HP Systematic Seaver

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"No, he chose Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. Anyone who is really talented will study this. It seems that even if it is Muggle Studies, his grades are the same. It's really the Weasley family. One generation is not as good as the next. "

The wizards discussed for a while, but most still chose to continue queuing.Not everyone is chaste for the sake of purity like Blake.

Arthur stood on the side all the time, he was kicked out of the team, no one paid attention to him, the barbecue grill was not bought, and he was not even given the legendary grilled chicken wings.He had to keep standing.

When the morning came, little Sif felt his arm was better. He shook his arm slowly, and then walked to Dr. Phillips, who was working hard to demonstrate. At this time, the charcoal fire was dim, and he took out the matches.

"Wow wow wow." Arthur yelled and rushed over: "I have learned this in textbooks."

Arthur said, "This is a Muggle match."

Little Sev looked at him strangely, this person is really strange, isn't it just a match, does he need to use such a professional tone, as if he is talking about some rare and rare curio, and why he learned it from a textbook.

Little Sif struck a match.

Arthur was shocked again: "You are so powerful, you can strike a match."

Little Sif didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he waved his hand and took out a new box of matches and threw it to him.Then continue to deal with the wizards in line.

After a while, when little Sev remembered the weird red hair, he realized that the red hair squatted on the ground and struck a match in a serious manner. There were already a lot of matchsticks thrown around him. The red hair was sweating all over his face, focused struck a match.It's a pity that he couldn't do it, and most of them were broken by him without a spark.

Little Sif didn't know how to express the silence.

Suddenly the red hair struck a match, and with a puff, white smoke burst out.

The red-haired screamed in surprise and threw away the match.

Little Sif felt a little headache, this person must be different from others in terms of IQ.

He went over, took back the matchbox, and gave Arthur a lighter.Arthur pressed it as he signaled, and a steady flame rushed up immediately.

Arthur was very happy, he leaned over again and whispered, "Tell me secretly, is your thing a Muggle?"

Little Sif didn't answer, he didn't pay any attention to this older kid who seemed quite nervous.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon that day, and smoke was everywhere in the Quidditch camp, and barbecue dinners were held outside every wizard tent. Although many people used magic wands to ignite the fire and lost control, many tents were lost, but everyone knew magic. A clear water like a spring is enough, and soon the wizards have mastered the essentials. After eating half-baked or overcooked meat skewers, their faces are burnt, but the feeling of doing it by themselves is so refreshing, everyone is in good spirits .

Little Sif stood on the hillside outside the camp and watched the wizards barbecue. He folded his arms and asked Dr. Philip to move things expressionlessly, thinking about the benefits this time.

This time he earned a decent amount of money, and the little boy thought he'd better take a break.

At this time, he heard someone asking: "Little boy, I'm here to buy a barbecue."

Little Sev turned his head to look.

An old lady stood in front of him, looking at the grill in Dr. Philip's hand.

Little Sif looked at the old lady. For some reason, he felt that the old lady looked very kind. He looked at the gray hair of the old lady, the heavy cloak and wizard robes on her body, and he did not miss the tired and aging face of the old lady. , he suddenly felt that this business could not be done.

He shook his head, and then said: "Actually, grilling food is not good for the elderly."

The old lady didn't expect to get such an answer. She listened and looked at the little boy, then smiled slowly: "This is a good boy. My husband has never eaten barbecue before."

Little Sif shook his head: "This kind of food is really not suitable for the elderly, I don't plan to sell it to you."

When the old lady heard this answer, she looked at the little boy in surprise, and then she smiled again: "Little boy, you are such a good boy, my husband will definitely like it. Would you like to talk to our old man?"

Little Sif took a look at the camp. The wizards had already gone to barbecue. He had nothing to do, so he and the old lady walked slowly towards the tent in the distance.

They walked down the hill slowly. The old lady moved very slowly. Little Sev could clearly see that the old lady's face was old and tired, her long gray hair was dull, and she was still wearing a thick robe in summer, so he deliberately let the Slow down.

