Hermione had thought that this Christmas might make her feel lonely. But she never expected that this holiday would be so "busy"...
Hampstead Garden Suburb, London.
Hermione stood in front of the window, looking at the figures flying in the air in the distance, her face full of worry.
Although she still doesn't know exactly what happened in London today, she understands that this is the first direct intersection between the wizarding 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 immediately surprised when her father standing beside her asked. But soon, she suppressed her uneasiness and forced a smile.
"I don't know, maybe... it's some magical creatures that accidentally broke into the city, right?" She pursed her lips and said slowly, "Sometimes this happens, but it's okay, the British Ministry of Magic will find a way to deal with it. "
Her parents had accompanied her to the magical world, including Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, so although she didn't know much about these things in the magical world, she at least had a preliminary impression.
In their hearts, the world where their daughter lives seems to have always been sunny and peaceful, so they have no objection to Hermione going to Hogwarts to become a little witch.
But if they knew that the magic world was sometimes as dangerous as war... Hermione felt that she would never be allowed to return to Hogwarts to complete her studies, right
Therefore, Hermione never talked about those bad experiences with her family, but kept them in her heart.
It's a pity that if things continue as they are today, sooner or later the paper will not be able to contain the fire.
"Dad, mom—"
Suddenly, Hermione turned around and shouted to her mother, who was still working in the kitchen.
"This Christmas vacation has just begun. I think it's better for our family to go on a trip... What do you think?"
"Oh, of course," Mr. Granger, who was beside her, turned back from the sky over the city center and patted his good daughter on the shoulder lovingly, "To be honest, I've wanted to mention it to you for a long time. But... Well, you know, I felt that you were not in a good mood when you came back, so I haven't told you yet!"
"It's okay, I'm in a good mood -" Hermione said, but quickly shook her head, "Oh, okay! To be honest, there are indeed some things that make me confused... So Dad, I think I need to take a breather. .”
She made excuses, tried to sound less anxious, and tried not to look out the window.
For Hermione, the most fortunate thing now is that their home is relatively far from the city center, so they will not be plunged into some possible crisis all of a sudden.
Simply put, she might still have a chance to let her parents go.
"Take some time... That's right," Mr. Granger nodded. "There will always be some pressure in life. Since we can't avoid them all, we have to find ways to eliminate them. I always feel that during the holidays, It would be a good idea to have a picnic.”
He thought for a while and then said: "Honey, where do you want to go? This will decide for us whether we should book a plane ticket or a train ticket-"
"Oh, no." Hermione suddenly put on a mysterious look when she heard this, "Dad, there is no need for planes and trains... This time I want to show you what a wizard's trip is like."
When Mr. Granger heard what she said, he was immediately surprised and said:
"Is this... going to be okay? I remember you can't do this, right?"
As a pure Muggle, Mr. Granger may lack a lot of common sense in the wizarding world like little Victor who is in St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But once it came to matters involving his daughter, he was no longer just a Muggle, but the father of a minor witch.
As for the regulations in the "International Statute of Secrecy", he even remembered some provisions more clearly than Hermione - after all, those are laws that must be obeyed in the wizarding world. Once their daughter is harmed due to their fault, it will be him. This father has failed in his duty.
However, the nature of this time is different.
"It's okay, Dad!" Hermione hugged her father gently, "You are my immediate family members, and you are within the scope allowed by the regulations - as long as you don't let others see it."
"is that so?"
Hermione is recognized as a "smart person" at Hogwarts, but her father, Mr. Granger, is not stupid either.
It can be said that he knows his daughter too well. In just a few words, he felt something strange in Hermione's words, so he began to hesitate secretly before long.
"... Dear, are you... worried about something?"
Mr. Granger held Hermione's shoulders, took a good look at her, and then said seriously:
"Listen, if there's anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, it's better to say it. Mom and I will listen to you seriously and share your concerns-"
"No, I have nothing." Hermione shook her head quickly, "Dad, I really have nothing - I just want you to experience the life of a wizard."
