Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hermione thought that Christmas this year might make her feel lonely. But she never expected that she would be "lively" to such an extent during this holiday ...

London, suburb of Hampstead Gardens.

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

Although she doesn't know exactly what happened in London today, she understands that this is the first time that the magic world and the Muggle world have met directly in recent years.

"Dear, then ... do you know what those things are?"

"Dad, can you see it too?"

Hermione was surprised when he heard his father standing next to him. But soon, she suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and smiled barely.

"I don't know, maybe ... are some magical creatures who broke into the city by mistake?" She pursed her lips slowly and said, "Sometimes it ’s like this, but it's okay, the British Ministry of Magic will try to deal with it . "

Her parents had accompanied her to the magical world earlier, including Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, so although they did not know much about these magical worlds, they had at least a preliminary impression.

In their hearts, the world in which their daughter lived seemed to be always sunny and peaceful, so they didn't have any resistance to Hermione going to Hogwarts to be a little witch.

But if they let them know that the danger of the magic world is sometimes not less than that of war ... Hermione felt that she would probably not be allowed to return to Hogwarts to complete her studies thereafter?

As a result, Hermione never told those bad experiences with her family, but put them all in her heart.

Unfortunately, if we continue to do so today, paper will sooner or later be unable to catch fire.

"Dad, mom--"

Suddenly, Hermione turned her head and shouted at her mother who was still working on the kitchen side.

"This Christmas holiday has just begun. I think it would be better for our family to go on a tour ... Do you guys say OK?"

"Oh, of course," Mr. Granger next to her looked back from the sky in the center of the city, and patted her daughter's shoulder pettifully. "Seriously, I already wanted to mention it to you, But ... well, you know, I didn't feel very good when you came back before, so I haven't told you yet! "

"It's okay, I'm in a good mood--" Hermione said, but she quickly shook her head again. "Oh, okay! Honestly, there are some things that really confuse me ... so dad, I think I need Take it easy. "

While trying to make herself seem less eager, she tried to keep herself from looking out the window while making excuses.

For Hermione, the most thankful thing now is that their home is far from the city center, but they don't fall into some possible crisis at once.

Simply put, she may still have a chance to let her parents leave.

"Relaxing ... yes," Mr. Granger nodded. "Life will always be a little stressful. Since we can't avoid them all, we have to find ways to eliminate them-I always think that in A picnic party during the holidays is a good choice. "

He thought about it and then said, "Dear, where do you want to go? This will decide for us whether we should book a ticket or a train ticket-"

"Oh, no," Hermione heard, suddenly posing a mysterious look. "Dad, don't use planes and trains ... this time I want to show you what the wizard's journey is like."

Mr. Granger was surprised when he heard her say:

"Is this ... okay? I remember you can't seem to do this?"

As a pure Muggle, Mr. Granger probably lacks as much common sense in the magical world as Victor Jr., who is in the San Mungo Magic Hospital. But when it comes to his daughter, he is no longer just a Muggle, but the father of a minor witch.

Regarding the provisions of the International Secrecy Law, he has some provisions that are even clearer than Hermione remembers-after all, that is a law that must be followed in the magic world. Once their daughter is harmed by their fault, it is He is a father of negligence.

However, this time the nature is different.

"No problem, Dad!" Hermione hugged her father lightly. "You are my immediate family, within the scope allowed by the regulations-just don't let others see it."

"Is that right?"

Hermione was recognized as a "smart guy" by Hogwarts, but her father, Mr. Granger, was not stupid.

For his daughter, he can be said to know too much. In just a few words, he felt something strange in Hermione's discourse, and before long he secretly hesitated.

"... dear, are you ... what's the matter?"

Mr. Granger leaned on Hermione's shoulder, looked her over carefully, and then said seriously:

"Listen, if something makes you feel uncomfortable, let's say it. Both my mother and I will listen to you and take care of you-"

"No, I'm fine." Hermione shook her head quickly. "Dad, I'm really fine-I just want you to experience the life of a wizard, too."

She just wanted her parents to stay away from danger without realizing it.

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

"Are those things flying in the sky?"

Recalling a bit, Mr. Granger discovered a detail:

Hermione suddenly seemed strange after standing at the window for a while. Before that, she hadn't talked too much, and never mentioned that she was going to travel or anything.

"What the **** is that?"

Mr. Granger was about to turn his head and look out the window again, but Hermione pulled the curtains up. Without the outdoor light, the living room suddenly became much darker.

"No ... uh, I mean, nothing looks good."

Of course she couldn't explain her behavior, but those creatures that looked like dementors were obviously not good. Most of the dark creatures in the magic world are weird. Who knows if Muggles will see too many problems?

Hermione's move was obviously a bit abrupt to Mr. Granger.

"My dear, what happened? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing, then--"

Hermione tried to find another reason, but this fact came suddenly, she didn't know what to say for a while.

Helplessly, she subconsciously stretched her hand to her sleeve, but found that she felt empty.

Hermione had long been accustomed to hiding her wand in her sleeve, but now she was wearing ordinary Muggle costumes, and naturally it was impossible to plug her wand in the old place.

"wait for me."

After all, she hurried up the stairs and returned to her room in an instant.

Really, if she could give her more time, she would be able to handle this matter. But now, she might not just need an excuse to "travel."

Yes, maybe you have to use a forgetting spell!

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

Leaning against the door, Hermione glanced at Crook Mountain lying on the bed, her heart filled with confusion. But now, no matter how confused, she had to do something.

Sighing secretly, she picked Crook Mountain off the quilt, and then ran towards the first floor with a wand stuck in a pen holder.

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

...

This Christmas holiday, Harry did not go to Uncle Vernon's house, but went to the burrow in Devon, England from the beginning.

For him, being able to live in the Weasley family, where everyone is very warm and friendly, obviously makes him much happier.

But speaking of it, Harry had been trying to get rid of the family he hated in the past few years, but it never seemed to be very successful.

At first, even if the godfather Sirius was suddenly added, he just brought him to Hogsmeade village justified.

But I don't know when it started, he was stumbled to find that some kind of restraint that prevented him from leaving Dursley's house disappeared.

"Harry, mother just baked apple pie, come and try it!"

Just like yesterday, Mr. Weasley was going to work in the Ministry of Magic during the day-this year is very busy, and the Christmas break was only for three days. Last night Ron's dad was complaining that he should give more people to work overtime. Bonus or something ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ So outside of Ron's mother in this house, there are only Ron, Harry and Ginny. As for the other brothers, even the twins of Living Treasure have stepped into their own lives.

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

"Ron, is Percy still awake?"

Harry picked up a pie from the plate and asked as if he had thought of it, but Ron blocked his mouth with a pie.

"Oh! Oh ... Hot!"

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen. "Eat slowly, this is just baked!"

"Know!" Ron responded in stead of Harry, then lowered his voice. "Harry, don't mention Percy-especially don't mention it in front of Mom!"

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

"Oh, sorry……"

No matter how hard Harry could understand it, he just blurted out just now.

"Then you say ... would you like Maca to see Percy again? Maybe this time has passed and the situation has improved?"

When Ron heard it, he just wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

"Ron, go open the door!" Mrs. Weasley shouted immediately.

"Okay!" He busily stood up on the sofa, and said to Harry by the way, "Wait a minute, then say a moment-I'll see who it is."

Soon, as the door to the Burrow squeaked open, Harry followed Ron's surprised voice.

"Hermione?"

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