The last ray of sunlight sank in the western sky, the gray day turned into night, and the Forbidden Forest fell into deep darkness.
Hermione held up her wand and paced back and forth on the ground covered with thick leaves, mumbling something.
"Stay safe...protect everyone...close your ears and listen..."
The surrounding air trembled slightly, and a stream of hot air soon appeared above the open space.
After casting the defensive magic, Hermione returned to the temporary shelter. She sat on a stone and added a few pieces of firewood to the campfire.
Above the flames, there was also a small pot conjured by magic, in which boiled acorns crushed into a lake.
Hermione took out the jar, cooled it slightly, scooped out a mouthful of what was barely called acorn porridge, and put it into her mouth.
But the food was so bitter that she could hardly swallow it. After only two mouthfuls, the girl stopped eating and felt a little like vomiting.
Hermione put down the jar and looked at the flames with a complicated expression.
As a "jack of all trades", she always feels that surviving alone in the wild is not difficult.
Hermione does have sufficient theoretical knowledge. She knows how to choose a camp, how to build a shelter, what magic should be released to protect her own safety, and she also knows which plants can be eaten and which cannot be eaten...
But when it came to actual operation, the shelter was built with air leakage from all sides and could not catch wild animals.
Yes, this was the first time Hermione discovered that hunting was so difficult. She bent down and walked forward, with a distance of thirty meters, and just when she was about to raise her wand, the group of animals ran away vigilantly.
The fishing was also ineffective. She worked hard for half an hour and didn't even catch a loach.
After finally catching a pheasant, Hermione got it burnt, and the acorn porridge she cooked was even more inedible.
When Hermione saw Rolf doing these things on weekdays, it seemed simple to Hermione, but when it came to her, she was in a hurry. This was wrong, and that was wrong!
Hermione was lying in the shelter holding a golden egg. She would go to the nearby volcano tomorrow morning to look for dragon crystals.
She hoped to meet Rolf or Shirley and ask them to make a good meal for her, otherwise she might be so hungry that she wouldn't even have the strength to deal with magical creatures.
Hermione sighed softly and touched her growling stomach. At this moment, she missed Rolf and Shirley extremely.
Especially I miss Luo Fu’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, he also had a stomachache.
The reason was 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, he started to suffer from diarrhea.
After the diarrhea ended, Harry was still cold all over, but he did not dare to light 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 cannot imagine what light will attract from darkness..."
In order to ensure safety, Harry even rode the Firebolt and hung it in mid-air, planning to sleep like this.
But the cramp in his abdomen struck again. Harry resisted and twisted into a ball, struggled to hold the Firebolt between his legs, and hurriedly returned to the ground.
He had just taken off his pants when he heard another loud sound from his lower body, and his keen sense of smell told him: this time, in addition to the smell of excrement, there was also blood.
Like Harry, Ron was lying on the top of a mountain.
After he was captured by the Thunderbird, he thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly he was attacked by a Explosive Scale Dragon on the way.
The good news is that while the two magical creatures were fighting, the Thunderbird ignored Ron and threw him down. He landed on the top of a mountain and luckily managed to save his life.
The bad news is that there is no way down, and Ron has no rescue bombs, so he is trapped on the top of the mountain.
Ron endured a hard day and didn't dare to sleep at night because the top of the mountain was not large and the ground sloped to one side.
Ron didn't dare to close his eyes for fear that he would fall off the cliff when he fell asleep.
Compared with others, Luo Fu seemed much more relaxed and comfortable when he came to his "faithful" back garden.
At this time, he was sitting by the campfire, gently rotating the barbecue grill.
A wild duck is pierced on the barbecue spit, its golden wrinkled skin is sizzling with oil, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.
Luofu tore off a duck leg and handed it to the ponytail girl Shirley, warning: "Be careful of burning it."
The hungry Shirley hummed, took the fragrant duck leg, blew gently, then lowered her head and took a bite. She said with a bright smile: "It's delicious!"
Luofu smiled and tore off a piece of golden and buttery duck leg, chewing it carefully and tasting it.
After the two of them got rid of the wild duck, they sat by the fire and drank a cup of pine nut tea, but the taste was average, so they regarded it as joy in suffering.
After drinking tea, Shirley went to boil hot water for washing tonight, while Luo Fu took out the rock thief dragon egg and repaired it.
He didn't bring a living bone spirit with him, so he could only use magic potion to disinfect the dragon eggs, and then put magic tape on them.
Shirley quickly boiled the water and called out Luo Fu's name. He said "Hey", put down the dragon egg, got up and walked towards the river.
Shirley heated up a large pot of hot water and steam was rising all around. After getting the water to wash up, Luo Fei and Shirley sat by the river and soaked their feet in the hot water.
The night was surprisingly quiet. The stars surrounded the moon and hung high in the dark sky. The moonlight shimmered on the river. The wind blew and the ripples rippled, like playing children chasing each other.
At this moment, Shirley felt that only she and Luo Fu were left in the whole world. She looked into the distance, lost in thought, and murmured:
"It's so beautiful."
"Yes." Luofu held the back of his head with both 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 Fu 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, and 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 hugged Shirley 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 Fu's cheek gently, then lay on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Luofu 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.
