Chapter 461 Miss Granger's Guilt

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The Heathgart Road, which intersects with Mead Street, is a street full of green atmosphere. It's not a wide street, and, to be honest, it's a bit short--the kind you can walk to the end of.

This is a slightly compact, but beautiful residential area.

Most of the houses here are small three-storey houses with red bricks and brown tiles, and the residents invariably have white lattice windows, which adds a bit of interest to the greenery here.

Standing on the street and looking north, you can still see the gate of St. Jude Church with a conical spire, facing you so straight, it seems that it is always ready to welcome devout believers to confess and repent.

At this time, the sun had already set, and there were not many street lights on this street, so it looked a little dim. Hermione walked lightly dragging the suitcase, her eyes wandering quietly around the houses on both sides of the road.

She had planned to spend this Christmas holiday at The Burrow, or Black's old house—she had even delivered letters home. But under Maka's inadvertent persuasion, she thought about it and chose to go home.

Granger's house was the fifth house on the left at the crossroads. Before she could take a few more steps, Hermione came to her long-lost door 1.

The lights were still on in the windows, presumably the Grangers were enjoying this deserted dinner without the company of their daughter?

They are a very caring parents, and there is no doubt that they love their daughter deeply. Of course Hermione knew that, and she loved them too.

But after Maca's inadvertent reminder, she is now standing in front of the house, and the feeling of family affection seems to be getting deeper and deeper.

Hermione is a very independent girl, she has been like this since she was a child. Parents usually don't object to what she wants to do, because the Grangers feel that their daughter is the best, and they should give her enough trust and encouragement.

Just like this time, even if Hermione said that she would spend Christmas in her wizarding world, the Grangers did not mention half a word of objection in their reply.

But now, when Hermione quietly looked at the orange fireplace light coming from the window, she could finally truly feel how heavy the love contained in that trust was.

All normal parents hope to watch their children grow up every day. Even if they can choose to release their children for the sake of strong love, in a corner called "home", they will still silently expect that their children will return one day.

Hermione, who was standing at the door, twitched her reddened nose and blinked her eyes.

"...the weather." She muttered softly.

Just as she regained her spirits and was about to reach out to ring the doorbell, she heard a faint conversation in the room. Her outstretched hand hesitated for a moment, then stopped in mid-air.

"...Honey, put away the Christmas tree! Didn't Minnie 2 say in her letter that she won't be back this Christmas?" Mrs. Granger said.

"Oh, let's leave it there! Think of it as a make-up Christmas for me," Mr. Granger paused. "My father was too busy when I was young, so my mother had to fool me with a tree branch..."

"Stop rambling about your old stories, I've said it so many times, I've already remembered it!" Mrs. Granger sounded a little unhappy, but only after a while, Then she added, "Let's put the Christmas tree there first! Come and help me pack the presents, and we have to send the owl to Minnie!"

"Of course, of course, here we come!" Mr. Granger repeated, "But to be honest, it's hard to imagine that an owl is so smart——"

"They can understand what Minnie says," Mrs. Granger explained for her husband, "Minnie and I mentioned it... but they don't seem to understand us, it's amazing,

isn't it? "

"Yes!" Mr. Granger agreed. "It's wonderful, and... our daughter is amazing, she can command those clever owls!"

At this point, Mrs. Granger seemed to hesitate, and the conversation in the room paused for a moment.

"...Honey, I think we should agree with her?" Mrs. Granger said regretfully, "Minnie is so amazing, she should be able to fix her front teeth with her method, not the wire frame we have been insisting on ?”

"But we are dentists, aren't we?" Mr. Granger said. "We know very well that it's just because the front teeth are a little bit out of the way, and aligners are the safest choice."

"Oh... well, I have to admit that braces really make me feel more at ease..." Mrs. Granger also followed, "Magic in the mouth sounds too dangerous..."

"Yes!" Mr. Granger said, and sighed slightly again, "I don't know how Minnie is, I really want to take a good look at her!"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Mrs. Granger said, "But don't sigh, the Minnie we are proud of can take good care of herself... As long as she is happy, we parents can do whatever..."

