The Bard at Hogwarts

On Christmas Day.

London, far away, was also immersed in the festive atmosphere.

Even the busiest people on weekdays, even the Prime Minister, would choose to stop working on this day and have dinner with their family.

As a middle-class dentist, the Grangers started preparing for dinner in the morning.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

After washing up, Hermione walked downstairs a little nervously.

Because of her recent busyness, she forgot to tell her parents about Ino's invitation to Christmas after returning home last night.

In the living room on the first floor.

Mr. Granger sat on the sofa as usual, reading the newspaper of the day, and a cup of black tea that had already cooled on the coffee table.

"It's really outrageous, there is another new virus?"

Mr. Granger folded the newspaper in his hand and threw it heavily on the coffee table, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

"What can we do, the environment is so severely damaged now." Seeing that her father was a little angry, Hermione sat down on the sofa next to her.

Although she was talking about the problem of the environment, she was thinking about something else in her heart.

In the more than one month since Ino left, the preliminary experiment of the potion against wolfsbane had already been completed.

The experimental subject was Lupin, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts who signed up voluntarily.

To this day, Hermione still remembers the scene at that time.

Professor Lupin, who has always been generous and reliable, couldn't stop the tears from his eyes when he looked at the full moon for the first time.

She respected this werewolf professor very much, not only because of his serious teaching, but also because of his character.

Although he had collected a certain number of stray werewolves, he was the first to stand up and set an example when faced with an untested potion.

'They followed me out of trust. Werewolves are already pitiful, and I can't live up to this trust. '

Whenever she thought of Lupin's words, Hermione felt lucky from the bottom of her heart.

Fortunately, Hogwarts finally welcomed a truly reliable professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And what also made her feel lucky was the potion she developed. That night, she, Snape, and Dumbledore witnessed Lupin staring at the full moon without transforming.

The potion was successful, and the wolf poison was completely eradicated.

But before they could celebrate, they were stopped by Dumbledore, who even asked them to keep the matter secret, and the reason was that there were still many werewolves hiding among the Muggles who needed to be treated.

After some explanation, Hermione also agreed with this approach.

As a wizard who grew up in a Muggle family, she knew very well that the power of werewolves plus firearms was more than one plus one greater than two.

Therefore, they could only follow Professor Dumbledore's words and proceed quietly without knowing it.

And today, when seeing this news, Hermione subconsciously thought of Dumbledore's plan.

Contacting the Muggle Prime Minister in the name of the Ministry of Magic, so as to create a new virus out of thin air to conceal the truth, while paralyzing the werewolves, they could also disperse their power.

At that time, wizards and Muggles will cooperate to arrest and try them one by one. Those with problems will be directly convicted, and those without problems will drink the potion and clear their memories.

The plan was set, but it required a huge base of potion support, which was why Hermione was busy.

It was also because of this that she didn't have time to tell her parents about the Christmas invitation from Ino last night.

Thinking of this, Hermione turned her head slightly, looked at her mother who was busy in the kitchen with some apology, and then whispered:

"Dad, I need your help with something..."

...

Half an hour later.

"Such an important thing, you actually forgot it? Why don't you forget yourself?"

"You went to school, and those who don't know thought you went to Africa to pan for gold. You slept until eleven o'clock after the holiday. How tired are you..."

Listening to her mother's scolding, Hermione decisively lowered her head and said nothing.

On the side, Mr. Granger pretended to be a wooden man, as if he was deaf, sitting on the sofa alone.

After a while, Mrs. Granger seemed to be tired of talking, and her voice decibel level dropped significantly.

Hermione seized the opportunity and said carefully: "Mom, I have prepared the gifts! Besides, there is no need for this between me and Ino..."

However, her words made the dark clouds that had been scattered gather again.

"No need?" Mrs. Granger's voice rose again: "Do you know what emotional management is..."

Seeing that a storm was about to rise again, Mr. Granger decided not to be in a daze. He first coughed lightly, and then used his eyes to signal Hermione to look at the clock on the wall.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital or take medicine! Why are you coughing here? She is like this because of your words and deeds..."

It seems that she found that there was another person around her, and Mrs. Granger instantly changed her target.

"Mom, although I really want to talk more, time really does not allow it."

Taking advantage of her mother's distraction, Hermione finished the draft in her mind in one breath, and did not forget to point to the alarm clock on the wall.

Unknowingly, the alarm clock has pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon.

It seems that when people reach middle age, couples still understand each other best.

Following her father's instructions, Hermione turned the topic to time, and the dark clouds that had just gathered disappeared.

"Why don't you get ready? What are you waiting for here?"

Mrs. Granger personally ended the conversation, and then she stood up and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

As Mrs. Granger disappeared at the turn of the stairs, Hermione looked at her father tiredly, and the latter gave her a helpless look.

After the two smiled at each other, they began to prepare for their own.

…

Compared to the scenery in the early morning, Hogsmeade in the evening is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

The afterglow of the setting sun and the lights that just came on are intertwined, covering the entire village with a soft and mysterious glow.

On the streets, all kinds of decorative snowmen are cute, they are either wearing wizard robes or wearing Christmas hats, holding wands or candies, as if welcoming every visitor who steps into this magical land.

These magic snowmen not only add to the festive atmosphere of the festival, but also make people laugh and feel the warmth and joy in winter.

Ribbons and various decorations dance lightly in the wind, they are entangled between branches, eaves, and even the hair of pedestrians, adding a bit of agility and vitality to Hogsmeade.

And the most eye-catching thing is the magic lights dotted everywhere in the village. They are either hanging under the eaves or floating in the air, emitting soft and bright light.

…

Ino stood alone at the gate of the manor, quietly looking at the scenery in front of him.

Under the illumination of the lights and the setting sun, the whole village seemed to have turned into a dreamlike fairy tale world, making people linger.

With a sharp friction sound, a double-decker bus also stopped in front of him.

"Merry Christmas, Ino."

The ticket seller Sampark opened the door skillfully and said enthusiastically while half leaning on the door frame.

Ino didn't remember the last time he took the Knight Bus, but he was still familiar with Sampark. The other party's humorous sales skills were always unforgettable.

"Merry Christmas! Sampark."

Ino also responded enthusiastically, and at the same time he saw the situation inside through the open door.

Mr. Granger, who was pale, and Mrs. Granger and Hermione, who were still reluctant to leave.

Not surprisingly, this book has also reached the final stage.

However, Xiaodi will not miss out on the necessary explanations and many gaps will be filled. Although the article is not long, at least there will be no regrets.