The Bard at Hogwarts

"I need an explanation! Is this the magic trip you told me about? You lied to me with lame lies!"

Mrs. Granger looked at Hermione expressionlessly.

He seemed to be a little angry. After he finished speaking, he picked up the newspaper in his hand and slapped the daughter who had learned to lie hard.

"Yeah! Mom, listen to my explanation..."

Hermione rubbed her head. Although the newspaper didn't hurt, she had to pretend to be in pain.

After all, her childhood experience told her that if she didn’t pretend to be in pain, there would be a second or third time...

Sure enough, seeing her daughter's pitiful look, Mrs. Granger finally slowly lowered her raised hand.

"You shouldn't be like this... God! Do you know how scared your father and I were after seeing the contents of the newspaper?"

Mrs. Granger, who always appeared in a strong posture, seemed to have taken off her defensive armor at this moment, and her whole person looked much weaker.

On the other side, Mr. Granger, who had been silent, slowly spoke now: "Eno, can I ask you a favor?"

He did not accuse his daughter, but looked at Ino calmly.

"Please tell me! As long as I can do it!" Ino replied.

To be honest, it was a bit embarrassing for him to be caught in the middle on this occasion. After all, who Hermione died for was clearly stated in the Daily Prophet.

Especially Mrs. Granger's blow just now. Although it hit Hermione on the head, it was not a blow to him.

Fortunately, with Mr. Granger's words, this awkward situation was relieved.

"I may not be able to discipline my daughter when she grows up. But I want to ask you, no matter what happens in the future, don't erase my memory..."

"Rather than lose her, I would rather forget her."

Mr. Granger's tone was very calm, as calm as a mountain peak, standing quietly, neither ostentatious nor exaggerated.

But even this plain tone shows the profound father's love.

Mr. Granger used 'I' instead of 'we'. What this meant was clear to everyone present.

At the same time, Mrs. Granger stopped scolding Hermione and looked at her husband with an angry expression.

Mr. Granger, who had always been submissive in the past, did not compromise at all this time.

"Honey, I'm not only a father, I'm also a husband!"

…

Keep the memory and remember your daughter, but at the same time don't want to let your wife be immersed in pain.

One person bears everything silently.

This middle-aged English man taught Ino a lesson through his actions.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt that what he did before was inappropriate.

Although it was Hermione who made the request, no one really considered the Grangers' feelings.

Just like in the original story, Hermione shed tears and erased their memories for the safety of her parents.

But in essence, this may also be selfish.

Thinking of this, Ino slowly raised his head and looked at Mr. Granger with clear eyes.

"There won't be a next time, I promise! No matter what happens in the future. Besides, I won't put Hermione in danger again. This is also my promise."

Hearing this, Mr. Granger's calm eyes showed a smile.

"That's good! It's all over. Maybe we can have a small party tonight, since they both have to leave again tomorrow."

Mr. Granger looked at his wife flatteringly.

To be honest, Mr. Granger's change is quite big.

If it looked as stable as a mountain just now, giving people a solid and reliable feeling, now, this middle-aged man behaves like a child who made mistakes, and seems a little at a loss.

Facing her husband's transformation, Mrs. Granger burst out laughing.

"Okay! Then I have to prepare now!"

…

Unlike the laughter at Granger's house, Parkinson's ancestral house seemed a little calm.

In the slightly old hall, there were about twenty young wizards sitting in various places.

If Ino were here, he would definitely recognize that this place is full of people who took extra classes in Slytherin's second year four years ago.

The difference is that everyone in the second grade who came originally is now missing Draco, Goyle, and the dead Crabbe.

"He really did it! Merlin! This is unbelievable..."

Daphne couldn't hide the surprise in her words.

Likewise, not only Daphne, but also everyone present had expressions of amazement, except for one person.

In the main seat, Pansy smiled quietly, she always believed in Ino.

Although it was a bit regretful that Granger was resurrected, it was not a bad thing compared to making Ino fall into guilt and self-blame.

"Okay, we can talk about other things later. Today we will talk about werewolves..."

Pansy spoke slowly, her voice as cold as ever.

But if you taste it carefully, this cold voice is a little more calm and steady than a year and a half ago.

As Pansy finished her words, Millicent Speed ​​took the lead and talked about the news she had received.

"Werewolves are going crazy. There have been 29 attacks this month. In order to maintain the secrecy law, the Ministry of Magic wants to send out sweepers..."

At the same time, many people present also began to talk about the news they had heard.

"There is also St. Mungo's Hospital. My aunt said they are overwhelmed and need to be constantly screened for fear that someone will be bitten by the transformed werewolf..."

"There are also rumors in Knockturn Alley that this operation was ordered by someone..."

"The goblins of Gringotts are restless..."

"My uncle also heard it from the Muggle Prime Minister. It is said that there was a big fuss this time..."

Everyone present was talking as much as they could, and Slytherin's energy seemed to be showing at this moment.

As the news came together day by day, Pansy also fell into deep thought.

A few years ago, she had talked with Ino about the issues between Muggles and wizards.

Even on the train when he was leaving school in the first grade, when there were only four people in the compartment, Eno expressed the same opinion.

…

Time passes minute by minute.

Gradually, the scene became quiet.

Not sure what happened, everyone looked at Pansy.

In fact, everyone present, including Millicent, had participated in this history of magic training class for the first time during the summer vacation several years ago, and they already had the answer in their hearts.

Pure-blooded and precocious, many people knew early on what kind of gathering this was, but the age of third and fourth graders also made them very interested in this kind of adult game.

Only later, as time went on.

Perhaps it was habit or other reasons, but as they got along, they gradually recognized Panxi, the leader of the party.

The sudden silence made Pansy stop recalling.

She quietly looked at the familiar faces in front of her.

moment.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something. It's been a long time, about six years! Someone once said something to me and Daph, and I still remember it."

Pansy spoke very slowly, but Daphne beside her had a curious expression. She couldn't remember clearly what happened six years ago.

"That sentence had a profound impact on me. He said: Why do we learn magic? We live like a rat in the sewer, even worse than a rat."

Suddenly, Daphne's eyes widened, she knew who said those words.

On the train in the first grade, she, Pansy, Draco and Ino were discussing the law of confidentiality, and this sentence was Ino's casual sigh at that time.

Likewise, now she finally knew why Pansy continued this little party in the second grade.

…

The wizarding world stipulates that adulthood is 17 years old, but there was no one under the age of 16 among the twenty or so people present.

Coupled with the education of a pure-blood family, it was easy for them to understand what Pansy meant.

But it was because of this understanding that they looked as shocked as Daphne.

I thought it was just an ordinary gathering as usual, communicating and discussing with each other, but who would have expected that I heard such an explosive speech.

However, before everyone could react, Panxi's cold voice sounded again:

"Don't think too much about it. I just feel that the Ministry of Magic has paid too much for the Secrecy Act."

As Pan Xi finished speaking, the expressions of everyone present also varied.

But only Daphne subconsciously rolled her eyes.

She really followed suit. She remembered that after Ino said this, he also used the same tone to tell a few people not to think too much and just express what they felt.

Xiaodi shared today: Florin Fusco Ice Cream Shop

Florean Fortescue's lce Cream Parlour

This is an ice cream shop owned and operated by Fusco.

In 1996, Fusco was kidnapped by Death Eaters, and the ice cream shop closed down. Voldemort once approached Fosco in search of information about the Elder Wand and Ravenclaw's diadem.

Voldemort killed Fosco because he refused to reveal information about his family that had been passed down from generation to generation.