Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 82 Shiitake’s Hermione’s parents!

A street in London.

A certain house building.

A little girl with a pink face like an elf was kneeling on the soft sofa, holding her face with her hands. A silver bracelet slipped from her white wrist into the armhole. She looked absently at the cars driving outside the glass and the lines left behind.

A line of rutted marks.

"Hermione, we need to have lunch, hurry up and get ready." A kind voice sounded.

Hermione came to her senses and jumped off the sofa.

After she washed her hands, she didn't wipe them with a towel and just waved them cutely.

Throw water droplets everywhere.

A brown-haired woman ducked sideways and scolded: "You, I really don't know how you take care of yourself at school."

During the meal.

Hermione's mother winked at Hermione's father, but he pretended not to notice and made her roll her eyes.

Finally, after brewing her emotions, she finally said, "Well, Hermione...have you made many good friends in school?"

Hermione bit her spoon cutely: "Yeah, didn't I tell you, many classmates like me."

"Then..." Mother still asked tentatively: "Is there any male classmate you like?"

Hermione blushed: "Mom, no, no..."

"Then who are you giving the chocolate you made by yourself?"

"What chocolate..." Hermione panicked.

"Isn't that what you asked me to teach you to do?" Mom refused to give up and insisted on knowing if her daughter had someone she liked.

This is a big deal.

"Oh...I, I thought it was too much of a failure, so I threw it away."

Seeing her daughter insisting on pretending not to understand, the mother couldn't help but asked, "Did you meet some boy at school?"

Hermione: "..."

Hermione was embarrassed when there was a sudden sound outside the glass, and a big black bird clung to the window.

Hermione's eyes lit up, she ran over and took out a letter from Xiao Hei's lap.

Then ran directly upstairs.

Kick, kick, kick...

Without turning his head, he said, "I'm done eating and going upstairs first."

A pair of stunned parents were left at the dinner table.

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Hermione's mother stepped on Hermione's father's foot hard, twisting and twisting: "Didn't you ask the child if he has a boyfriend? Why didn't you say anything?"

This is called killing with a borrowed knife.

Hermione's father thought proudly, but he would never show it.

If you ask this kind of thing, your children will definitely hate it, and I'm not stupid.

"You are the mother of the child. Of course it is better for you to ask about this kind of thing." Hermione's father said helplessly.

"Hey, the child has grown up..." The two people sighed at the same time.

…

Hermione's father felt very sad.

When they took Hermione home, they were naturally extremely concerned about Hermione's life.

Big and small matters, go through them one by one carefully.

When I heard that Hermione was doing well at school, I felt relieved.

Then Hermione asked her mother what she should give her good friends as Christmas gifts.

My mother smiled and said: "If you are a good friend, you should give a gift that represents your heart. It would be better if it is made by yourself."

When Hermione heard this, she rolled her eyes and had an idea in her mind.

The next day, Hermione acted like a spoiled child and pestered her mother to teach her how to cook.

When Hermione's father found out, he looked touched and gratified and thought: "My child has grown up and knows how to cook for his parents. No matter how terrible Hermione's cooking is, I must finish it."

Then, Hermione wanted to learn how to make chocolate first.

Hermione's parents were a little strange, but they didn't take it to heart.

I went to the supermarket and bought a lot of chocolate, melted it at home, and taught Hermione how to make it.

Within a long time, Hermione had learned the lesson well.

…

Then, yesterday morning, before dawn, they were woken up by some noises downstairs.

When I went downstairs, I saw Hermione in the kitchen, with the warm yellow light on and wearing a big apron, making chocolate. When she used the microwave, she had to tiptoe to reach it.

When he did it, he was clumsy, but his face was serious.

After the chocolate was ready, she waited for it to cool, then carefully put it into a rectangular box, wrapped it in colored paper, and tied it tightly with a colored ribbon.

When she finished, a pure smile appeared on her face.

Then I quickly cleaned the kitchen.

…

Hermione's parents carefully returned to the room.

Both of them had sly smiles on their faces.

"I didn't expect that the child would wake up so early to make chocolates for us."

"She must want to give us a big surprise."

"kindness."

"Her Christmas present is amazing!"

"Tomorrow morning, when we open the presents, we must pretend we don't know anything and scream loudly."

"My baby, she is so cute."

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Then, this morning, when they saw the gift their baby gave them, they were stunned.

Isn't that right? Where is the chocolate?

Damn it.

Although the present gifts are very thoughtful, they can't compare to the chocolates made by my good girl.

But looking at Hermione's expectant look, what else could they do.

Woo woo woo...

This is what happened at the dining table today...

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