The old lady looked at the sensible child, and the smile on her face deepened. She herself could not have imagined that after so many years, she would smile at someone one day. She and this child had a strange feeling. I thought to myself, maybe if I like this child, her husband will like this child.She looked at the little boy silently, and walked slowly back to her tent.

When the two arrived, little Sif looked at the tent and reassured that the two old men were very weak, because the tent was tightly closed and the fire was burning, but it was very dim in broad daylight.

The old lady stopped in front of the tent, and she said: "I just want you to chat with our old man. My husband and I are no longer young. It is rare to see Quidditch, and it is rare to be so lively. Would you like to talk to us?" .”

Looking at the old lady and the dark tent behind him, little Sev felt sad, and he and his wife entered the tent.

The author has something to say: who can guess the plot, this is who will appear

☆, crooked conversation

That day, little Sif followed the strange lady into the tent. The interior space of the wizard's tent was very large. He saw an old-fashioned living room with a closed door behind it, probably a bedroom.The room was very dark and airtight.

Madam and little Sif sat on the sofa in the front half of the tent, and then took out two teacups with their own hands and poured clear tea, which was traditional black tea.Little Sev picked up his teacup and looked up at the old lady. Under the beam of light falling from the top of the tent, the old lady looked very old.

Little Sif somehow felt a little sad, he wanted to make the old man look happy, so he quietly asked the system: "How should I talk to the old man."

The system searched and found that the old lady did not have any labels on her body, a non-drama.So he didn't care: "Little master, don't be nervous, the old people will be very happy as long as someone is willing to sit down and listen to her."

So little Sif sat down obediently, with his hands on his knees, his upper body straightened, his eyes on the old lady, and he was ready to listen to her next words.

Seeing the obedient appearance of the child, the old lady smiled again, and said, "My husband and I live alone, and we haven't seen our children for a long time. The children we elderly people like have long since disliked them. Maybe You'll be bored here."

Little Sif remained obedient to the baby's sitting posture, then he looked up at the old lady, and shook his head blushing.

The old lady couldn't help laughing again, she said: "It's rare that a child is willing to come to accompany our old man. My husband has been very weak and is sleeping in the back bedroom. He will definitely like it when he wakes up."

Little Sif saw that the old lady was still doing well.

The old lady smiled. She took a sip from her teacup and said, "Tell me about the outside world. My husband and I haven't gone out for many years."

Little Sif asked the system again: "What do old people like to listen to?" Somehow he hoped to see the old lady show joy in his heart.

The system said: "The elderly like to listen to new and interesting things. Especially trivia."

Little Sif thought for a while and expressed his understanding. He was brewing, and said slowly: "I am a child running around in Diagon Alley to work. I am in the bar, Mrs. Malkin's tailor shop, the herbal shop, and the broom shop. , toy store, and stationery store. I’ve been running around there all the time.”

The old lady nodded and looked up and down at the little boy. The boy seemed to be only eight or nine years old. Why did he work in Diagon Alley all day? Where is his family?

Little Sif was trying to think of interesting things at this time, so he continued: "I was in the herbal medicine store once, helping the fat lady organize the herbs. Together, I can’t tell the difference. It happened that I was in the store and spent a whole day sorting out all these herbs. The wizards who came to buy things later said that the purity of the herbs was very high. The fat lady still can’t believe it. I just use my nose to smell it and use my hands to separate the herbs."

The old lady looked at the child, such a small child, with dozens of packs of mixed herbs, would lie on the ground for a whole day, the fat lady in the herbal medicine store was too cruel, such a young child was able to use it.

Little Sif continued to think about interesting things, he said: "The first time I went to Madam Malkin's, there were a few noble ladies taking measurements, and those two ladies had their noses up so high that they really looked like two flamingos , wearing red clothes, Madam Malkin ignored me and asked me to pick up the dropped pins on the ground, but she regretted it later, she said more than once that nobles should be prevented from chasing me with magic mops.”

Little Sif continued to think hard about all kinds of things that he found meaningful.he

There was a pain in the old lady's heart. This well-behaved boy is only so young, and he has done so much work to make a living, but the wizards treat him so badly. The poor child probably has never met anyone who treats him well. Look at his expression Actually used to it.

