Chapter 604 Rove's Salty Pig's Knuckle
The last ray of sunlight sank in the western sky, the gray day turned to night, and the Forbidden Forest fell into deep darkness.
Holding her wand, Hermione paced back and forth on the ground covered with thick fallen leaves, muttering something.
"Peace guarding... all protection... close your ears and listen..."
The surrounding air trembled slightly, and a gust of hot air soon appeared above the open space.
After casting the defensive spell, Hermione returned to the makeshift shelter, where she sat on a rock and added a few pieces of wood to the campfire.
Over the flames, there was also a small magically conjured pot of boiled crushed acorns into a paste.
Hermione pulled the jar out, and after cooling down a bit, she took a mouthful of what was barely called acorn porridge, and put it in her mouth.
But the stuff was so bitter that she could hardly swallow it, and after only two mouthfuls, the girl stopped eating, and she still felt a little nauseous.
Hermione put down the jar and looked at the flames with a complicated expression.
As a "know-it-all", she always feels that it is not difficult to survive alone in the wild.
Hermione's theoretical knowledge is indeed sufficient. She knows how to choose a camp, how to build a shelter, and what magic to release to protect her safety. She also knows which plants can be eaten and which ones cannot...
But when it comes to real practice, not to mention the air leaks on all sides of the shelter, and it can't catch wild animals.
Yes, it was the first time that Hermione discovered that hunting was so difficult. She bent forward, and with a distance of thirty meters, just as she was about to raise her wand, the group of animals ran away vigilantly.
Fishing was also ineffective. She was busy for half an hour and didn't even catch a loach.
Hermione got burnt when she managed to catch a pheasant, and the acorn porridge was unpalatable.
Seeing Rove doing these things on weekdays, Hermione thought it was so simple, but when she arrived, she was in a hurry. This is not right, and that is not okay!
Hermione was lying in the shelter with a golden egg in her arms. She went to the nearby volcano tomorrow morning to look for the dragon crystal.
I hope to meet Rove or Shirley and let them make a good meal for me, otherwise she may be so hungry that she doesn't even have the strength to deal with magical creatures.
Hermione sighed softly and touched her growling stomach. At this moment, she missed Rove and Shirley very much.
I especially miss Rove's roast chicken... I really want to eat it! !
Harry, who was far away in the other corner of the Forbidden Forest, was also very hungry. Not only was he hungry, but he also had a stomachache.
The reason is that he picked a few fruits that looked like small tomatoes to satisfy his hunger. When he ate them, they tasted really good, but after eating them, he started to have diarrhea.
After the diarrhea ended, Harry was still chilled all over, but he didn't dare to light a fire to keep warm, because Moody had sternly warned everyone when he came to the Forbidden Forest some time ago:
"The Forbidden Forest is not as empty as you thought, and you can't imagine what the light will attract from the darkness..."
In order to ensure safety, Harry even rode directly on the Firebolt and hung in mid-air, intending to sleep like this.
But the abdominal cramps came again, and Harry fought back to twist into a ball, his legs struggled to clamp the Firebolt, and hurried back to the ground.
He just took off his pants when he heard another long bang from his lower body, and his keen sense of smell told him: this time, besides the smell of excrement, there was also blood.
Like Harry, there is Ron lying on the top of a mountain.
After he was captured by the Thunderbird, he thought he was going to die, but he was attacked by the Explosive Scale Dragon on the way.
The good news is that when the two magical creatures were fighting, Thunderbird didn't care about Ron, so he threw him down, and landed on the top of a mountain, and managed to save his life.
The bad news is that there is no way down, and Ron has no emergency bombs, so he is trapped on the top of the mountain like this.
Ron worked hard all day, and at night he couldn't sleep, because the top of the mountain was not big and the ground sloped to one side.
Ron dared not close his eyes, for fear that he would fall off the cliff while sleeping.
Compared with everyone else, Rove, who came to his "faithful" back garden, seemed much more relaxed and comfortable.
Now he sat by the campfire, gently turning the spit.
A wild duck is worn on a spit, its golden wrinkled skin is sizzling with oil, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.
Rove tore off a duck leg, handed it to the girl with ponytails Shirley, and reminded: "Be careful."
The hungry Xueli gave a hum, took the fragrant duck leg, blew lightly, then lowered her head and took a bite. She said with a bright smile, "It's delicious!"
Rove smiled, and also tore off a piece of golden and oily duck leg, chewing and tasting it slowly.
After the two of them dealt with the wild duck, they sat by the fire and drank a cup of pine nut tea, but the taste was mediocre, so it was a joy in bitterness.
After drinking tea, Shirley went to boil the hot water for washing tonight, and Rove took out the rock thief egg to repair it.
He didn't bring the bone spirit, so he could only sterilize the dragon eggs with potion first, and then put magic tape on them.
Xue Li quickly boiled the water and called Rove's name. He let out a "hey", put down the dragon egg, got up and walked towards the river.
Shirley boiled a large pot of hot water, and the steam rose around her. After Rove took the water to wash, he and Shirley sat by the river to soak their feet in hot water.
The night is surprisingly quiet, the stars surround the moon, hanging high in the dark sky, the moonlight ripples on the river surface, the wind blows, and the ripples ripple, just like playing children chasing each other.
At this moment, Xueli felt that only she and Rove were left in the whole world. She looked into the distance, dazed, and murmured:
"It's so beautiful."
"Yes." Rove hugged the back of his head with his hands, leaned back against the back of the chair, stretched out his legs, and put his feet in the basin filled with hot water.
Xue Li suddenly stared at Rove with wide eyes, and he asked with a puzzled face, "What's wrong?"
"What... are you doing?"
"Soak your feet!"
Xue Li bit her slender lips, blushed slightly and said, "Then why don't you put your feet in your own basin?"
"The water in my basin is too hot." Rove stroked the ponytailed girl's white instep with his toes, and there was a piece of tenderness on the feet. He smiled and said:
"It's not as comfortable as the water in your basin!"
Rove used his own feet to gently play with Shirley's slender feet, and the girl's cheeks seemed to be covered with a morning glow, adding to her charm.
Xue Li was so weak from being teased, she had no choice but to lift her foot and lightly stepped on the boy's instep, trying to suppress this dishonest guy.
Perhaps because she felt that one foot was not strong enough, she stepped on Rove's instep with both feet. She smiled, revealing a charming and charming look.
The two had a "water fight" with their feet. After the pot of water was cleaned up, it was replaced with Rove's "hot" water.
After playing around for a while, Shirley leaned her head on the boy's shoulder, and whispered, "Rove, I'm sleepy."
Rove hummed lightly, got up and stood in the water basin, bent down and hugged Shirley.
The little feet of the girl with ponytails were as bright as cardamom, hanging in the air, the insteps were slightly raised, and the feet were like crescent moons, and water droplets dripped from the toes into the basin.
Rove snapped his fingers, and the water droplets evaporated immediately. He hugged Shirley and flew towards the shelter.
Inside the sanctuary, there was a wooden bed conjured up by transfiguration. Rove carried Shirley onto the bed and helped her untie her ponytail. Her red hair, like a waterfall, was scattered on her shoulders.
Shirley raised her head and gently kissed Rove's cheek, then lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Rove gently covered her with the blanket and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, the corners of Shirley's mouth curled up slightly, she reached out to hug him, and rested her head on his chest.
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