Chapter 164: Rove's Salted Pork Knuckle

The last ray of sunlight sank into the west, the gray day turned into night, and the Forbidden Forest fell into deep darkness.

Hermione held her wand and paced back and forth on the ground covered with thick fallen leaves, muttering to herself.

"Guard safely... Protect everyone... Close your ears and plug your ears..."

The air around her trembled slightly, and a wave of heat soon appeared above the open space.

After casting defensive magic, Hermione returned to the temporary shelter. She sat on a stone and added a few pieces of firewood to the campfire.

On the flame, there was a small pot conjured by magic, in which acorns crushed into a lake were boiled.

Hermione picked up the pot, cooled it a little, scooped a mouthful of what could barely be called acorn porridge, and put it into her mouth.

But the thing was so bitter that she could hardly swallow it. After only two bites, the girl stopped eating and looked a little like she wanted to vomit.

Hermione put down the pot and looked at the flame with a complicated expression.

As a "know-it-all", she always felt that it was not difficult to survive alone in the wild.

Hermione did have enough theoretical knowledge. She knew how to choose a camp, how to build a shelter, and what magic to cast to protect her safety. She also knew which plants were edible and which were not...

But when it came to the actual operation, the shelter was leaky, and she couldn't catch wild animals.

Yes, it was the first time that Hermione found hunting so difficult. She bent down and walked forward. She was 30 meters away. 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.

After finally catching a pheasant, Hermione burned it, and the acorn porridge she cooked was even harder to swallow.

On weekdays, when Hermione saw Rolf doing these things, they seemed simple, but when she did it, she was in a mess. This was not right, and that was not right!

Hermione was lying in the shelter with a golden egg in her arms. She would go to the nearby volcano to look for dragon crystal tomorrow morning.

I hope to meet Rolf or Shirley and ask them to help me cook a good meal, otherwise she might be too hungry to even have the strength to deal with magical creatures.

Hermione sighed softly and touched her rumbling stomach. At this moment, she missed Rolf and Shirley very much.

Especially missed the roast chicken made by Rolf... I want to eat it so much!

Harry, who was far away in another corner of the Forbidden Forest, was also very hungry. Not only was he hungry, but he also had a stomachache.

The reason was that he picked a few fruits that looked like small tomatoes to fill his stomach. When he ate them, they tasted really good, but after eating them, he started to have diarrhea.

After the diarrhea ended, Harry was still cold all over, but he didn't dare to make a fire to keep warm, because when he came to the Forbidden Forest for class some time ago, Moody had sternly warned everyone:

"The Forbidden Forest is not as empty as you think. You can't imagine what light will attract from the darkness..."

In order to ensure safety, Harry even rode the Firebolt directly, suspended in the air, and planned to sleep like this.

But the cramps in his abdomen came again. Harry resisted and twisted into a ball. He clamped the Firebolt with his legs and hurried back to the ground.

He had just taken off his pants when he heard another long sound from his lower body. His keen sense of smell told him that this time, in addition to the smell of excrement, there was also blood.

Ron, who was lying on the top of a mountain, was in the same predicament as Harry.

After being captured by the Thunderbird, he thought he was going to die, but he was attacked by the Exploding Scale Dragon halfway.

The good news was that the Thunderbird could not take care of Ron during the battle between the two magical creatures, so it threw him down and landed on the top of a mountain, luckily saving his life.

The bad news was that there was no way down, and Ron had no rescue bullets, so he was trapped on the top of the mountain.

Ron endured the whole day and did not dare to sleep at night because the top of the mountain was not large and the ground was tilted to one side.

Ron did not dare to close his eyes, fearing that he would roll off the cliff while sleeping.

Compared with everyone else, Rolf, who came to his "faithful" back garden, seemed much more relaxed and comfortable.

At this time, he was sitting by the campfire, gently rotating the barbecue grill.

A wild duck was skewered on the barbecue fork, and its golden and wrinkled skin was sizzling with oil, exuding a mouthful of aroma.

Rove tore off a duck leg and handed it to the ponytail girl Shirley, reminding her: "Be careful of the heat."

Hungry Shirley hummed, took the fragrant duck leg, blew it gently, then lowered her head and took a bite. She smiled brightly and said: "Delicious!"

Rove smiled, also tore off a piece of golden and greasy duck leg, chewing it slowly and tasting it.

After the two of them finished the wild duck, they sat by the fire and drank a cup of pine nut tea, but the taste was average, so they just took it as a happy occasion.

After drinking tea, Shirley went to boil hot water for tonight's washing, and Rove took out the dragon egg of the rock thief dragon to repair it.

He didn't bring the bone spirit, so he could only disinfect the dragon egg with magic potion first, and then stick the magic tape on it.

Shirley quickly boiled water and called out Rolf's name. He sighed, put down the dragon egg, stood up and walked towards the river.

Shirley boiled a large pot of hot water, and steam rose around. After Rolf took water to wash, he sat by the river with Shirley to soak his feet in hot water.

The night was surprisingly quiet. The stars surrounded the moon, hanging high in the dark sky. The moonlight rippled on the river. The north wind blew, and the waves rippled, like playful children chasing each other.

At this moment, Shirley felt that the whole world was left with only her and Rolf. She looked into the distance, lost in thought, and murmured:

"It's so beautiful."

"Yes." Luo Fei held the back of his head with his hands, leaned against the back of the chair, stretched out his legs, and placed his feet in a basin filled with hot water.

Shirley suddenly looked at Luo Fe with wide eyes, and he asked with confusion on his face: "What's wrong?"

"You...what are you doing?"

"Soak your feet!"

Shirley bit her thin lips, her pretty face flushed and said, "Then why don't you put your feet in your own basin?"

"The water in my basin is too hot." Luofu rubbed his toes on the ponytail girl's white insteps, feeling a soft and tender feeling on her feet. He said with a smile:

"It's not as comfortable as the water in your basin!"

Luofu used his own feet to gently play with Shirley's slender feet. The girl's cheeks seemed to be filled with morning glow, making her more charming.

Shirley was so provoked that her whole body went limp, so she had no choice but to lift her foot and gently step on the boy's instep, trying to suppress this dishonest guy.

Perhaps she felt that one foot was not strong enough, so she stepped on Luo Fu's instep with both feet. She smiled, showing a charming and charming look.

The two started a "water fight" with their feet. After a basin of water was cleaned, it was replaced with Luo Fu's basin of "scalding" water.

After playing around for a while, Shirley rested her head on the boy's shoulder and whispered, "Rolph, I'm sleepy."

Luofu hummed softly, stood up and stood in the basin, bent down and picked up Shirley.

The girl with the ponytail's little feet, which are as translucent as cardamom, are suspended in mid-air, with the insteps slightly raised, and the feet are like crescent moons, with water drops dripping from the toes into the basin.

Luofu snapped his fingers, and the water droplets immediately evaporated. He held Shirley in his arms and flew towards the shelter.

In the shelter, there was a wooden bed conjured by transfiguration. Rolf carried Shirley to the bed and helped her untie her ponytail. The red hair on her head was like a waterfall, scattered on her shoulders.

Shirley raised her head and kissed Luo Fe's cheek gently, then lay on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Rolf gently covered her with the blanket and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, the corners of Shirley's mouth curled up slightly. She stretched out her arms to hug him and rested her head on his chest.

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