Complicated emotions appeared on the old lady's face, and little Sev could tell that the expression was not happy anyway, so he continued to think about the so-called new and interesting things.

He thought: "I've been selling flowers for a long time, I've walked the streets, I've been to most of the markets in London, I have a very large flower basket, and once I met a gentleman who asked 99 roses, I was in the car that I couldn’t hold by myself, and I was asked to send it to my wife who was several districts away. At that time, the mail car passed by, and I reached out and grabbed the roses behind the car while the people on the car were not paying attention. The crossbar jumped up, held the rose with both hands, grabbed the railing, and ran all the way behind the car, and the people in the car never noticed anyone behind the car."

Little Sif was in high spirits.

The old lady's heart ached again. She imagined a thin child struggling to hold a large package that could hardly be carried, carefully hanging behind the mail car, sticking to the outside of the car in an uncomfortable posture, and jumping dangerously. Get off the road.

She looked at the little boy, who seemed to be talking about something interesting, but her heart ached when she heard it, so her expression became even more gloomy.

Little Sif certainly noticed the old lady's expression, so he continued to work hard: "Later I worked part-time in a restaurant, selling flowers during the day, going to the restaurant at night, and leaving work at midnight. There was a fat, fat chef there, but he was very stupid. He didn’t know how to cook, he asked me to do everything, he couldn’t even cook salad right, at that time I could make three big pots of salads, hundreds of sandwiches, and pots of thick soup in one go.” Little Siff gestured : "The sum of the sandwiches that night was taller than me, and each of the three pots could make me take a bath. At that time, I was very short, and I needed a small bench in front of the stove."

The old lady took out her handkerchief and said, what a crime, who is so cruel to let such an obedient baby do such writing work at such a young age.

The system covered his face, he should have guessed that his little master was tragically lacking in talent for amusing, and obviously his taste in entertainment was different from others.Coupled with the fact that his childhood was really bad, in short, what his young master thought was very meaningful has already made the old lady feel sad.

Even when the system listened to the little master, he couldn't help but criticize himself in his heart. He should work harder. Although his little master has improved a lot compared to the past, it seems that he has to work harder.

At this time, little Sif was still thinking hard about interesting and new things, and then he said: "Recently, I sneaked into some libraries and schools, pretending to be elementary school students who were about my age, and I discovered that the original school students had passed They are so leisurely, distracted in class all day, eat after class, seem to be playing games all the time, and the teachers encourage them to say that they play well." Xiao Xifu had a disapproving expression on his face, feeling that his peers' IQ was too low.

He continued: "Then I sneaked into the class that was said to be a genius, and found that the genius was still playing the game. They said it was called thinking training, but I thought it was an idiot game. I mixed into their exam, but one kid recognized it. Me, he yelled that I was that kid on the street selling little toys, and they called the police and they chased me out."

The old lady pinches her handkerchief and looks at the talking child, feeling sore in her heart and astringent in her mouth, a good boy works all day long, but longs to go to school, one day he sneaks into school, but is caught, people say he is on the street The one who sold the toy, and then kicked him out.

The old lady had a sore nose, and stretched out her arms to hug this heart-wrenching good boy.This is a good boy, she believes in her feelings, the boy looks at her with a pair of black eyes, clear and pure, he works so hard, the business called camp barbecue is smoky all day long, it is not easy to make money, but What a nice kid to remind them that the food is not healthy.

Little Sif was puzzled and asked the system: "Why did I say so many new and interesting things, even about myself, and she didn't seem happy at all."

If the Great God is not sleeping right now, he should be able to understand that the future professor really has no expertise in making people happy.

There was silence for a moment, the old lady looked at the little boy with red eyes, little Sif looked up in confusion, and read the old lady's expression seriously, he leaned over, took the tea saucer in front of the old lady with both hands, and said softly : "Don't be sad, the tea is going to be cold."

The old lady took the tea and saw the little boy looking at her with big black eyes, as if she was very concerned. She felt warm and patted the boy on the head.

At this time, there was a coughing sound from behind the tent, and the old man finally woke up.

