Hogwarts White Knight

12 Tulip Road, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Huh, huh."

Gawain breathed softly, carefully took out the orange enamel pot in front of him from the oven, and carefully opened the lid. Even though he was wearing thick kitchen gloves, he could still feel the hot temperature coming from the pot made of cast iron.

"For God's sake, it is indeed Ms. Julia's recipe. Although the French are not reliable, at least this dish did not cost me half a day of hard work."

He murmured to himself, as if he was lamenting the results of his efforts.

And he did have reason to be content.

——In the pot is beef that has been simmered for several hours. Under the influence of red wine, beef stock, tomatoes and many fresh herbs, they exude an aroma that makes Gawain's mouth water. Even the carrots served as side dishes were overripe and soaked with the aroma of gravy.

This joy from the food and the pleasure from his own cooking even partially offset Gawain's depression when he woke up in the morning.

Boeuf bourguignon, one of the most classic but also most laborious French dishes, was a gift for him to celebrate his eleventh birthday. There was no better choice.

"Thanks to Colin for his selfless sponsorship, but he should also like this dish. After all, Irasu and Romanee-Conti are still well hidden."

Gawain took a spoonful of soup, tasted it and sighed. Although he is not a Michelin chef, and the ingredients he uses are from the vegetable market near his home, which has no advantages other than freshness, he dares to say that this pot of beef is worth at least 500 pounds.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the less than half-filled red wine bottle placed next to the stove with the corner of his eye.

Watson Romanée Grand Cru of Henri Jaye Winery, 1986, from the hidden compartment on the back of the wine cabinet of Gawain’s father Colin. There, there are several other bottles of equally famous red wine, all of which Colin bought with his hard-earned "private money" but was reluctant to drink.

In order to celebrate Gawain's success in getting the admission notice from Eton College, Colin generously fulfilled Gawain's wish and let him choose a red wine from the wine cabinet as the raw material for this red wine beef stew.

But what Colin never expected was that Gawain had already discovered the hidden compartment on the back of his wine cabinet, and was ready to make full use of his promise as "revenge" for the other party's last joke.

"Making delicious food is a kind of happiness, and taking revenge on Colin is also a kind of happiness, but when the two kinds of happiness are added together, why don't I feel happy enough? If it weren't for..."

Gawain poured the beef and soup in the pot into the prepared container, and began to prepare the onions and mushrooms as side dishes.

He thought back to that damn bizarre dream this morning. It was walking in a long passage. The passage was dark and not even a ray of light could be seen.

The ground was paved with flat bricks, and with his bare feet, he could clearly feel the detailed textures on it.

Except for the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat, there was no movement in his ears. But he just had a feeling that there was a figure in front of him.

A smiling figure.

And he was approaching him.

Gawain didn't know how long he had been walking, but just when he felt that he was very close, the passage suddenly became as bright as day. The man smiled at him, opened his mouth, and said something.

Then Gawain suddenly woke up.

Woke up with tears streaming down my face.

But he didn't know the reason. He didn't even remember the figure's face or what he said. The scene clearly existed in his mind.

"No matter what that person wants to say, it must be a very sad thing."

Gawain said to himself, scratched his head again, and poured his energy into the mushroom in front of him. It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and Colin White and Elsa White, his mother, were expected to return at any moment.

Today is Gawain's birthday, and it is also the party time that he and these two workaholics have already arranged. My mother was a resident doctor at a hospital, and my father worked in what seemed like a high-end job in finance within Square Mile.

Gawain has long been accustomed to taking care of himself, and by the way, he also has to take care of the lives of two adults.

Regarding this, he has nothing to complain about. After all, although his parents have little experience, they have taken the greatest care in treating him and educated him as much as possible.

"Except for some of Colin's 'hobbies'."

Gawain curled his lips, smeared the pan with a small piece of butter, and put the mushrooms cut into small pieces into the pan, letting the remaining gravy in the pan dye the mushrooms a slightly sticky brown color.

By early morning, he would be 11 years old.

Perhaps because he inherited the excellent genes from his father and mother, Gawain considers himself "handsome".

His short, light blond hair, fair skin, and at least a healthy physique, as well as his name from the hero, earned him the nickname "White Knight" among some girls in school. .

Although he himself always felt a slight rejection of this nickname, his exemplary performance in school eventually won him recognition from Eton College, one of the best secondary schools in the UK.

Unlike most of his peers, Gawain always has a clear plan for his future. His goal is to enter a well-known university and, after gaining a solid academic foundation, be admitted to Gerry College and become a barrister.

It's never easy.

But Gao Wen is confident that he will continue on this path of pursuing excellence.

"Click", the sound of the key being inserted into the door and rotating interrupted Gawain's thinking. He turned the stove to low heat, stepped down from the small table, took off his gloves and prepared to welcome Elsa back.

"So, what did that person say?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Gawain's mouth unconsciously, and he thought of that strange nightmare for the first time.

But what was different this time was that he suddenly recalled that person's mouth shape.

"khronos..?"

Gawain read it subconsciously.

Suddenly he felt something was wrong.

The world seemed to have stopped. Whether it was the melodious music in the gramophone or the white steam rising from the pot, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. He felt a wave of heat welling up from his heart and quickly passing through his limbs.

The heart was beating violently, the blood was flowing rapidly, and the breathing was becoming hot.

"what happened?"

Gawain stretched out his right hand and reached for the water glass on the table, but he did not expect that the water glass flew directly into his hand.

"Crack", the glass shattered and pricked his palm, causing a slight pain. A deep tiredness surged into Gawain's mind, and uncontrollable darkness suddenly descended.

Just before falling into sleep, he seemed to see something completely incomprehensible.

——It was a gray tiger shorthair cat.

It...seems...

Became a human?

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