Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"Hermione, we need to talk, after we get home."

Mr. Granger fastened his seat belt, turned the key, and with the roar of the engine, looked at Hermione sitting peacefully in the back seat through the rearview mirror and said softly.

Hermione didn't reply, just nodded, knowing in her heart what her father was going to say to him.

As parents of wizards, they are able to obtain some information about the wizarding world, such as the "Daily Prophet", which has appeared on the dining table of the Granger family every day since she was in school.

Perhaps Mr. Granger didn't know many of the people there, but he knew at least one person.

That guy had lived at Granger's house for almost a month.

After returning home in silence, Hermione silently dragged her luggage from the trunk, opened the door, put the luggage aside and sat on the sofa. After a while, Mr. Granger came in after parking the car, and

Mrs. Granger sat side by side on the coffee table in front of Hermione.

"Hermione, dear, Dad needs to know, is that bastard really who he said in the newspaper?" Mr. Granger looked at Hermione with a solemn expression, while Mrs. Granger next to her nervously clasped her hands and rubbed them.

Clothes with collars.

"I can't say, Dad." Hermione shook her head.

Mr. Granger frowned, was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Is it because we can't know the answer?"

Hermione didn't make any reaction, her eyes looked directly at Mr. Granger, very clear and pure. Mr. Granger nodded slightly and asked: "So Hermione, have you made your decision?"

?about……"

"Yes." Before Mr. Granger could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Hermione. She stood up directly, picked up her luggage and walked to the stairs. She took a step and stopped again.

"I love you, do you know that?"

"Yes, dear, we know." Mr. Granger tried to appear calm, but Mrs. Granger had tears in her eyes.

Hermione smiled, turned her head, ran upstairs, and slammed the door. But Mrs. Granger downstairs could no longer hold back, sobbing softly and bursting into tears.

It quickly soaked the skirt on her knees.

Today's magical world is in turmoil, and the threat of the Dark Lord is lurking in the dark. No one can tell what it will be like tomorrow. But for people like Hermione, Harry, and Ron who have personally experienced the battle of the Department of Mysteries.

In other words, the answer is obvious.

Darkness is coming, and everyone must be prepared in advance. The timid will seek shelter, but those with a righteous heart have awakened.

No matter they were forced or whatever, they were ready.

Neville, who followed old Mrs. Longbottom out of King's Cross Station, put his luggage home and went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies as in previous years.

It had become a habit, ever since he was very young, and he spent far more time at St. Mungo's than he did at home.

He still lowered his head. Even though he was now much taller than grandma, he still acted like a child who had not yet grown up in front of her. This was almost engraved in his bones.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Mrs. Longbottom naturally sat on the small chair she usually sat on, right between the two hospital beds. On the left was her son, and on the right was her daughter-in-law.

The son was still lying there with his eyes closed and sleeping, but the daughter-in-law was sitting on the bed. She smiled happily when she saw Neville come in. She took something out of her pocket and stuffed it directly into Neville's hand, then smiled with satisfaction.

It was very kind and warm, but Neville knew that her mind was still empty and that action was just subconscious.

I spread my hands, and sure enough, it was the candy wrapper, the same candy wrapper that had never changed in more than ten years.

Smiling and nodding, she spread out the candy wrapper, picked up the non-existent piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth, squinted her eyes and gave a thumbs up, then used magic to restore it when she wasn't paying attention and let it come back to her.

in pocket.

At this time, Mrs. Longbottom, who was watching all this, nodded with satisfaction, as if appreciating Neville's behavior.

Neville was used to it. He sat beside his father's bed, resting his elbows on his knees and lowering his head naturally.

"I saw her." After a while, Neville said softly. His voice was very low, but it was enough to be heard clearly in this quiet ward.

"She? Who?" Before Mrs. Longbottom could react, Neville continued, "Bellatrix Lestrange, the person who caused me and them to be like this."

Mrs. Longbottom's dim old eyes suddenly narrowed and then slowly opened again. She did not speak, but listened to Neville talking as if talking to himself.

"In the Department of Mysteries, we were attacked by Death Eaters, and I saw her there, exactly like the photo in the newspaper, just as crazy."

"They were chasing after me, and we were running in front. The spells were flying around, and we had no idea what spells would fall on us in the next second."

"I fought with her, but I was no match for her. I was knocked down by her. She pointed her wand at me and wanted to give me the Cruciatus Curse as well."

"I saw it in her eyes, she would really do that."

Neville's head hung low, almost buried between his arms. At this time, Mrs. Longbottom spoke.

"Then are you scared? Are you shrinking?"

"No!" Neville raised his head sharply, and even though there were some tears in his eyes, he did not flinch and looked directly into Mrs. Longbottom's eyes, "I just... just have some regrets..."

"Regret? Regret what?"

"I regret why I don't have the power of Hermione or Harry. Why don't I work harder so that I can defeat her and give my parents..."

"revenge?"

"Crack!"

Mrs. Longbottom stood up suddenly and slapped Neville in the face.

"Revenge? How could you have such a stupid idea!"

"But..." Before Neville could finish his words, Mrs. Longbottom said sternly, "Do you want to say that this is what I have asked of you since I was a child?"

"madness!"

"There is nothing wrong. That woman is indeed the culprit for what your parents are like now. There is nothing wrong with taking revenge, but it cannot be the driving force for you to grow and become stronger!"

"Your parents, my son and daughter-in-law are all because of justice! Justice... this should be your only motivation!"

Mrs. Longbottom looked down at Neville, her face cold, but her eyes full of determination.

"You will defeat that crazy woman, capture her in Azkaban, and even kill her, but not because of revenge, just because she is evil and you represent justice!"

"Justice?" Neville looked at Mrs. Longbottom in confusion, looking at those firm and faintly tearful eyes, vaguely seeming to understand something.

He nodded slightly, but didn't know what to say. His head slowly lowered, and the ward became quiet.

Suddenly, Neville felt something put into his hand. He raised his head blankly, only to see his mother smiling at him and pointing at his hand.

Looking down, I saw the wrinkled candy wrapper again.

After a long silence, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise. He stuffed the unnecessary candy into his mouth, smiled and gave a thumbs up. He used magic to tidy it up, but did not put the candy wrapper back into his mother's pocket.

He took out a new candy from another pocket, opened it, handed the candy to his mother, and watched her hold it in her mouth.

The candy was so sweet that my mother's eyes narrowed.

Watching silently as she put the candy wrapper back into her pocket naturally, Neville finally turned to look at Mrs. Longbottom.

"I understand, grandma..."