The old lady hurriedly got up and walked into the bedroom. Little Sif stood at the door, hesitating as if it was very impolite to enter the bedroom without the owner's permission, so he decided to stand at the door and look inside.

He stood gently at the door, then looked towards the bedroom, the light was dim, and he couldn't see anything for a while.The old lady bent down and opened the curtain in front of the four-poster bed, and little Sif got up alone.Coughing slowly, he sat up and picked up a glass of water on the bedside table. It looked like an old man, wearing dark clothes.

Little Sif didn't know why, but when he looked at the old man, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. It seemed that his heart was beating faster but he felt deep sadness. Such a strange feeling made him stand there at a loss for a while.

He heard the old lady ask the old gentleman about his health in a low voice, and then the old gentleman sat up weakly. He listened to the old lady, and little Sev heard him whisper: "A little wizard is coming outside. I saw it. He It’s right at the door now, please come in, it’s not etiquette to let guests stand at the door, this little wizard, it’s a pity that I have to receive you in the bedroom, I, an old man, have been so tired recently.”

Little Sif walked in and slowly approached the four-poster bed. He saw a thin old man looking down at him. The old man was very thin, and his breath was weak, pale and dry, which made him feel a sudden sadness.

When he approached again, he could clearly see that the old man was very weak, seriously aged, and lifeless.He looked at the old man and said hello softly: "Sir, hello. Good day."

The old gentleman replied in a low voice: "Hi little wizard. Come and sit down and don't be restrained."

Little Sif walked by, and he found that the old gentleman had black eyes and black hair, which was a bit greasy. Little Sif looked at the black eyes a few times strangely, and always felt very familiar, as if he had seen it before.

The old man also looked into the child's eyes, and he also felt very familiar.But I don't remember where I saw it.

The old lady attached herself to the old man and carefully arranged the clothes and buttoned many buttons on the nightgown, and then said: "My husband was once severely stimulated, and it was 11 years ago, and his body has been in good condition since then. good."

The old man put down the water glass in his hand and coughed weakly.

The old lady continued: "We moved out of the house and chose to recuperate in the sunny countryside for ten years, but there was no improvement. Until a few days ago, I realized that it was time for the World Cup again. In fact, my husband and I were not Not a Quidditch fan, but I thought maybe it would be good to get in touch with wizards, after all we lived alone for 11 years."

The old man was drinking water slowly when he suddenly coughed violently.

The old lady hurriedly patted him on the shoulder, and when he got better, the old lady brought breakfast.Put it on the bed.

The old couple were about to start their meal.

Suddenly little Sif raised his hand: "Stop." The two old men looked at the little boy in surprise.

Little Sif raised his head nervously and looked at the old people in turn. He said, "The old man is too weak, and this kind of breakfast is not good for him." He said, "I can make something for the old man that he can eat."

The old people looked at each other and nodded.The old lady got up and led him to the kitchen.Little Sif nodded to the old lady, and he said seriously: "Please trust me, I will do the best."

The old lady nodded and stood up, thinking strangely in her heart, this child's expression is really familiar, I always thought he would be very familiar with my husband, looking at his tone and posture, it is almost the same as when I just met my husband back then Looks exactly the same, what was my guy doing at the time, oh yes, he was facing a pot of potion and said to me: "I will make the best."

The old lady recalled that when she and her husband first met, that young wizard seemed to say such a sentence, and then took away her whole life.

☆, exotic medicinal materials

What should a frail old man eat.Of course the system knew that such a person should take medicinal food, and so did little Sif, because the system had shown him many medicinal food prescriptions.

Therefore, he looked at the traditional English breakfast of the two old people and couldn't help but feel that it was inappropriate.The traditional English breakfast is rich and greasy, with all kinds of bacon and smoked fish, plus thick sandwich eggs and butter, which is not suitable for the elderly.

Little Sif stood in the kitchen, asked the system to call out a simple recipe, and then started the operation.

For an old man who is physically weak, the most suitable breakfast is naturally rice porridge.

Little Sif asked the old lady, "Is there any rice here?"

