Chapter 1,258

The Black family's ancestral home seems to have changed.

After a long period of preparation, Hermione finally changed the Black family's ancestral home into a new look.

The sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning sprinkled on the bed in the bedroom through the glass window, and Hermione slept with her head tilted to the side with even breathing.

"You woke up..."

The girl opened her eyes, with some fatigue in her bright eyes.

When the girl was busy until late yesterday, there was too much work to prepare. In order to get more information, the most direct way was to go to the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, the planning of the route, the possible situations, and the preparation of some potions all require a lot of energy.

"Good morning, brother Vanlin. El, it's another new day, isn't it?" Hermione said, closing her eyes as if she was going to stretch and enjoy the remaining warmth of the quilt.

"I think you should pay attention to the tone of your voice, Miss Hermione Granger."

"What tone?"

"You make it difficult for me to do this, so if necessary, I think we can change the way we get along, and by the way, establish the family education issue!"

"What are you talking about again... um..."

Before she finished speaking, Hermione suddenly opened her eyes wide.

A shameless guy rushed over and sealed her mouth.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became strange.

The two kissed each other to their heart's content, and they couldn't feel the passage of time at all, as if they were paused at this moment.

Hermione made a whimpering sound, and then...

"Fanlin! Fanlin!"

A burst of rapid shouting made the two people's heads stiffen, and before they could move, the door was slammed open.

"Fanlin, look out the window, they... uh..."

Harry was slightly stunned, what kind of posture is this?

On the bed?

Hermione pushed quickly, and the two separated quickly...

"Uh... Sorry..." Harry pushed back somewhat helplessly.

Hermione felt her face was burning.

This was not something embarrassing, but changing the time and place would always bring some different changes, right?

Hermione pulled the quilt up, all the way above her head.

"I... I mean, it's nothing serious... This... This is an accident... I mean, I'm going to check on Kreacher's breakfast, and then pull Ron up..."

"You guys continue!" Harry said a little panicked. He could fully understand Vanlin's mood, just like him and Ginny, but it seemed that his friend would be more...

The door was slammed shut.

Vanlin looked at Hermione, who was curled up, with a headache.

So, he forgot to lock the door when he came back after going out in the morning?

To be honest, Fanlin wanted to use his wand to knock Harry out. Fortunately, the wand was far enough away from his hand. Even so, the wandless spell was ready.

A Stunning Spell with the left hand, a Transfiguration Spell with the right hand, and finally a Hanging Bell?

Or hang Harry in front of Mrs. Black's portrait, so that they can have a friendly conversation between grandparents and grandchildren.

However, it seems unlikely to continue.

"Is Harry gone?" Hermione said in the quilt.

"Hmm..."

Hermione pulled the quilt slightly, "So, how did he get in?"

"I got up early and forgot to lock the door when I came back..." Fanlin said helplessly. Meeting Snape made him ignore some unimportant details.

"Okay!" Hermione's breathing was a little rapid, and then she glared at Fanlin with a flushed face, "This is all your fault."

"Blame Harry..."

"Blame you!" Hermione glared at Fanlin again, "Get out!"

"What, I live here!"

"Harry must be in trouble, hurry up, I need to change clothes!" Hermione said, her white and tender feet stretched out from the quilt and kicked Fanlin's back hard, "Hurry up!"

"It's not like I haven't seen it before!"

Fanlin muttered softly, then climbed out of the bed. As soon as he got up, a pillow hit Fanlin's head, "Unless you want to sleep on the floor at night."

"Okay, okay, I'll go out, I'll go out!"

Fanlin rushed out of the room in a panic, and when he turned around, he saw Harry standing at the stairs with embarrassment.

"I thought you were awake..." Harry tried to say, and Fanlin was full of black lines.

"So, why didn't you knock on the door?"

"I reminded you, I rushed up shouting your name all the way..." Harry said, "So, Hermione..."

"Thank you, you don't need to worry about this." Fanlin glared at Harry and said viciously, "She's fine."

"No, I'm just worried about whether I can go to bed tonight."

"If you want, I think Ginny may wait for you to get married." Fanlin said, "Hermione is her best friend, and Ron is her good brother, and I am Ron's good friend, Fred and George's good brother, and one of Ginny's brothers."

"You are not much older than her..." Harry murmured, thinking of Ginny, a feeling of missing came to his mind.

"So, Mr. Harry Potter, if necessary, I think when you get married..."

"Oh, okay, okay, I understand." Harry said quickly. Fanlin's threat was not a joke. Harry had truly experienced how cruel his friend was to those who pissed him off.

For example, Umbridge?

Well, most of the others were no longer here. Just like Dudley's computer game, many people had already started a new round of adventures.

Harry himself was an example, wasn't he?

For example, if Fanlin was pissed off, he would lose Hermione's homework for a long time, and then he would always be beaten black and blue when practicing spells.

It was called deepening the impression, which helped him remember these spells better.

He was hit on the head with a coma spell, then removed, and then repeated the process.

Harry even wondered if his brain matter was shaken evenly, just like potion reagents, they always needed to shake back and forth.

"Very good, Mr. Harry Potter, although it's a little late for me to tell you, I still want to hear why you didn't go downstairs with Ron to find food, but broke into my room so early in the morning." Fan Lin said in a bad tone, while walking downstairs with Harry.

"I was just going to talk about this." Harry rolled his eyes at Fan Lin, concentrating everything he wanted to say on this, "The Death Eaters outside have disappeared. I observed for two hours, but it is true that they are not here." (To be continued)