Chapter 926

Hermione thought that this Christmas might make her feel lonely. But she never thought that this holiday would be so "lively"

London, suburb of Hampstead garden.

Hermione stood at the window, looking at the figures flying in the air in the distance, her face full of worry.

Although she doesn't know what happened in London today, she knows that this is the first direct intersection between the magic world and the Muggle world in recent years.

"Honey, then... Do you know what those things are?"

"Dad, can you see it too?"

Hermione was surprised to hear her father standing next to her ask. But soon, she suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and reluctantly smiled.

"I don't know, maybe... Some magical creatures who broke into the city by mistake?" she pursed her lips and slowly said, "sometimes, but it's okay. The British Ministry of magic will find a way to deal with it."

Her parents had accompanied her to the magic world earlier, including Diagon lane and Hogwarts, so although she didn't know much about these magic world things, she had at least a preliminary impression.

In their hearts, their daughter's world seems to be sunny and peaceful all the time, so they have no resistance to Hermione's going to Hogwarts to be a little witch.

But if they knew that the danger of the magic world was sometimes no less than that of war... Hermione felt that she would probably not be allowed to go back to Hogwarts to complete her subsequent studies?

Therefore, Hermione never told her family about those bad experiences, but put them in her heart.

Unfortunately, if it goes on like this today, the paper will not be able to wrap the fire sooner or later.

"Dad, Mom -"

Suddenly Hermione looked back and shouted to her mother who was still busy in the kitchen.

"This Christmas holiday has just begun. I think it's better for our family to take a trip... Do you agree?"

"Oh, of course," said Mr. Granger, who looked back from the sky over the city center and patted his daughter on the shoulder. "Seriously, I wanted to talk to you for a long time, but... Well, you know, when you came back, I felt like you were in a bad mood, so I haven't told you yet!"

"It's all right, I'm in a good mood -" said Hermione, but quickly shook her head. "Oh, well! To be honest, there are some things that confuse me... So Dad, I think I need to relax."

She tried to make herself look less anxious while making excuses, trying not to look out of the window.

For Hermione, the most fortunate thing now is that their home is far from the city center, so they won't fall into some possible crises all at once.

In short, she may still have a chance to let her parents leave.

"Relax... That's right," Mr. Granger nodded. "There are always some pressures in life. Since we can't avoid them all, we have to find ways to eliminate them - I always think it's a good choice to have a picnic during the holiday."

He thought for a moment and then said, "honey, where do you want to go? It will decide whether we should book air tickets or train tickets -"

"Oh, No." Hermione suddenly put on a mysterious look when she heard the speech. "Dad, no plane or train... I want to show you how the wizard's trip is this time."

When Mr. Granger heard her say this, he immediately said in surprise:

"Will it be ok? I remember you can't do that?"

As a pure Muggle, Mr. Granger may lack a lot of common sense in the magic world like little victor in the magic Hospital of St. mungo. But once he talked about his daughter, he was no longer just a Muggle, but the father of a minor witch.

He even remembered more clearly than Hermione about the regulations in the international secrets act - after all, it is a law that must be observed in the magic world. Once they hurt their daughter because of their fault, it would be his dereliction of duty as a father.

However, the nature of this time is different.

"No problem, Dad!" Hermione gently hugged her father. "You are my immediate family, within the scope of the regulations - as long as you don't let others see."

"Is that so?"

Hermione is recognized as a "smart man" by Hogwarts, but her father, Mr. Granger, is not stupid.

He knows his daughter too well. In a few words, he felt something strange in Hermione's words, so he hesitated secretly soon.

"... honey, do you... Have something on your mind?"

Mr. Granger held Hermione's shoulder, looked at her carefully, and then said seriously:

"Listen, if something makes you feel uncomfortable, you might as well say it. My mother and I will listen to you and share it for you -"

"No, I'm nothing," Hermione shook her head quickly. "Dad, I'm really nothing - I just want you to experience the life of a wizard."

She just wants her parents to stay away from danger without being aware of it.

But who knows, even the most retarded parents will become sharp in the face of their children.

"Are those things flying in the sky?"

After a little recollection, Mr. Granger found a detail:

Hermione stood at the window for a while before she suddenly looked strange. Before that, she didn't say much, and never mentioned going out to travel or anything.

"What the hell is that?"

Mr. Granger was about to turn his head and look out of the window when Hermione pulled the curtain back. Without the light outside, the living room was much darker.

"No... well, I mean, there's nothing to look at."

Of course she couldn't explain her actions, but those creatures like Dementors were obviously not good things. Most of the dark creatures in the magic world are very strange. Who knows if Muggles will have problems if they watch too much?

In Mr. Granger's view, Hermione's move was obviously a little abrupt.

"Honey, what happened? Was something wrong?"

"No, nothing, that --"

Hermione tried to find another reason, but the fact came suddenly. She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Helpless, she subconsciously put her hand to her sleeve, but found that she felt empty.

Hermione was used to hiding her wand in her sleeve, but now she was wearing ordinary Muggle clothes. Naturally, it was impossible to put her wand in the old place.

"Wait for me."

Then she hurried to the stairs and returned to her room in the twinkling of an eye.

Really, if you could give her more time, she would be able to take care of it. But now, she may not just need to find an excuse for "travel".

Yes, maybe you have to use a forgetting spell!

"What happened... Dad, to tell you the truth, I want to know more than you!"

Leaning back against the door, Hermione glanced at crook mountain lying on the bed, and her heart was full of confusion. But now, no matter how confused, there are some things she must do.

With a dark sigh, she picked up crook mountain from the quilt, and then ran to the first floor with a magic wand inserted in the pen holder.

"Mom, you come to the living room first. I have something to say to you!"

……

This Christmas holiday, Harry didn't go to Uncle Vernon's house, but went to the burrow in Devon from the beginning.

For him, it was obviously much happier to live in the Weasley family, where everyone was very warm and friendly.

But speaking of it, Harry had been trying to get rid of the family he hated a few years ago, but he never seemed to succeed.

Even if Sirius was suddenly the godfather, what he brought was that he could go to Hogsmeade village in good faith.

But I don't know when it began, he was vaguely discovering that the bondage of some intention to prevent him from leaving the Dursleys disappeared at once.

"Harry, mom just baked apple pie. Come and have a taste!"

As yesterday, during the day, Mr. Weasley is going to work in the Ministry of Magic - the Ministry is very busy this year, and the Christmas holiday is only three days. Last night, Ron's father was complaining that he should pay more bonuses to those who work overtime.

So today, apart from Ron's mother, there are only Ron, Harry and Ginny. As for the other brothers, even the living twins have stepped into their own lives.

Oh, no, there seems to be another person in this family.

"Ron, isn't Percy awake yet?"

Harry asked as if it had occurred to him as he picked up a piece of pie from the plate, but Ron blocked his mouth directly with a piece of pie.

"Oh! Oh... Hot!"

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen. "Eat slowly. It's just out of the oven!"

"I see!" Ron answered instead of Harry, and then lowered his voice. "Harry, don't mention Percy - especially not in front of mom!"

When saying this, even Ron, who has always been a big heart, couldn't help sighing.

"Oh, sorry..."

No matter how hard Harry was, he could understand the truth. Just now he just blurted out carelessly.

"Then you say... Do you want Marca to see Percy again? Maybe things have improved after so long?"

When Ron heard it, he just wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard a knock at the door.

"Ron, open the door!" cried Mrs. Weasley.

"All right!" he stood up on the sofa and said to Harry, "wait a minute, I'll see who it is."

Soon, with the door of the burrow creaking open, Harry heard Ron's surprised voice.

"Hermione?"