The old lady was stunned, why do you want rice, she thought in her heart, is it for making risotto, is this kind of thing really suitable for eating, but she suppressed her doubts, walked out of the kitchen and summoned her elf To find.She went back to the kitchen, only to see little Sif took out some strange dried grass leaves from his pocket.She looked carefully and found that although she was used to seeing all kinds of potions made by her husband all her life, she had never seen this strange dried grass root.She couldn't recognize what kind of plant it was.The old lady watched the little boy tidy up the grass roots, and wondered if it was breakfast and potions.God, my husband coughs even after drinking water like this. If he drinks potion, how can the strange taste be better.

But how can the dried grass root make something delicious.

At this time, little Sif took out more dried plants from his pocket, and the old lady found that she didn't recognize any of them, some seemed to be the fruits of certain plants, and others were like branches of plants. It looked like a potion ingredient, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be different from the potion ingredients she had seen, and looked like another specially treated plant.

Little Sif washed the plants and put them in a big bowl.At this time the elf came back.The old lady brought rice and walked into the kitchen. She took a closer look at the dried grass roots when she approached them. When she got closer, she found that these dried grass roots were indeed different from the potion ingredients, because she smelled a strange smell, slightly bitter. It's very refreshing, exactly the smell of these dried grass roots.

This smell is refreshing and calming, and it seems to be completely different from those sticky and slippery potion ingredients.The old lady thought she would like the taste.

She watched as little Sif took out the rice and poured it into a bowl, carefully washed it twice, put the rice into the pot, then poured in the herbs, covered the pot and turned on the fire, set the flame to the lowest, and then He even looked up with his arms folded.

The old lady looked at little Sif strangely, this is not making potions, where there is such a rough method of operation.So what exactly is this.She waited in amazement. After a while, the pot boiled and white smoke rose. The old lady sniffed it, and a strange fragrance filled the air.The smell was very bland at first glance, but it contained an indescribable aroma when she smelt it carefully, which made her appetite greatly increase after just smelling it, and it was the first time in many years that she was so eager to taste it desire.Moreover, this fragrance also carries the bitterness of the grass roots just now, which makes this attractive taste more layered.She sniffed again, and suddenly felt very hungry.

At this time, little Sif lifted the lid of the pot, carefully scooped out the water from the top layer of rice porridge with a small spoon, poured it into a small bowl, and then explained to the old lady: "It's the first time for the old man to eat, drink some soup first, It’s called rice oil, and it’s the most essential part of rice porridge.”

The old lady looked at the small bowl suspiciously. The white water-like soup was really good, but the rice porridge in the air smelled really good, so she took the small bowl and walked out of the kitchen.

The old man was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and he was not energetic.The old lady entered the bedroom with the rice soup and sat down beside the bed. The old gentleman sniffed it, opened his eyes and asked what it was.The old lady picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of rice soup and brought it to the old man's mouth. The old man looked at the bland soup, his eyes lit up. This thing that looked like boiled water contained a strange fragrance. He seemed to be asking about the medicinal materials. , a strange medicinal material that he has never seen before, and the most incredible thing is that this soup also contains a taste of food, which is compatible with the taste of the originally unbearable medicinal material, which seems to be delicious.

The old man slowly held the spoon in his mouth, guessing what the soup was, and the old lady saw that her husband no longer coughed, so she took another spoonful immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the old man had already drank half a bowl of rice soup.Unexpectedly, he still had a lot of appetite. He concentrated on looking at the small bowl. Unknowingly, he took the spoon by himself, savored it carefully, and said in his mouth: "This is really a good thing."

The old lady watched with relief. After drinking this bowl of soup, her husband obviously became more energetic in his speech, his eyes became brighter, and his complexion improved.I don't remember how long I haven't seen him in such a good state.The old lady stood up happily, took back the small bowl and went to the kitchen again.

In the kitchen, little Sif stood in front of the stove, looking at the small pot where the rice porridge was cooked. It would take a long time to cook the rice porridge to be nutritious. The child looked at the flame on the stove meticulously.

This is the simplest medicinal diet found by the system. White rice porridge is mixed with some Qi-nourishing Chinese herbal medicines. The system initially sees that the old man’s body is just too old, and it seems that the incident 11 years ago that the wife said caused a heavy blow. induced aging.Simply put, it is disheartened.

