I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

The snow outside is not very heavy.

Hermione lay curled up under the duvet, staring at the snowflakes outside the window for a while, and her mother's cry came from outside the bedroom.

"Get up quickly and eat breakfast on time, otherwise it will be bad for your stomach in the future."

"Know it."

She diligently changed into her pajamas under the quilt, put on wool socks, and had long fluffy hair that was slightly messy. She went to the bathroom to wash in cotton slippers.

When she came to the living room, Mr. Granger had finished his breakfast and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

"Go and have breakfast, and when you're done, you can open the presents."

Hermione suddenly became more energetic at this time, she stepped on her slippers and trotted all the way to the small Christmas tree in her house.

Sure enough, there was a small pile of gifts there.

Mrs. Granger's voice came from the kitchen.

"Hermione! Eat first!"

Hermione responded loudly with dissatisfaction.

"Mom, I don't open presents, I just come to see!"

Saying that, she counted the gift boxes of different sizes under the tree with her fingers.

"Dad's, Mom's, Grandpa's and Grandma's, Grandpa's and Grandpa's, Aunt Percy's, Uncle Coulson's, Uncle Mike's, Cousin Senior's, Nancy's, Helen's..."

After the count was over, she became unhappy.

I stomped my feet and went to the restaurant for breakfast in a huff.

Mr. Granger put down the newspaper and looked strangely at his daughter who was inexplicably losing his temper: "How is it? You have more gifts this year than last year."

The little girl cut the fried egg on the plate into four pieces with a knife.

"It's nothing, it's just that I didn't see a gift from a liar! Thankfully, I even prepared it for him. I want to wait for him to return and give it to him..."

She said more and more quietly, and the Grangers couldn't hear what she was saying.

After breakfast, Hermione unwrapped the gift and it was tasteless.

The gifts the adults gave each year were similar, and her friends at school were no surprise either.

"I'm going out!"

After packing up the unpacked gifts, Hermione changed her shoes in front of the door and greeted loudly.

"Put your gloves and scarf, and a hat, don't run away when you run wild outside!"

"I know, I know!"

The cold air outside made Hermione shrink her neck. She tightened some scarves around her neck, jumped on the spot twice, and then trotted towards the yard next door despite the light snow.

When she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, she skillfully took out a small set of keys from her pocket, and quickly selected one of them to open the courtyard door.

She first ran into the garden to look at Lynn's most precious flowers.

Unfortunately, because of the season, Hermione couldn't keep them, all of them withered in autumn, and now there are only a few dead branches left.

Now there are a few more small earthbags where the flowers were originally planted, which is the tomb of the flowers. She thought that even if the flowers died, she would have to wait for Lynn to come back and give him an explanation, so she dug a few holes and buried the withered flower branches in it. into the ground.

After confirming that the "graves" were not dug up by those mischievous stray dogs, Hermione opened the door and walked into the Lynn's house.

It's still as spotless as when Lynn left.

As she had promised herself, Hermione would come here to clean every week.

At home, my mother always complained that she didn't take the initiative to share the housework, but she was very diligent when cleaning Lynn's house.

Skillfully picking up the mop and skillfully starting from the innermost room on the second floor, Hermione started the week's cleaning.

By the time she was almost done, it was almost noon.

She looked at the clean and neat room, let out a long sigh of relief, then rubbed her slightly flushed face, put on her scarf, hat and gloves again, locked the door of Lin's living room, and walked out of the yard.

When she locked the yard door, she saw the snowflakes piled up in the yard, and she thought that she would come back to clean up the snow in two days, otherwise the lawn of Lynn's house would be finished when it turned into water.

On the way back, thinking about it, the little girl's mood was as unpredictable as the weather in London, and she suddenly became angry again.

She is angry with herself.

After busying around for a long time, someone didn't even deliver the promised gift.

Hermione, Hermione, you are such an idiot!

She came home sulking, and Mrs. Granger was already cooking lunch.

"Where did you go crazy all morning?"

"Nowhere."

Hermione got angrier the more she thought about it, she replied listlessly, and then ran upstairs to her room.

She lay on the bed and buried her face in the quilt. The more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged, and the more she felt wronged, the more she wanted to cry.

Just as she was pouting and about to cry secretly with red eyes, a knocking sound suddenly came from outside the bedroom window.

Hermione held back her tears and turned her head to look out the window.

An owl was staring at her through the glass.

Seeing that the little girl noticed herself, it pecked the window glass with its front beak again.

Hermione was a little surprised at first, but then she got excited again.

Because she saw the small but shrewdly packaged gift box under the owl's talons.

She immediately flew to the window and opened the window for the owl to let it fly in.

The owl from Hogwarts shook the snowflakes on its wings very elegantly outside the window, and then flew into Hermione's room and threw the gift box into the little girl's hand.

Hermione couldn't wait to open the gift box.

Sure enough, as she expected, this gift was sent to her by Lynn.

Inside is a pendant, hanging a very small crystal ball, there is a castle in the crystal ball, and like the weather outside, magical snowflakes are also floating in the crystal ball.

"Ho, Hogwarts?" Hermione brought the crystal ball in front of her, and finally could see the sign on the castle clearly.

At the bottom of the gift box, there is also a note left by Lynn, which reads:

This is your future castle.

Seeing this sentence, Hermione's face suddenly turned a little red, she felt that Lynn was praising her as a princess in a different way.

Oil cavity slip!

She secretly cursed in her heart, then couldn't help but glanced at the pendant in her hand, and happily took it around her neck.

The owl that came from afar hovered above Hermione's head for a long time, watching the little girl giggling for a while and getting angry, feeling that she didn't mean to give herself a little hard work, and could not help but fly out of her room angrily.

Hermione was rolling on the bed holding the pendant at this time, not even caring when the owl was gone.

After a while, she felt that she was a little too excited, and she couldn't help scolding herself again in her heart:

Hermione, Hermione, you are such an idiot!