She just wanted to keep her parents away from danger without them noticing.
But who knows, even the slowest parents will become sharper when facing their children.
"Are they those things flying in the sky?"
After a little recall, Mr. Granger discovered a detail:
After Hermione stood at the window for a while, she suddenly seemed a little strange. Before that, she never talked too much, and she never mentioned traveling or anything.
"What exactly is that?"
Mr. Granger was about to turn his head and look out the window again, but Hermione suddenly closed the curtains. Without the outdoor light, the living room suddenly became much darker.
"No... uh, I mean, there's nothing to see."
Of course she couldn't explain her actions, but those dementor-like creatures were obviously not good things. Most of the dark creatures in the magical world are very strange. Who knows if Muggles will have problems if they see too many of them
In the eyes of Mr. Granger, Hermione's behavior was obviously a bit abrupt.
"Honey, what happened? Did something happen?"
"No, it's nothing, then-"
Hermione tried to find another reason to come, but this time came so suddenly that she didn't know what to say for a while.
In desperation, she subconsciously reached for her sleeve, but found that she had touched nothing.
Hermione was already used to hiding her wand in her sleeve, but now that she was wearing ordinary Muggle clothes, it was naturally impossible to tuck her wand in its usual place.
"Wait me a moment."
After saying that, she hurriedly ran towards the stairs and was back in her room in the blink of an eye.
Really, if she could be given more time, she would definitely be able to handle this matter. But now, she might not just need an excuse to "travel."
Yes, maybe you need to use the Forgetting Curse once!
"What happened... Dad, to be honest, I want to know more than you do!"
Leaning against the door, Hermione glanced at Crookshanks lying on the bed, feeling confused. But now, no matter how confused she is, there is something she must do.
Sighing secretly, she picked up Crookshanks from the quilt, and then ran towards the first floor with the wand stuck in the pen holder.
"Mom, come to the living room first. I have something to tell you!"
…
This Christmas holiday, Harry did not go to live with Uncle Vernon, but went to the Burrow in Devon, England from the beginning.
It was obviously much happier for him to live in the Weasley family where everyone was so warm and friendly.
But speaking of it, Harry had been trying to get rid of the family he hated in the past few years, but it seemed that he had never been very successful.
Even if he suddenly had Sirius as his godfather, it would only bring him a legitimate way to go to Hogsmeade.
But he didn't know when he started to realize vaguely that some kind of restraint that prevented him from leaving the Dursleys suddenly disappeared.
"Harry, mom has just baked the apple pie, come and try it!"
Just like yesterday, Mr. Weasley had to go to work at the Ministry of Magic during the day - the Ministry was very busy this year, and there were only three days of Christmas break. Last night Ron's father was complaining that people who work overtime should be given more bonuses. What.
So today, apart from Ron's mother, there are only Ron, Harry and Ginny in the family. As for the other brothers, even the living twins have already stepped into their own lives.
Oh no, there seems to be another person in this house.
"Ron, isn't Percy awake yet?"
Harry asked as if he had suddenly thought of it while picking up a piece of pie from the plate, but Ron blocked his mouth with a piece of pie.
"Oh! Oh... hot, hot, hot!"
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen, "Eat slowly, it's just come out of the oven!"
"I know!" Ron responded on Harry's behalf, then lowered his voice and said, "Harry, don't mention Percy—especially don't mention it in front of mom!"
When he said this, even Ron, who had always been generous, couldn't help but sigh.
"Oh, sorry… "
No matter how stubborn Harry is, he can understand the truth to some extent. He just blurted it out accidentally.
"Then you say... Do you want Maka to come see Percy again? Maybe after so long, the situation has improved again?"
After hearing this, Ron was about to say something when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Ron, open the door!" Mrs. Weasley shouted immediately.
"Okay!" He stood up on the sofa and said to Harry, "Wait a minute, we'll talk later - I'll go see who it is."
Soon, as the door of the Burrow opened with a creak, Harry heard Ron's surprised voice.
"Hermione?"