The system can't cure discouragement for the time being, but it can relieve aging, so wolfberry, yam, and astragalus are added to this white rice porridge, which nourishes the temperature and nourishes the temperature. It is suitable for the first time for the weak and elderly.

Little Sif looked after the flames. For some reason, the first time he saw it, he felt that he would like the old man. He felt sad for the old lady's aging, and when he saw the old man, his heart tightened a little strangely.He wished to see the old gentleman get better.

At this time, he heard footsteps outside. It turned out that Dr. Philip was standing outside. Seeing him, he hurriedly said: "My God, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time, and another batch came this afternoon." Wizards are watching the World Cup, and they are all pouring in. I can’t take care of it by myself, so come out and help.”

When the old lady returned to the kitchen, she saw the child was going out in a hurry, and she stopped and told her earnestly: "After an hour, you can turn off the fire and serve the meal. Just eat it directly. You can serve it with some vegetarian dishes. I will eat it in the evening." Come back." After saying that, little Sif left in a hurry.Leaving the old lady looking at him, she thought to herself, what a good boy.The old lady couldn't help but had a thought in her heart, if only it belonged to my family.

In the middle of the night, little Sif walked through the hillside tiredly with a smell of barbecue. When he came to see the old man's condition, the old lady told little Sif that the old man was in good condition in the afternoon, and he even had the strength to get up and walk around. Now he is fast asleep up.Little Sif nodded happily, and the old lady hurried to the kitchen to bring out the biscuits specially made for the house elf to sit at night. The child is too thin and needs to eat well.But when she came out, she found that little Sif had fallen asleep leaning on the tent frame, sleeping with his head down and standing up just fine.The old lady stepped lightly, settled the little boy on the sofa, and then covered the quilt carefully.

Early the next morning, when the old lady woke up, little Sif had already gone out to work, so she had to sigh and put the biscuits away again. Little Sif didn't come over until noon.

The old gentleman is in good condition, seeing his strength in speaking, little Sif also feels very happy.He walked into the tent and went straight to the kitchen, where he was going to make a new medicinal meal tonight.

The old lady followed, holding a large plate of snacks in her hand.It was the biscuit that was prepared last night, and the kid was so busy that he didn't have time to take a bite.Carrying a large plate of biscuits, she followed little Sif into the kitchen, only to see little Sev unwrap the package in his hand, and took out a fish out of it.

The old lady was taken aback, what can a fish do, and said, can a person who has been ill for a long time eat such a thing.Besides, where did this fish that looked like it was just caught come from.

Seeing her doubts, little Sif said in a low voice, "I asked Dr. Philip to catch it in a nearby pond this afternoon." He put the fish on the chopping board, scraped off the scales with a knife, and the old lady Staring at the little boy's skillful movements in a daze, he somehow felt that the figure of him dealing with the potion with his husband in a trance was a bit imaginary.She blinked and looked again, but the little boy had already handled the fish. He poured some oil into the frying pan, sprinkled something like ginger and garlic, and fried the fish in it.

The old lady was puzzled again, saying that people who have been ill for a long time seem not to be able to eat fried fish.

Soon the little Sif was frying the fish, and to the surprise of the old lady, he poured a large bowl of water directly into the pot and covered the pot.The old lady stared blankly, it turns out that soup is still cooked at night, but this method of processing the ingredients is really rare, fry the ingredients first and then pour water.She vaguely thought that if her husband knew about this method, he would be locked up in the laboratory for a long time when he was still in good health, and used it to experiment on the method of frying and frying potion ingredients before putting them into the pot.

While she was thinking wildly, the water in the pot gradually became opaque, turned milky white, and finally turned into a liquid like goat's milk.Little Sif took a closer look and felt that it was almost done. He turned off the fire and opened the lid of the pot, and sprinkled something that looked like shredded ginger.In an instant, a fresh fragrance gushed out, and the old lady sniffled, thinking that it would be great if the potion smelled like this.

She watched little Sif put the fish soup in a bowl, carried the tray to the bedroom, and tasted it in amazement. The strange white soup with almost no condiments was unexpectedly delicious.She felt that her husband would like it.