"Oh--"

Hermione, who was standing outside, couldn't listen anymore, because she thought it was too cold outside - so cold that her nose was panting.

"Ding dong—"

The crisp sound of the doorbell interrupted the casual chat of the Grangers. They were probably a little confused, and the door was soon opened by Mr. Granger.

"Dad!" Hermione let go of the handle of the suitcase and hugged her father.

"Oh! Minnie?" Mr. Granger said in surprise, "Why are you back? Didn't the letter say—"

"Dad, I...I thought about it, but I'm back." Hermione's head was buried in her father's thin chest, and the thick cotton nightgown could not completely hide his emaciated ribs, "I miss you , father—mother—"

"Oh, we miss you too—" Mr. Granger had that unstoppable smile on his face, "Come in! It's cold outside...is it freezing?"

Under the surprised eyes of the Grangers, Hermione came to her living room. The white furniture and white walls show that this place has never changed.

Mr. Granger, who snatched his daughter's luggage, went upstairs with the suitcase, while Mrs. Granger hurriedly dragged her daughter to sit in front of the fireplace, and poured her a cup of hot chocolate to warm her up.

"Have you had dinner? Haven't you eaten yet? Don't worry, fruit cakes are already prepared at home..." Mrs. Granger hurriedly said, "I've been wondering if our little Missy will come back suddenly ! Who knows, I really hoped to come back!"

"Oh... Mom." Hermione felt like she couldn't speak.

In fact, before going to Hogwarts to enroll, her parents doted on her very much. It has always been a habit to prepare all kinds of delicious food for her before various festivals come.

But for some reason, although the feeling now is obviously the same as before, she has an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

"Mom, I...I..."

"What's the matter? My dear?" Mrs. Granger rushed out of the kitchen again when she heard her daughter's voice was wrong, and held Hermione's shoulder worriedly, "What's the matter? Did something unpleasant happen at school?" Is it? It's all right, with Mom and Dad here, we-"

"No, that's not the case. The school is very good, I just..." Hermione pursed her lips, and said softly, "Mom, I want to spend Christmas at someone else's house instead of my own... I'm too scared Silly!"

Obviously, Hermione felt extremely guilty about her previous decision.

"Oh...anywhere, my dear." Mrs. Granger half hugged her daughter and said, "As long as you feel happy, anywhere..."

"No, no..." Hermione shook her head and said, "I understand now, I will be truly happy if my parents are happy..."

"Oh—our Minnie has really grown up!" Mr. Granger, who had just finished packing his luggage upstairs, said with emotion.

Mrs. Granger, who was hugged tightly by Hermione, nodded and said in agreement: "Didn't you say that? She's almost as tall as me... It's really pleasing!"

"Still as beautiful as you." Mr. Granger deliberately teased.

He seemed to want to adjust the atmosphere, so that his daughter would not go into a corner because of this matter again. He understands his daughter too well, and sometimes she will always become very stubborn, and then keep thinking about it.

However, he didn't seem to be able to change the subject successfully this time.

"Really, I never thought—" Hermione hugged Mrs. Granger and said softly, "Any family needs the company of children for Christmas. Otherwise, parents will lose the meaning of decorating the Christmas tree It's..."

"Oh, honey... did you hear it outside?" Mrs. Granger said.

"I overheard a bit..." Hermione muttered, "but I didn't say that - Maca told me, and it seems he's right...he's always right."

"Is it a boy?" Mr. Granger's thoughts suddenly jumped to a tense string. "The last time we were in that... um, Diagon Alley? Yes, the one I saw there child?"

"Oh—don't get me wrong!" Hermione said hurriedly, "He and I...are just friends...at least...for now..."

"My God!" Mr. Granger said in surprise, "Honey, our Minnie has really grown up!"

Hermione opened her mouth, she instinctively wanted to deny it, but she didn't seem to want to deny it. After a moment of hesitation, she still shook her head.

"No!" Hermione said, "at least not yet... but... I won't let him escape! Definitely!" Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.