"

"But I'm just afraid that if he's trained, maybe ten of me won't be enough for him to beat..." Harry became worried again.

"I won't let such a thing happen!" Ginny patted her chest, "No one can hurt Harry Potter!"

"Thank you Ginny!" Harry hugged Ginny. "You're such a solid friend!" He ended the hug quickly, not paying attention to Ginny's near-crash, and hurriedly joined the boys in their fight over the TV remote— —

"I thought you would watch 'TalentContest', a very interesting variety show. Some people's talents are more amazing than magic!"

A few people were laughing and fighting. The remote control seemed to have become a golden snitch. It didn't matter what channel you were watching. Taking the remote control in your hand was called victory.

The TV is constantly changing channels, 'beautiful mother tells you how to cook', 'handsome uncle teaches you how to fish easily', 'why does the octogenarian cry in the middle of the night', ''Welcome to the art gallery '…

"... Next is a group of children's programs arranged for the party. First, they will perform - Shi Feng's Harvest Speed ​​Algorithm..." The beautiful words came from the TV.

The living room quieted down, "Huh?" Ron was the first to react, "Isn't this the language Anna sometimes speaks?"

"What's this?" Fred hid the remote control and coughed. He looked at the sign in the upper left corner, which was the smiling Q-shaped head of the old wizard, "Why have I never seen this channel before?"

"There are so many channels you haven't watched!" Ron tried to move Fred's **** to find the remote.

George scratched his head, "What is this lady talking about?"

"Wait!" Anna yelled, what did she realize, this... this is the Spring Festival Gala? ! She stood up abruptly, ran back to the room upstairs, and found the perpetual calendar under a pile of assorted magic books.

right! Today is New Year's Eve!

A group of little wizards downstairs have been attracted by the show.

"What are they talking about?" Ginny knocked on the TV, as if she thought that knocking on the TV would translate Chinese into English.

"I don't know, it seems to be playing a...game?" Harry also tapped on the small TV.

Anna ran down, her face full of excitement, "They are doing math problems, mental arithmetic, God! Sister Ju Ping! Still such a young sister Ju Ping!"

Anna's eyes lit up with excitement, "This is the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala! It must be a live broadcast! The time difference between the UK and China is nearly eight hours - it's about eight or nine o'clock in the evening over there!"

"Spring Festival?" Fred looked at Anna's excited face, "I remember you said...you want to make dumplings, eat glutinous rice balls...and get red envelopes or something..."

"Yes! And get together to watch the Spring Festival Gala!" Although no relatives could watch the Spring Festival Gala with Anna before, she would still stand alone in front of the huge TV screen, waiting for the countdown to end and the fireworks to explode.

"I've always," Anna felt a little embarrassed and felt a little naive, but this wish has existed for a long time, "I've always wanted to watch the Spring Festival Gala with my family and friends...but I never got the chance..."

There was silence for a moment, and the Gryffindors in the room patted their chests, "Then let's come to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Since it's time to watch the Spring Festival Gala, then... by the way for a new year?" Anna suggested.

The crowd began to act.

Ginny took out Coke from the refrigerator and poured it for everyone. Then she went to the kitchen to make popcorn, and by the way, she closed the curtains to create a nighttime atmosphere.

Ai Wen helped Anna to cut the blessing characters, and then watched Anna use the Copy Spell to make a bunch of blessing characters. Harry and Ron were arguing all over the room to paste the blessing characters.

Fred and George went upstairs and changed into red sweaters. They found the colorful lights from somewhere and went to decorate the garden. The cat Snow looked around, like an acceptance leader, instructing everyone to complete the process. respective work.

"Huh—" After finishing everything, everyone went back to the small TV by the fireplace. Not long after they sat down, Lina came back, and brought back an old man whom no one knew.

"My dears, why did you put up colorful lights outside in the middle of the day?" Lina scratched her head, "Fortunately, you didn't make the house too messy..."

She looked at the 'New Year' decorations in the room~www.mtlnovel.com~ um...it's quite warm...well," Linna invited the old man to come in and introduce to everyone, "this is me on the way. I met Mr. Bo, my car broke down halfway, thanks to the kind-hearted Chinese Mr. Bo I was able to come back so quickly—"

Lianna pointed to the black car parked outside, "So I invited him to have afternoon tea."

"Hello, Mr. Bo!" Anna greeted the Asian-looking Mr. Bo.

"Mr. Bo, aren't you going to watch the Spring Festival Gala with your family?" Anna held up a cola, a little puzzled.

"What?" Mr. Bo reacted for a second, "Oh! Yes, er... They are already watching, I can watch it here..."

Anna frowned. Isn't this Spring Festival Gala fun to watch with her family... Forget it, maybe he has his own difficulties, "Come and sit here, Mr. Bo!"

Mr. Bo sat on the sofa with a smile and joined the children's team, Lianna opened the cloth bag in her hand, "Children, I'm sorry there are no donuts today, my car broke down in Chinatown, so I just I went there and bought some dumplings and steamed buns…”

"Mr. Bo said the dumplings there are very delicious," Linna took out a box of fragrant dumplings, "Then let's try it!"

England, the magical world, a large number of people gathered in front of the TV, coke, popcorn, eating dumplings, watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Anna felt like she was dreaming.

Fireworks exploded on the TV.

"Are we going to say something at this time?" Ron held Coke in one hand and dumplings in the other.

Anna laughed, "At this time, we have to raise the cup..."

"Happy New Year!"

In the new year, everything goes well.

Chapter end