Sure enough, when I entered the bedroom, I saw that my husband had already got out of bed, his eyes were staring at the bowl of fish soup, and he looked very eager to eat.The old lady was overjoyed, her husband had not been so energetic for many years.

Little Sif was also very happy to see, this gentleman's complexion was much rosier than yesterday, and he even got out of bed just now, which is really great.

The old man picked up the spoon and drank the fish soup quickly, as if he still couldn't finish it.The old lady hurried to the kitchen with an empty bowl.But the old man suddenly just grabbed the empty bowl and looked at the bottom of the bowl.

He asked: "Little wizard, what kind of medicine is in this bowl?"

Little Sif replied, "It's just a little astragalus, and the most are ginger and green onions."

The old gentleman looked at the medicinal materials professionally, and then poked the onion and ginger with a spoon: "Little wizard, did you cut this yourself?" The old gentleman professionally evaluated: "This knife skill is really rare."

Xiao Xifu replied: "It's nothing. I used to work in a restaurant. I had to cut hundreds of tomatoes and lettuce every day. Every slice of tomato I cut was exactly the same. The potatoes could see through the light. The boss couldn't believe it was real."

The old man's eyes were a little bright when he heard this, and he continued: "My wife told me that you can distinguish dozens of medicinal materials with your sense of smell and touch in the herbal medicine store."

Little Sif nodded: "That was very easy. At that time, I just distinguished the different ones based on my feeling."

The old man's eyes became brighter, and he continued to ask: "It's a natural thing, you didn't even know those medicinal materials at that time, right? Do you know the names of those medicinal materials now?"

Of course little Sif knew, after a few visits to the herbal medicine store, those who put the labels on them understood it after a few glances.

The old man was surprised and said to his wife: "This child is really born." He looked at little Sif: "You are really born in cooking."

Little Sif didn't know what the old man meant by boiling, he said: "I used to work in a restaurant, cooking three large pots of vegetable soup at the same time, I have a way to make these three pots of soup boil one by one, just stir them in order. "

The old man's eyes were shining brightly. This kid is really a genius. Even though he was very talented when he was young, he couldn't compare to this little boy.

He suddenly had the energy to sit up straight and look at the little boy. The old lady was also very happy. Since her husband was hit a year ago, her heart was almost ashamed. She had lost interest in everything for so many years, and now a seemingly A child with a talent for potions, his husband seems to have regained some of his old self.

Little Sif looked at the old man puzzled, not understanding what he was excited about.

At this moment, Dr. Phillips' voice came from outside the tent: "Come on kids, a large number of wizards are coming tonight, and they all come to eat barbecue. I'm too busy."

Little Sif hurriedly bid farewell to the old man, and then ran out.

☆, stew

The next day was the day when the Quidditch World Cup was held. The World Cup was held at night, but the camp was very lively from the morning. Wizards from all over the world had already arrived, walking around, holding flags and trumpets, and there was a lively scene. situation.Little Sif and Dr. Philip were busy with business, so they didn't come to the old couple's tent.

The sun was shining brightly in the morning. The old man sat up in his pajamas and basked in the sun by the window.The old lady cleaned up the biscuits on the sofa again. It was for the child, but the little boy was so busy that he never had a chance to eat it.She sighed and walked into the bedroom.

The little boy was really capable. The old lady could see that he was busy all morning, either standing in front of the grill or carrying the grill to demonstrate outside the wizard's tent. He never had time to sit down and rest.Those aristocratic wizards who just arrived today didn't bother to line up, but let the children carry heavy barbecue grills to their tents to deliver goods.The old lady couldn't help feeling dissatisfied with those noble wizards.

At this time, there was a strange tent in the middle of the camp. Little Sif couldn't help squinting his eyes when he approached. The tent was emitting colorful lights in the sun. He looked at it from a distance and couldn't help but marvel in his heart. What kind of aristocrats with strange tastes live here to decorate their tents like this.

But that also explains the huge embroidery orders he received last week.At the time, he wondered how many wives needed to sew dresses together to need so much fabric.

now he understands