Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

The sky darkened and the temperature plummeted.

When Qin Yu and Hermione went downstairs, they saw Mr. Granger carrying chopped firewood into the house from outside, and there was already a large pile in front of the fireplace.

Upon seeing this, Qin Yu quickly went over to help; he certainly had that much sense.

Once enough firewood was available, Mr. Granger squatted down to start a fire, while Qin Yu watched and learned the techniques.

“I suppose starting a fire should be easy for you. I mean, you just need to cast a ‘fireball’ spell, right?” Mr. Granger said to Qin Yu as he placed firewood into the firebox.

The latter smiled upon hearing this, without saying that there was no magic like "fireball," but simply nodded and replied, "More or less."

After all, in form, the Incendio spell can indeed release a ball of flame, achieving the effect of the "fireball spell" in Muggle literature.

The firewood was stacked on top of each other, arranged from coarseest to finest.

Mr. Granger explained that this was called the grid arrangement method. Qin Yu then told him that their arrangement resembled the Eastern character "井" (well), and wrote the character on the ground with a thin piece of wood. This prompted Mr. Granger to sigh and say that pictographs were indeed a very lifelike art form. He carefully memorized the character, wondering who he was going to show it off to in the future.

"After the firewood is arranged, you will need these wax ignition blocks. Two are enough. Place one in the middle of the pile and the other at the top. Light the top one first, then the bottom one."

As Mr. Granger spoke, he pulled a long-handled match from the matchbox, struck it with a "sizzle," then lit the ignition piece at the top before tossing the still-burning match into the middle of the firewood.

Soon, a roaring fire broke out in the fireplace, the flames illuminating the two faces close to the fireplace, and the room gradually warmed up.

“Look, humans have mastered the use of fire; isn’t that a kind of magic?” Mr. Granger said with a tone of pride and awe.

“That’s right, humanity is great, and that’s a kind of magical power.” Qin Yu expressed his agreement sincerely.

He knew that Mr. Granger was subconsciously trying to bridge the gap between himself, his daughter, and Qin Yu, but Qin Yu didn't find it strange at all.

This is probably similar to the phenomenon he witnessed in his previous life—elderly parents spend their days forwarding various articles and videos to their children on WeChat to show that they are not out of touch with society, especially with their own children.

But in reality, the distance between them is getting farther and farther, and this kind of separation is a very common thing for many lives.

However, while ordinary parents and children drift apart over time in a relatively slow process, the Grangers faced this chasm between reality and magic when their daughter turned eleven. This was more sudden, and they were perhaps not as prepared as they had imagined...

Qin Yu tried to understand their feelings, but he also knew deeply that he was powerless to change them.

Therefore, in a sense, the power to transcend the mundane is also a curse to transcend the mundane—to obtain it means to gradually distance oneself from the world in which ordinary people live, which is something that is difficult to avoid, regardless of whether you like it or not.

Thinking of this, he looked towards the kitchen. Hermione had just said she was going to help her mother prepare dinner, and now, Mrs. Granger said something, and Hermione immediately responded anxiously, waving her arms and gesturing in various ways.

Perhaps noticing Qin Yu's gaze, Hermione turned to look at him, widening her eyes and glaring at him as if to deliver a warning.

Qin Yu shrugged and gave an "OK" sign, though he had no idea what kind of warning he had been given.

Seeing the girl visibly relieved, Qin Yu shook his head inwardly, no longer dwelling on the distance or the chasm.

Why worry so much? I'm not some inspirational blogger.

……

As the temperature dropped further and further, it finally started to snow when night fell completely.

At first, there weren't many snowflakes, just a few drifting down from the sky. But as they drifted, they became more and more abundant, and the entire world under the night sky began to turn gray. It was as if the snowflakes had absorbed all the sounds of the world, and the surroundings became quiet, with only the soft rustling of the falling snow remaining.

Qin Yu helped Mr. Granger start the fire in the fireplace, which made the room very warm.

Perhaps to welcome the two children home, dinner tonight was quite sumptuous.

The group sat around the dining table, eating and chatting, mainly discussing how to spend Christmas.

Mrs. Granger asked everyone what they wanted to eat in order to prepare the Christmas dinner. She then received a menu that was similar to last year's. After all, Christmas is more about the family getting together, so what they eat doesn't need to change much.

However, Hermione still suggested that Qin should cook a dish; she specifically requested a delicious noodle soup that could be used as a main course for the Christmas dinner.

"No problem, I'll try something different this time. I'll stew pork and spices into a soup and then pour it over the cooked noodles." Qin Yu didn't refuse and even planned to try pork sauce noodles.

The simple description alone made Hermione swallow hard, and Mr. and Mrs. Granger also expressed great anticipation. As for why this Eastern boy had lost some of his memories but still remembered how to cook, it could probably only be attributed to the fact that the memory of food is ingrained in human instinct.

……

When it was time to go to sleep, the snow still hadn't stopped, and it might continue to snow all night.

Qin Yu lay on his small bed, looking at the sloping roof of the attic. He could almost feel the snow piling up on it, getting thicker and thicker, and he could almost hear the creaking of the beams under the weight.

Just as he was worrying that the roof might collapse under the weight of the snow, his door creaked open.

A girl in pink pajamas tiptoed up the stairs.

Just as Qin Yu was about to get up, the girl had already lifted his blanket and nimbly slipped inside.

As the girl got into bed, she whispered, "Don't be afraid, Mom and Dad are already asleep."

"..."

So you know I'm afraid of your parents?

Qin Yu was speechless for a moment.

However, Qin prided himself on being a virtuous gentleman who could remain unmoved even with a woman in his lap, so he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Even if I feel a little guilty, it's not much.

"It's so cold~"

Hermione's voice trembled as she spoke, and her teeth chattered several times.

Qin Yu quickly tucked the blanket in and held the girl tightly in his arms.

As the heat was transferred, Hermione quickly stopped trembling and started giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Yu asked, looking down.

"I don't know!" the girl answered decisively, and snuggled closer to him, as if afraid that the blanket wouldn't cover them both and that the heat would escape.

Then, the two started chatting casually.

Sometimes we talk about what Hogwarts is like now, sometimes about the Christmas markets in London, or how thick the snow is in the attic and how we need to clean it up tomorrow.

"I feel like my parents are acting strange this time I came back. I mean, the way they talk to me... but I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong with them," Hermione said suddenly, looking quite worried.

“Hmm… After being apart for so long, everyone has changed, including you, me, Uncle Granger and Auntie. Since everyone has changed, when we meet again, we must find a more suitable way to get along.” Qin Yu said slowly after a moment of contemplation.

"Is that right?"

"Of course, just like when I came back last Christmas, didn't you act like you didn't recognize me? You just stood there, frozen in place."

"What do you mean? Well, it was a bit cold at the time, and my joints were frozen, yes, frozen!"

“Miss Granger, that’s a very reasonable reason.”

"If you don't believe me, touch my knee; it's frozen solid right now!"

"Okay, stop moving your hands..."

"Ok?"

"A cold wind is blowing in."

"Okay, I understand."

"..."

"Let's talk about something else, something else, to distract you."

"...What are you talking about? Don't say such strange things!"

"I've studied it~"

"There's no need to be so studious, and it's not what you think."

"Mmm, let's talk about something else~"

"..."

The heavy snow continued to fall, and the roof creaked under the weight of the snow. The two people in bed were talking quietly about nothing in particular. Sometime later, their voices stopped, and after some time, the snow outside also stopped.