"It turned out that the car-like luggage was a bit inconvenient, so I changed to a convenient one." Mr. Granger opened the back door of the car and sent the two people's suitcases inside.

Then, the three of them embarked on a journey home.

After Mr. Granger walked through his small garden and opened the door of the house, there was a scent of baked flour and butter coming from the house.

"Mom must be baking cakes!" Hermione rushed into the room excitedly, she put Crookshanks on the ground, quickly unzipped the boots, threw the two boots off, and kicked on. rushed to the kitchen.

Tom, who was left behind, helped her arrange the shoes with a wry smile on his face, and by the way comforted the nervous Crookshanks who had just arrived.

Speaking of which, it was the first time for Crookshanks to come to Granger's house. It huddled up nervously, its small eyes rolling around. When Tom's hand reached its abdomen, it stretched out its claws subconsciously. But when he saw that it was Tom, he relaxed again.

In Tom's arms, Crookshanks settled down, staring at the surrounding environment with wide eyes.

"Minmin!" After Hermione ran into the kitchen, Mrs. Granger gave her a hug, kissed her on the forehead, and held her face for a while after the kiss.

"The skin has become better, and my Minmin has become more beautiful again." Mrs. Granger smiled happily.

"Mom—" Hermione got rid of her mother's control, and stretched her head to look at the stove, "What delicious food have you prepared today?"

"Little greedy cat~" Mother Hermione poked the tip of Hermione's nose, "The cake is about to be baked, I'll spread butter on it later, and put some flowers on it, and it's done."

Mrs. Granger's baking skills are very good, and the bag of small cakes that she made at the beginning made Tom especially fond of memory.

Of course, a Christmas dinner can't be all about cake. A pot of beef goulash in red wine is still stewing on the gas stove in the kitchen, and the salad on the chopping board is ready, just need to sprinkle some seasoning and mix it. There are not only cake embryos in the oven, but also a large plate of finger biscuits. The turkey, sausage, and pork chops in the refrigerator were lying there obediently in line.

"By the way, Minmin, help me take out the stake cake from the refrigerator."

Stake cake is a cake that looks like a stake, which is a traditional British delicacy. A long time ago, when Christmas came, people would go to the woods to cut down a lot of wood, take it home and fill it in the fireplace, so that the stove could keep burning continuously for 12 days from Christmas Eve. After entering the modern society, logging is no longer very realistic, and the way to celebrate instead is to eat this Christmas wood-shaped cake.

This cake was custom-made by Mr. Granger from a cake shop in advance.

Parents used to ask their children to help with kitchen chores anywhere, and the Grangers were no exception. After the joy of seeing her for the first time faded, Hermother began to command Hermione skillfully.

Hermione walked to the door of the refrigerator, and as soon as she opened it, she saw a figure like a hill lying there.

Hermione: ...

"Mom, we're going to eat turkey again this year..." Hermione looked at the pile of meat with a desperate expression.

"Of course, this is a tradition!" Mrs. Granger said proudly, "This time I learned from my experience and marinated the turkey in advance."

"What kind of tradition is this!" Hermione complained. She knew from reading that turkey was introduced to England in the sixteenth century, and it was considered an imported product. How could it be called a tradition? Looking at her mother's proud face of the old London Union Jack and thinking that the bad taste of the turkey and the food for the next week were related to turkey, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore, and opened her mouth to refute.

The result was that Her Mama knocked her on the head.

"Isn't there Tom this year? With an extra mouth, the turkey must be eaten faster than before." After beating, He Ma comforted her precious daughter again.

Hermione was lost in thought.

Why? It seems true, Tom should like to eat turkey, right? If he doesn't like it, you can persuade him and reason with him. Hermione believed that when she had reasoned, Tom would like turkey.

If it doesn’t work, you can turn Tom into a magical animal and then eat it—the three-headed dog is pretty good, and it’s very edible at first glance.

After Hermione figured it out, her mood improved, and she continued to work happily in the kitchen.

When night fell, Mrs. Granger had already prepared a sumptuous Christmas dinner. The red turkey, the sizzling barbecue, and a few black stake-like things beside the white Christmas cake are the stake cakes prepared in advance. In addition, beef stew in red wine and chicken curry were also placed on the table.

"Plenty!" Mr. Granger was very happy looking at this big table of food. He opened a bottle of champagne and took out a beer.

After a short prayer, Christmas dinner began.

Her mother held a table knife and divided the turkey meat for everyone. Her mother and her daughter got the chicken leg, Tom got part of the chicken wing, and Mr. Granger got a big piece of chicken breast.

Perhaps because she knows the taste of turkey, He Ma also made a little optimization for the turkey this year: she brushed the turkey with sauce in advance, so that the flavor can penetrate into the chicken as much as possible, and stuffed it into the chicken belly when roasting. Fillings such as carrots, celery, onions, chestnuts, sage, etc., make the roasted turkey fragrant. He Ma patiently cut the meat into small pieces when dividing the meat, and poured some barbecue sauce on it.

The chicken processed through such complicated steps tastes a lot better. Although there is still some firewood, it is still not bad.

"Hey, the turkey is well done this time," Mr. Granger put a piece of chicken breast into his mouth, chewed it, and his eyes lit up.

"Then eat more," He Ma added another spoonful of meat to his plate.

The dinner party proceeded in an orderly manner. The family talked and laughed while enjoying the food.

"Minmin, tell me about your life at Hogwarts recently? How are you doing? How are you getting along with your classmates?" Mr. Granger opened a third bottle of beer and asked enthusiastically ~lightnovelpub.net~ I remember that you signed up for a lot of classes this year, can you still keep up? "

"Of course," Hermione raised her chin, her small face was full of complacency, "it's just that I'm a little busy every day, but fortunately, Professor McGonagall has applied for a time-turner for us."

"Time-Turner?"

…

Everyone was in good spirits, even Tom had a little champagne and a few beers along. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we were full of wine and food and had nothing to talk about.

"It's so late," Mr. Granger glanced at the clock in a daze, "it's time to go to bed..."

"Yeah," Hermione stood up and took away the leftovers on the table, while Hermione walked up to the second floor, ready to take a shower.

Tom stood up after him. He remembered that his bedroom was also on the second floor, but before he could leave the dining table, Mr. Granger grabbed him.

"Today we... chatted so happily! Come on, let's go back to the bedroom together - continue chatting..."