Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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On Heathgate Road, which crosses Mead Street, it is a street full of green atmosphere. This side street isn't wide, and to be honest, it's a bit short--the one that can be reached in just a few steps.

This is a slightly compact but beautiful residential area.

Most of the houses here are small three-story red brick and brown tiles, and residents are invariably lined with white lattice windows, which adds a bit of fun to the lush greenery here.

Standing on the street and looking north, you can also see the gate of St. Jude's Church with a tapered spire, facing you so straightly, as if you are always ready to welcome the faithful to confession and remorse.

At this point the sun had set, and there were not so many street lights on this street that it looked slightly dim. Hermione dragged her suitcase and walked gently, her gaze drifting quietly beside the houses on both sides of the road.

This Christmas holiday, she was going to spend time in the Burrow or the old Black house-she even sent a letter to the house. But after Makana's inadvertent persuasion, she thought about it and chose to go home.

Granger turned left at the fifth house at the crossroads. Before she could take a few more steps, Hermione had come to her long-lost door.

The window was still lit, presumably the Grangers were enjoying this deserted dinner, which also had no daughters by their side?

They are a pair of very forgiving 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 was now standing in front of the house, and her feelings of affection seemed deeper and deeper.

Hermione was a very opinionated girl, and she was like that since she was a child. Parents usually do not object to what she has to do, because the Grangers feel that their daughter is the best and should be given sufficient trust and encouragement.

Just like this time, even if Hermione said she was going to spend Christmas in her magical world, the Grangers didn't mention half of the objections in the reply.

But now, when Hermione was silently looking at the orange fireplace light from the window, she could finally feel how heavy the love 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 strong love, in a corner called "home", they will still silently expect that the child will return one day.

Hermione, standing at the door, sniffed her frosty nose and blinked.

"... This weather." She mumbled softly.

Just as she regained her spirits and was about to reach out and ring the doorbell, she heard a faint voice coming from the room. Her outstretched hand hesitated, and then stopped in midair.

"... dear, put away the Christmas tree! Didn't Minnie 2's letter say that Christmas isn't coming back this year?" Madam Granger said.

"Oh, let it stay there! Just make up a Christmas for me," Mr. Granger paused. "Dad was too busy when I was a kid, and my mother had to fool me with a tree branch ..."

"Don't take out your old things again and again, and have said so many times, I have long remembered it!" Mrs. Granger's voice sounded a little unhappy, but after a short while, She added, "Let the Christmas tree go there first! Come and help me pack the presents together, and we have to get Owl to send Minnie over!"

"Of course, here it is!" Mr. Granger whispered, "But really, the owl is so smart, it's really unimaginable--"

"They can understand Minnie's words," Mrs. Granger explained to her husband. "Minnie and I mentioned it ... but they don't seem to be able to figure out what we mean, aren't they wonderful?"

"Yeah!" Mr. Granger agreed. "Very wonderful, and ... our daughter is amazing. She can command those wise owls!"

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

"... dear, do we think we should agree with her?" Madam Granger regretted it. "Minnie is so amazing. She should be able to cure the front teeth by her method, not the wire rack we have always insisted on. ? "

"But we're dentists, aren't we?" Mr. Granger said. "We know very well that it's just because the front teeth are a bit long. The appliance is the safest choice."

"Oh ... well, I have to admit, braces really make me feel more at ease ..." Mrs Granger followed, "It's too dangerous to use magic in your mouth ..."

"Yeah!" Said Mr. Granger, and sighed again. "I don't know how Minnie is, I really want to see her!"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Said Mrs. Granger. "But don't sigh. The Minnie who makes us proud 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 hear anymore, because she felt it was too cold outside-her nose was freezing sour.

"Ding ---

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

"Dad!" Hermione let go of the trunk handle 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, and came back." Hermione's head was buried in his father's slightly thin chest, and the thick cotton robe could not completely hide his sloppy ribs. "I miss you "Dad-Mom-"

"Oh, we miss you too--" Mr. Granger's face was full of that unstoppable smile. "Come in! It's so cold outside ... can it be frozen?"

In the surprise look of the Grangers, Hermione came to her living room. The white furniture and white walls show that it has never changed.

Mr. Granger, who grabbed her daughter's luggage, went upstairs with her luggage, and Mrs. Granger hurriedly took her daughter to the fireplace and poured her a cup of hot chocolate to keep her warm.

"Did you have dinner? Haven't eaten yet? Rest assured, the fruit cake has been prepared at home ..." Madam Granger hurriedly said, "I have been thinking, will our little Minnie come back suddenly? Who knows, I am really looking forward to it! "

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

In fact, her parents were very fond of her before going to Hogwarts. It is always a habit to prepare all kinds of delicious food for her before various festivals come.

But somehow, although she feels clearly the same as before, she has an inexplicable feeling coming to her heart.

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

"What's the matter? Dear?" Upon hearing her daughter's wrong voice, Mrs. Granger rushed out of the kitchen again, holding Hermione's shoulders worriedly. "What's wrong? What unpleasant thing happened in school? Anymore? It's okay, with dad and mom, we— "

"No, it's not like that. It's fine in school, I just ..." Hermione pursed her lips and said quietly, "Mom, I actually want to spend Christmas in someone's house, not in my own house ... I'm really too Silly!"

Obviously, Hermione felt extremely guilty about her previous decision.

"Oh ... anywhere, dear," said Mrs. Granger, half-embracing her daughter. "As long as you feel happy, anywhere ...."

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

"Oh—my Minnie really has grown up!" Mr. Granger, who had just left his luggage upstairs, was touched authentically ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Madame Granger, who was tightly held by Hermione, ordered Nodded, agreeing with the tunnel: "Don't you say that? You're almost as tall as me ... It's really exciting!"

"It's just as beautiful as you," Mr. Granger said deliberately.

He seemed to be trying to adjust the atmosphere so that his daughter wouldn't dig into the horns again for this matter. He knew too much about his daughter, and sometimes he became very stubborn, and then he kept thinking about it.

However, he didn't seem to be able to get off the topic this time.

"Really, I didn't think of it—" Hermione hugs Mrs. Granger and said gently, "Any family needs a child's company for Christmas. Otherwise, parents would lose the meaning of decorating the Christmas tree. It's ... "

"Oh dear ... did you hear it outside just now?" Madame Granger said.

"I heard a little ..." Hermione muttered. "But this is not what I said-that's what Maca told me. It seems he's right ... he's always right."

"It's a boy?" Mr Granger's thinking jumped to a tight string at once. "Last time we were there ... um, Diagon Alley? Yes, the one I saw there child?"

"Oh-don't get me wrong!" Hermione hurriedly said, "I and he ... just friends ... at least ... now ..."

"Oh my God!" Mr Granger said in shock, "Dear, our Minnie has grown up!"

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

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