Chapter 517 Why Is There No Parents' Meeting at Hogwarts?

The most commonly planted plane trees in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city were plane trees. Loren initially thought they were French plane trees. Later, Hermione discovered that the plane trees were not plane trees and did not come from France. The ones planted in the garden were actually a cultivated hybrid. The tree species is a cross-breeding between the American tung tree native to Eurasia and the American tung tree native to North America.

Summer is a lush time, and the green leaves on the treetops are so tender that they drip with water.

Crookshanks opened the car window and looked at the green trees reflected in the cat's eyes, looking happy.

Compared to the castle of Hogwarts and the burrows outside the village, it is more adapted to such streets. With the blood of a cat, it can easily beat up stray cats nearby, and can run wild on the roads and bushes.

The car stopped in front of Granger's house. Bates let the two of them get out of the car early and parked the car in the garage. Loren and Hermione put away the box and knocked on the door empty-handed. Crookshanks followed wisely. , taking small steps, with an unobvious joy on Persimmon's face.

The door opened after just knocking, and Wendell's figure appeared in front of the two of them. His body shape and face were similar to a year ago. If there were any changes, it was probably that there was less hair and the bald area was larger.

"You're back?" Wendell opened his arms to his daughter, "She's taller than when she left last year. Why is it during the Christmas vacation..."

"There is something going on at school during the Christmas vacation." Hermione gave a perfunctory hug, changed her shoes and hurried inside, "Is mom in the kitchen? I have a lot to say to her..."

"..."

Looking at his daughter's back, Wendel sighed melancholy, and then looked at Loren who was smiling next to him, and he felt even more melancholy.

"Long time no see, Mr. Granger..." Loren nodded slightly with a bright smile, "Have you gone fishing recently? How was your harvest?"

"..."

Monica counted the ingredients for the salad, squeezed the mayonnaise into a transparent glass bowl, heard the door open and close, and knew they were back. Before she could hear more sounds, her usually calm daughter hurried into the kitchen and stood behind her.

"I miss you so much, Mom..."

"I miss you too. Wait a moment. Dinner will be ready soon. Tonight..."

Before she could introduce tonight's dishes, a pair of hands had already been wrapped around her waist. Two slender white palms were folded on the apron in front of her, and her little head was pressed against her back, which was a bit annoying.

Monica was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but smile: "Why are you still acting like a child?"

"I'm just a kid."

"Whose child falls in love?"

Hermione was shy for a few seconds, then rubbed her mother's soft and warm back. Her clothes hid the unique smell of cooking fumes from the kitchen, but she never got tired of it. She mumbled in a soft voice: "Falling is falling in love, I Always a mother’s child…”

"I have no problem, but your father was a little unhappy after seeing the letter. Think about how to persuade him."

"No need to convince him, just accept it once he gets used to it."

"..."

Someone is going to be sad.

Monica shook her head and smiled brighter.

Sumptuous dishes were quickly placed on the table. The warm yellow light shone on the cheese mashed potatoes and the browned meat steak. The knife and fork hit the clean white porcelain plate, making a crisp sound, and the smell of mushroom soup spread. , there is a warm smell in every breath.

Crookshanks huddled at Wendell's feet. There were a few fresh fish in the food bowl, and he gnawed all over his face.

The ginger kitten ate contentedly, and Wendell also had a satisfied smile on his face. He put another piece of steak into the food bowl, and then raised his head and asked: "Hermione, this holiday is delayed by two weeks compared to previous years." , will the start of school be postponed? Loren, have you thought about where to go during the summer vacation?”

"The reason for delaying the holiday is because the four schools jointly held a competition. The start time is the same as in previous years. In addition... we may not be able to travel long distances." Loren swallowed the carrot sticks in his mouth and said in a helpless tone, "We are going to go in August. Attending a professor's wedding, plus some changes in the magical world, we have other things to do..."

"The accident? Is it serious? I remember that an accident also happened in New York last year. You even asked us to leave the refuge and hide for almost a week..."

Bates looked at Loren, then turned to look at the increasingly solemn expressions of Wendell and Monica. He frowned and asked, "Loren, Hermione, do wizards like you often encounter misfortunes? Judging from what you have experienced, there seem to be many terrorists in the magical world, who carry out terrorist attacks all over the world every year..."

"It's not wrong to say they are terrorists..." Loren sighed, "A group of guys who call themselves Death Eaters were dispersed more than ten years ago. Recently, their leader has reappeared. Magic in the future will The world may not be stable..."

Bates frowned. Magic and wizards were areas he was completely unfamiliar with. Loren's words made him tangled. Wendell and Monica looked at each other, and the three of them had the same idea.

Let the children drop out of school and stay away from the turbulent and dangerous magical world. The family has the ability to send them to any normal middle school...

But soon, the entanglement between the three of them was broken by Loren: "But don't worry too much, they will be completely wiped out sooner or later, and our principal is the most powerful wizard today and can protect the students of Hogwarts. Hermione and I Min is also capable of protecting his own safety.”

"Really, that's good..."

Bates nodded gently and said nothing more. The Grangers glanced at their daughter's face and suppressed their worries.

The long-awaited dinner returned to a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

…

[Dear Principal Dumbledore: …]

The pen crossed the neat white letter paper, leaving a scented ink mark.

In the quiet Hampstead Garden late at night, on the wooden table by the window of the study, Bates held a valuable fountain pen inlaid with gold wire. The glass window in front of him was open, and Hanhan, a spectacled owl, was standing on the window sill combing his feathers.

Bates pushed the reading glasses on his face. The degree was very low. Werewolf disease made his body function much better than that of ordinary elderly people. He just took them out to wear because he was writing a letter today.

Glasses... The pattern on Hanhan's face really looks like glasses...

"Hiss..."

Another misspelled word, Bates crossed out the previous one, flipped through the large dictionary, and started writing again.

It's really troublesome, why doesn't Hogwarts have a parent-teacher meeting?

I didn't expect the wizard to use such a primitive method to deliver messages. You know, when he was still a young soldier, he could make phone calls on the battlefield. Even without telephone lines, telegrams were faster than letters.

I don't know how the owl found the right place. What if it encountered a cross-border letter, or a letter across the sea...