A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Fred's plan failed, and the atmosphere was active by someone else.

Of course, Warren didn't know it himself, so he enthusiastically showed the Grangers around the rooms. "I remember the house was built on a cliff the last time I came," said Mr. Granger with a lingering fear.

"That was a mistake," recalls Felix. "There were a lot of seabirds nesting there."

"I thought it was because the front door was facing the cliff," said Mr. Granger. No, Felix thought, that's the essence of the design. He deliberately placed two chairs at the door facing the sea, but it's a pity that cleaning up bird droppings is a big problem. There are too many immoral birds.

Mrs. Granger stared at Warren's cradle in a daze, which contained all kinds of Warren's equipment, small hats, active capes, exclusive wands, and bedtime storybooks.

"Well prepared," she said oddly.

Hermione said positively: "There was a fish tank before—" "Having small fish?" Mr. Granger asked curiously. "Oh, uh," Hermione was suddenly flustered, "you know the Lake Selma monster, right? It looks about the same, just a little smaller..."

Mr. Granger murmured noncommittally, "I read in the papers that it's depressed and unacceptable."

"Maybe I'm homesick, Norway is far from here." Felix smacking his lips.

"Makes sense," said Mr. Granger.

During the meal, Felix and Hermione introduced the Grangers to the many attractions on the island, and the Grangers mentioned the recent changes in London, "A lot of people are waiting to watch the TV broadcast." The venue has been improved several times and can only accommodate up to 500,000 people. There is still magic involved. So some people can only watch one or two games, but the carnival during the World Cup is really good..."

The four plus Warren were full and chatting lazily, and Mr. Granger got up from the dining table and came to the living room window.

"What's this?" Mr. Granger looked at the beautifully shaped jars on the shelf with interest. The bottom of the bottle was covered with a light layer of fine sand. He felt that these silver particles must be mixed with some interesting magic. It seems to breathe.

"It's a memory." Hermione came over and said, holding up a grain of sand, the cork unscrewed automatically, and the silver sand slid down the neck of the bottle, and the shadows of Felix and Hermione flashed past. .

"Did you go to sweep the grave?" asked Mr. Granger in surprise. He vaguely saw a tombstone but couldn't read the writing on it.

"Well," Hermione said softly, "to meet a... complicated person."

It was the seclusion place that Grindelwald had chosen for himself. One day, when Felix was studying time magic, he saw the picture of Grindelwald's last period in the mirror, and he suggested to Hermione to go there and take a look. The surrounding scenery is pleasant. The two erected a stele, and then used magic to hide the stele.

When Hermione and Mr. Granger returned to the dining room, they brought back some desserts, while Felix and Mrs. Granger were still chatting, and Hermione sat down beside him. "What are you talking about?" Mrs Granger immediately shut up. Felix grabbed Hermione's hand and wrote in her palm. Hermione struggled to make out the first letter was B, the second was A, and halfway through the third, her cheeks turned crimson.

"We're not in a hurry about the child for the time being. It's not too late to be born again at the age of sixty." Felix said solemnly.

The Grangers gasped in shock. Hermione glared at him, "Of course not until sixty."

"We can help take care of the children," Mrs. Granger said hurriedly, still having a terrifying voice echoing in her head 'Sixty...sixty...' She stabbed her husband in the ribs with her elbow, Mr. Lanjie said seriously: "Yes, since you are usually busy..."

"I had a serious discussion with Hermione about this, just recently," Felix said.

"But there isn't even a parenting book in the study," said Mrs. Granger.

"Actually there are." Felix said, winking, when Warren called from the sofa, pulled out a copy of "Parenting Book" from his pocket, and took out a pair of glasses to put on himself. , look at it pretentiously.

The Grangers were stunned.

"You guys are planning to give your child to a sniff in the future?"

"...The answer is wrong." Felix said seriously: "Warren is imitating, I don't know if you realize that Warren's body is about the same size as a baby; Hermione sometimes uses it to practice, I secretly saw it I've..." He stopped talking. Hermione's fingers were already wearing 'buffalo power'.

“After dinner drinks!”

Felix snapped his fingers happily, and four cocktails and a glass of juice immediately appeared in the air. He pushed the juice with a straw to Warren, and then asked enthusiastically: "Anyone want to add cherries or lemon slices? "

"I like cherries." Mr. Granger was distracted. "Can I have a small spoon to eat?"

...

