"Hermione, tell me, where are we going to travel this holiday?" Mrs. Granger was sitting on an old-fashioned brown sofa, peeling an apple with a fruit knife, and asked her daughter about her holiday plans.
There was an empty silver tray in front of her coffee table.
"I've been to France before. How about going to Italy this time?" Mrs. Granger gave her own suggestion, and gently put a sliced apple into the plate.
Hermione's family conditions are quite good in the entire Muggle society.
Whether it is social status or economic situation.
Because her parents are both dentists, it is quite a decent job in European and American countries.
The expense of traveling once a year during the holidays is not a problem at all.
"Hermione?"
"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger put the unfinished apple and knife back on the plate, amplified her voice, and called out her daughter's name again.
Only then did Hermione seem to be frightened, she raised her head suddenly, and met her mother's gaze.
"You've only been back these two days, why are you always a little absent-minded?" Mrs. Granger frowned, staring at her daughter and said.
"Are you worried about the exam?" Mr. Granger put the newspaper in his hand on the brown-red coffee table at hand.
"It's a little." Hermione tried her best to pull out a smile, but it looked a bit forced anyway.
"It's okay, our Hermione is hardworking and smart, I know that." Mr. Granger said with a smile.
"Even if it's really abnormal, I believe it's not a big problem."
The abnormal performance of Xueba is completely different from that of Xueba.
The couple also remember their daughter being extremely demanding of herself.
In similar preschool classes before going to Hogwarts, I often blamed myself.
I often hid under the covers and cried for a long time because of things like not getting full marks or high marks in quizzes.
As for going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft now, it is rare to come back several times a year.
They can't care at school
"No, I did very well in the exam." Hermione lowered her head slightly, pulled a few strands of hair behind her ears, took a deep breath, and concealed something.
"Will she fall in love?"
Seeing Hermione lower her head again, Mrs. Granger picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, stuffed it back into her husband's hand, and stood it up.
Mr. Granger frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Do you think Hermione is in a relationship?" With a very low voice, she whispered in her husband's ear.
"I don't know." Mr. Granger shook his head.
"If you know it, there's nothing you can do to help her."
"Stop discussing these, I believe she has a sense of proportion."
Discussions went nowhere.
"I'm going to cook now."
"What would you like to eat today, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked briskly.
"I'm not picky eaters, Mom." Hermione said wearily.
"Okay." Mrs. Granger smiled and went to prepare dinner.
Hermione looked at her mother's busy back, and her father once again covered her face with a newspaper.
Only at this time, her eyes turned slightly red.
Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists.
The luggage I brought back was almost an empty box. It looked heavy, but I didn't bring anything back.
What's the point of packing your bags when you're going back to school soon
Naturally, Hermione wouldn't worry about the Animagus' problem, she knew her parents would allow it, and they didn't understand what it meant.
They have always been supportive of learning.
In front of the old-fashioned TV, a formally dressed female announcer broadcast the news in a slightly serious tone: "A few days ago, stray dogs on the run have bitten dozens of citizens. The London police have been dispatched. Citizens are requested to travel carefully , If there is information about stray dogs from unknown sources, call the police in time.”
what does that mean
There is no such strong deterrent for stray dogs running around.
The answer seemed obvious.
werewolf.
There are a lot of uncontrolled werewolves attacking Muggles.
It's just that there are still some wizards responsible for tampering with memories to maintain order as much as possible.
Thinking back to the attack they had received on the Hogwarts Express not long ago, things were going to be rough soon.
And Hermione also made a difficult decision.
Now Hermione secretly took out her wand, and first aimed it directly in front of her.
Her lips moved, and a white light passed silently through the newspaper, hitting her father
Made no sound,
Mr. Granger lay down on the soft sofa and passed out.
He never dreamed that his daughter would use magic to attack him.
"Italy? Then Italy, it should be very suitable." Hermione opened the map booklet, glanced at the map, and the wand in her hand trembled slightly.
As for her mother, when the magic took effect, Hermione stood behind and supported her, supported her, hooked her shoulders, and dragged her to the sofa.
The couple leaned together and fell on the sofa, and Hermione cast the Oblivion Charm.
Erase them all from your memory.
The Grangers are now a DINK family.
In order to avoid people around being weird, asking about it, going out to travel is a good solution. It is impossible for Hermione to cast the Forgetting Curse on the neighbors around her.
Hermione stared blankly at her home, at the slightly old mahogany armchairs, the slightly chipped glass coffee table, and the walls that were no longer white and clean, and were slightly yellowed. Everything, everything, an arrangement that is too familiar.
It didn't take long for things to change.
Because the magic started to work.
The family photo of the three on the desk changed to a couple, and Hermione, who was standing in the middle, disappeared.
The clothes she has worn in the closet, the awards she has won...
Everything related to her was erased.
Hermione didn't want to do this either, but she knew that Voldemort especially hated Muggles, and he despised anyone of mixed blood, let alone her bloodline.
She didn't feel inferior because of this, and she didn't think there was anything wrong, but Voldemort was extremely hostile. .
Parents must not be involved.
Hermione thought so.
Standing at the entrance of the house, Hermione stood behind a big suitcase, then she squatted down, tied her shoelaces, and then slowly stood up.
Her breathing gradually became rhythmic, and after about a few minutes, she looked at the blue-colored, somewhat rusted iron door, as if she had made up her mind, pushed the door open and stepped out, leaving without looking back.
Every minute and every second, she feared that she would regret it, broke the spell, and confessed to her parents as if nothing happened.
But she can't be so selfish.
She had to work hard to restrain her desire to talk.
If it is any other difficulty, it is normal to confide in your parents.
But now, they can't help at all.
Hermione didn't want them to worry too much either.
She quickly came to the nearest street, stood under a dim section of streetlights, then raised her wand, and began to wait.
Only two minutes later, with a loud bang, three-storey buses in bright purple colors stopped in front of her, with "Knight Bus" written on their windshields in big golden letters. words.
"I'm going to the Leaky Cauldron," said Hermione.
"Eleven Sickles..." The conductor wanted to say more.
"I only take the car, well, I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me."
"A little witch who quarreled with her family and ran away from home?" the conductor joked.
Hermione didn't reply, sobbing, staring blankly at the window of the car with red eyes, not going to sleep as she said.
"Okay." The young man shrugged helplessly, pulled out a brand new towel from behind, and handed it over.
"I didn't ask for disposable towels," said Hermione.
"No money, ma'am." The man shrugged, and the pair of fan ears twitched accordingly.
Comforting those who are frustrated on the journey is worthwhile in Stan Sampak's view-even if it may cost him his salary.
In the end, Hermione didn't take the towel, but just pretended not to hear it, looking at the alternately changing scenery outside the window, feeling the distorted and sometimes soothing rhythm of the speed of the car.
About ten minutes later, after Hermione had boarded the Knights bus and drove four stops, the Grangers woke up from the sofa at home, and looked at each other in unison.
"How did I fall asleep?" Mr. Granger said perplexedly as he lay on the sofa.
"By the way, where did we just say we were going to travel?"
"France, or Italy?"
"I remember we went to France," said Mrs. Granger.
The same dialogue was staged again, and it can be seen that the couple are very keen on traveling.
"Forget it, we'll discuss it later, I'll cook now." Mrs. Granger smiled and turned to the kitchen.
"Huh? Why is the dish hot?"
Mrs. Granger turned on the microwave, feeling a little strange.
At the same time, vaguely, I feel that I seem to have forgotten some important memories.