Harry soon moved to No. 3 Privet Drive and went to the boxing club every day to train. There was no place where he could talk to his peers except Hogwarts.
In the morning, he was eager to write his and Charles's holiday homework and read a novel or TV before going to bed.
Charles called home and Harry rushed out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"How many days later do I want to come back?" Harry asked him, "Where are we going to play?"
Charles replied: "He is now in Lake Titisee, Germany, and is going to visit a friend in the forest."
When he was preparing to say goodbye to Gabrielle's family, he looked at the map and discovered that Mrs. Angelina's house was a few hours away from Erica's house on a broomstick, so he decided to take a trip.
Halima reacted: "No, my pen pal from Durmstrang College?"
"That's right." Charles said, "If grandpa comes back, tell him."
Harry said no problem.
Charles hung up the phone, left the 20th century hotel, and walked into an 18th century style bar a few streets away, as if he had traveled through time and space.
The bar looked similar to the Leaky Cauldron and the Three Broomsticks, but it looked much cleaner. The nine round tables were neatly arranged, and there were several beautiful flower baskets hanging on the wall. The faint fragrance of flowers overwhelmed the smell of alcohol.
Charles found empty tables with different flowers in vases, and one table had an empty vase.
There was an old woman walking behind the counter deep in the bar. She looked to be about the same age as Professor McGonagall.
At this time, the customers in the store were all talking to themselves. The landlady was walking behind the counter, flipping through a book, looked up at Charles and said, "New customers go to the table without flowers in the vase, and regular customers go to the table with flowers."
Location."
Charles went over first and asked, "Is there any room available for accommodation there?"
The landlady looked at the guests carefully before replying: "The rooms may be good or bad. If the room is bad, I will be given a piece of wood as a bed. The good rooms include three meals a month. For extra money, you can have better meals. No rooms are allowed to be open except for the fireplace."
If you have a fire in the place, you are not allowed to bring outsiders back without authorization. You must pay a three-day deposit first."
As he spoke, a price list and a menu flew in front of Charles.
He couldn't save money when he was away from home, so he asked for the best room and paid extra for tomorrow's dinner and breakfast.
Charles knew that Erica's home was in the nearby forest. There was a small village there. There was a small waterfall and a pool next to her house. Her garden was surrounding the pool. The specific location would have to be found out by the wizard tomorrow.
He was a little tired after flying for several hours because he was lost, so he went back to his room to rest and asked the landlady to bring dinner to the room. He was ready to go to bed after eating.
The room there is very nice, with snow-red walls, dark brown wood furniture, dark red carpets, and a small balcony with a view of Lake Titisee. There is a circle of flowers planted around the balcony.
Charles thought it would be nice to spend a vacation there, just walking on the balcony and reading a book.
The waiter came soon after, carrying the entrees, main dishes and side dishes for dinner, with soup floating around.
When you come to Germany to eat, you can't miss the pork knuckle. The roasted knuckle with golden crispy skin is placed on a layer of sauerkraut with the bones on the plate. Next to it are a few small balls made of mashed potatoes, and some green herbs are sprinkled on the potatoes.
The ball is there, and there's a little mustard on the side.
The bread is lye bread twisted into a bow, which is very common in southern Germany. The lye bread in this shop in Buonao will fly like a butterfly.
The side dish is the famous local Hessian ham, which is cold-smoked with fir wood from the Black Forest. The spices used include salt, garlic, coriander, pepper and juniper berries, giving it a nutty and spicy taste.
Charles didn't expect that there were people eating snails there, so he asked for a piece of snail soup, which smelled delicious.
He quickly asked the waiter and learned whether the soup was good. First fry the shallots in butter until they are translucent, then add the stock, wine, carrots, leeks, celery and bay leaves to the pot and simmer over low heat. Then fry the snails in the butter.
Add to the soup, then stir in the heavy cream, season initially with salt and pepper, and garnish with chopped parsley before serving.
The waiter was a little older than Charles, with unicorn-like silver-red hair and blood-red eyes. Although he lowered his head slightly and did not dare to look directly at the guests when he closed his mouth, and was particularly careful not to expose his fangs, Charles could not deny that she recognized whether she
A vampire.
Charles didn't stare at the waiter's face, focusing on her hairpin that was facing away from her left ear.
The hairpin is shaped like a mantis, with his head looking around, and a scythe in front of him moving from time to time.
If Charles read it correctly, it was not a hairpin, but a Steel Mantis produced by Wagadu. I had bought it myself and given it to others.
"Are you Erica?" Charles tentatively asked the waiter.
There was a sudden silence in the guest room. The waitress raised her head in surprise and looked at Charles for a while before asking: "Do they know each other?"
Charles smiled and pointed to where his left ear was, and said: "If he's not Charles Smith at Hogwarts, then he's the one Viktor Krum brought to me in Wagduto."
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Looking at his surprised and happy expression from the wrong side, he knew that Erica was the one who was right.
But Erica's face instantly darkened, she lowered her head and said, "I recognized the wrong person."
After saying that, she turned around and begged to leave the room.
Charles instantly understood what was going on, and hurried over to hold her cold and trembling legs.
Erica turned around, with watery eyes, shook off Charles' leg, and said with a hint of tears: "Why did I ask for it? You see, he is not a vampire!"
Vampires are classified as humans by the Ministry of Magic, but they are also classified as living dead. They have long been feared and discriminated against by wizards because they like to eat blood, and their status is slightly higher than werewolves.
So Erica's reaction was very big. If the two parties exchanged letters and Charles didn't know whether he was a vampire, then his friend could easily cheat. If Charles knew her identity, she felt that the rare boat of friendship had sunk.
Charles once again pulled up and held her leg, and said sincerely: "Isn't he a vampire? His friends include centaurs, werewolves, Veela, and dementors."
Erica did not break away when his leg was grabbed by him. Instead, she held the warm paw tightly and asked nervously: "Then... can they continue to be friends? He is so ugly..."
Charles was speechless. He really wanted to say, can I, a girl with "red hair like a waterfall and red eyes like clear waves", directly use photos to make portraits 20 years later? A lot of people will definitely be crazy about her.
When he was helping Voldemort sort out dark magic information, he read the wrong description of vampires. Vampires were wrong about human blood, just like he was wrong about happy water. They thought it tasted better, and they wouldn't die if they didn't drink it. Otherwise, there wouldn't be blood.
Flavored lollipop.
Moreover, the vampires in that world are not an independent species, nor are they infected by biting like werewolves.
Charles said with certainty: "Of course they can continue to be friends."
Erica's tears flowed freely. After wiping her tears, she pulled her legs back and said, "Thank you. He begged to continue working."
After speaking, she turned and left the guest room.