After the Grangers were settled, Felix and Hermione lay on the bed, and the scene in the house changed the moment they fell. They were lying on the grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and the breeze was blowing at their feet.

"I'm so tired."

"It's okay, it's all under control."

"Including the "Parenting Collection"?"

"Cough, my common topic with them is you. The first time we met formally, we talked about your childhood and school days. The second meeting revolved around the dental health of wizards and magical animals. The effect was the most effective. Well...because I gave a moving dragon skull, your father seems to like it..."

"Yeah, he couldn't put it down, he wanted to live in it at night," Hermione said with a smile, "although Mom wasn't too happy."

"This tells us a truth, there are gains and losses." Felix said with a stern face. Hermione laughed so hard that her hair fell, and she pulled it back in when she laughed enough to find Felix staring at her earlobe in a daze.

"...does it look good?"

"As beautiful as the Book of Rune."

Hermione blinked.

"Is it my rune book, or yours?"

"This is..."

A leaf fell from the sky, and Felix reached out to catch it, turning it into a pair of earrings for Hermione to wear.

"...There's no need to compare it now."

Hermione supported Felix's chest with one hand, and the gorgeous rune symbols spread at her fingertips. Felix's home clothes turned into a tuxedo, and she pulled Felix up from the grass." Want a dance, Professor?" she asked, the vision shattered, and the two stood by the bed in the bedroom.

"It's too small here." In the next second, the two disappeared from the room.

After a while, Varen walked in with short legs and stared at the empty bedroom in a daze. These two guys ran away again, where did they go this time? A string of names of secret bases flashed by, desert, rainforest, seabed, moon, interior of floating island... But it depends on what they want to do. If it is a fight, archmage and wizards close to the level of archmage have many choices. Desert, moon and space.

Felix and Hermione's month on Mars was not all about staring at the stars or discussing magic dryly. As the only wizards in the world with a Book of Rune, one of them is still stepping on the threshold of perception, confirming magic There's only one way: to cast magic hundreds of times without reservation.

Warren sat in the door angrily, took out the parenting book, and started taking notes.

Hogwarts.

Hermione, in a bright goose-yellow evening dress, looked around with wide eyes, and Felix was gone. As she walked up the stairs, there was a thud in the air, and a dwarf floated in the air, Peeves, and Hermione couldn't help laughing when she saw him.

It seemed to her that Peeves had been forced to change clothes, a bit like the housekeeper dress Dobby liked to wear, Peeves looked downcast, evil dark eyes trying to shine with sincerity, holding an invitation card in his hand .

"This beautiful lady, are you lost?" he read the lines.

"Oh, um—" said Hermione cheerfully, "yes."

Peeves cursed in a low voice, then immediately pretended to be surprised, "What a coincidence, there's a dance around here, if you'd like—" His expression was clearly expecting Hermione to say no, but Hermione smiled. He said, "Thank you, Peeves, for helping me lead the way."

Peeves hopped downstairs and followed Hermione, pulling her skirt.

Approaching the auditorium, melodious and melodious music faintly appeared, Hermione took a deep breath and walked in. It was full of people.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

"I don't know if I can accept the title," said Dumbledore's memory happily. "I was listening to chamber music in classroom seven when Felix suddenly appeared and asked me if I wanted to go to a dance."

Through that young face, Hermione seemed to see a wise old man with a white beard, she showed an expression of memory: "Anyway, you gave me the most important advice, it is an incredible treasure for me ."

"Huh?" Dumbledore's memory tone was slightly curious.

"You told me that harnessing my magic is as important as knowing myself, and you told me to follow my heart," Hermione said softly, and Dumbledore smiled. "Where the treasure is, there is the heart." "That's right. ." Hermione walked towards the center of the auditorium, where it was now refurbished, the golden dance floor extending to the feet of every guest from Room 7, who stomped on the floor with curiosity.

Two ghosts floated through the air.

"I heard that the 426th Quidditch World Cup is being prepared outside."

"It's really enviable, I have participated in 322 sessions..."

Felix and Hermione looked at each other through the shadow of the ghost, Felix stretched out a hand and led Hermione onto the dance floor. Hermione was in a trance, and she didn't understand the deja vu until the two danced together on the dance floor—at the fourth-grade warrior dance, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, on Mars, and two years ago when they belonged. At their wedding, every time they dance, it represents a further step in their relationship.

"How long can we dance?" Hermione whispered.

"About a thousand years," Felix said. "I think."