Chapter 925 The Granger House on the Brink of Disaster

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

London, suburb of Hampstead Gardens.

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

Although she still doesn't know exactly what happened in London today, she understands that this is the first direct meeting 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?"

Hearing the question from her father standing beside her, Hermione was immediately very surprised. But soon, she suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and forced a smile.

"I don't know, maybe... some magical creatures that broke into the city by mistake?" She pursed her lips and said slowly, "It happens 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 wizarding world earlier, including Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, so although she didn't know much about these things in the wizarding world, at least she had a preliminary impression.

And in their hearts, the world where their daughter lived seemed to be sunny and peaceful all the time, so they didn't have any objection to Hermione going to Hogwarts to be a little witch.

But if you let them know that the magic world is sometimes as dangerous as war... Hermione thinks that she probably won't be allowed to return to Hogwarts to complete her future studies, right?

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

It's a pity that if things go on like this, sooner or later the paper won't be able to contain the fire.

"Dad, Mom—"

Suddenly, Hermione turned her head and called out 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 go on a trip... Do you think it's okay?"

"Oh, of course." Mr. Granger beside her turned his head from the sky over the city center, patting the shoulder of his good daughter lovingly, "To be honest, I've wanted to mention it to you a long time ago, But... well, you know, when you came back, I felt that you were not in a very good 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 again. "Oh, well! To be honest, there are things that really confuse me... so Dad, I think I need to Relax."

She made excuses, tried to appear less eager, 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 won't be caught in some possible crisis all of a sudden.

In short, she might still have a chance to get her parents to leave.

"Let's relax...that's right," Mr. Granger said, nodding his head. "There will always be some pressures in life. Since we can't avoid them all, we have to find ways to eliminate them—I always feel that in It would be a good choice to have a picnic during the holidays.”

He thought for a while, and then said, "Honey, where do you want to go? This will help us decide whether we should book air tickets or train tickets—"

"Oh, no." Hermione suddenly put on a mysterious look when she heard this, "Dad, don't use planes and trains... This time I want to show you what it's like to travel as a wizard."

When Mr. Granger heard what she said, he was immediately surprised and said:

"Is...will it be okay? I remember you can't do this, right?"

As a pure Muggle, Mr. Granger probably lacks as much common sense in the wizarding world as little Victor in St. Mungo's Hospital. But when it came to his daughter, he was no longer just a Muggle, but the father of a teenage witch.

As for the regulations in the "International Statute of Secrecy", he even remembered some provisions more clearly than Hermione - after all, they are all laws that must be followed in the wizarding world,

Once his own daughter was harmed because of their fault, it would be his father's negligence.

This time, however, the nature was different.

"It's okay, Dad!" Hermione put her arms around her father gently, "You are my immediate family, within the scope of the regulations - as long as you don't let others see it."

"Is that right?"

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

For his own daughter, he can be said to know too well. After only a few words, he felt something strange in Hermione's words, so he secretly hesitated after a while.

"...Honey, do you...have something on your mind?"

Mr. Granger held Hermione's shoulders, looked her over carefully, and said seriously:

"Listen, if there's something that makes you feel uncomfortable, it's better to say it. My mother and I will listen to you carefully 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 wanted to keep her parents away from danger without realizing it.

But who knows, even the dullest parents will become sharper when facing their children.

"Is it the things that fly in the sky?"

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

After Hermione stood at the window for a while, she suddenly looked a little strange. Before that, she didn't talk too much, and she never mentioned traveling or anything.

"What the hell is that?"

Mr. Granger was about to turn his head to look out the window again, but Hermione drew the curtains behind him. Without the light from the outside, the living room suddenly became much darker.

"No... uh, I mean, nothing to see."

Of course she couldn't explain her actions, but those dementor-like creatures were clearly not a good thing. Most of the dark creatures in the wizarding world are weird, who knows if there will be problems if Muggles see too much?

Hermione's actions seemed a bit abrupt to Mr. Granger.

"Honey, what the hell happened? Did something happen?"

"No, it's nothing, then—"

Hermione tried to find another reason to come, but this time it came a bit suddenly, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

In desperation, she subconsciously stretched her hand towards her sleeve, only to find that it was empty.

Hermione had long been used to hiding her wand in her sleeve, but now that she was wearing ordinary Muggle attire, it was naturally impossible to tuck her wand in the old place.

"Wait me a moment."

After finishing speaking, she hurried to the stairs and returned to her room in a blink of an eye.

Really, if she had been given more time, she would have been able to take care of this matter. But now, she might not just need to find an excuse to "travel".

Yes, maybe an Oblivion Charm is needed!

"What happened... Dad, to be honest, I want to know more than you!"

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

Sighing secretly, she lifted Crookshanks from the quilt, and then ran to the first floor with the wand stuck in the pen holder.

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

...

This Christmas holiday, Harry didn't go to live at Uncle Vernon's house, but went to the Burrow in Devon, England from the very beginning.

It was obviously much happier for him to be living at the Weasleys' house, where everyone was so warm and friendly.

But speaking of it, Harry has been trying to get rid of that disgusting family for the past few years, but it seems that he has never been very successful.

Even if Sirius, the godfather, was suddenly added, what brought him was nothing more than being able to go to Hogsmeade village justifiably.

But he didn't know when it started, but he was dazedly aware that some kind of shackles that intended to prevent him from leaving the Dursleys' house suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Harry, mom just baked the apple pie, come and taste it!"

Same as yesterday, Mr. Weasley was going to work at the Ministry of Magic during the day - the Ministry was very busy this year, and the Christmas holiday was only for three days. Last night, Ron's father was complaining that he should give more pay to those who worked overtime. Bonuses or something.

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

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

"Ron, is Percy still awake?"

Harry picked up a piece of pie from the plate and asked as if suddenly thinking of it, but Ron blocked his mouth with a piece of pie.

"Oh! Oh... it's hot!"

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

"Got it!" Ron answered in Harry's place, and then lowered his voice, "Harry, don't mention Percy—especially don't mention it in front of Mom!"

When he said this, even Ron, who had always been big-hearted, couldn't help sighing.

"Oh, sorry……"

No matter how stubborn Harry was, he could more or less understand the truth. He just blurted it out without paying attention just now.

"Then you say...do you want Maca to visit Percy again? Maybe the situation has improved after so long?"

After Ron heard it, he was about to say something, but suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

"Ron, open the door!" Mrs. Weasley yelled immediately.

"Okay!" He hurriedly stood up on the sofa, and said to Harry by the way, "Wait a minute, we'll talk later—I'll go and see who it is."

Soon, the Burrow door opened with a creak, and Harry heard Ron's surprised voice.

"Hermione?"

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