The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the early morning, bright morning light illuminates a single-family house in northwest London.

A three-storey house in suburban Hampstead Gardens isn't cheap, but it's not too difficult for the Grangers, who are both doctors and have their own dental practice.

Hermione opened her eyes from the soft little bed, her long eyelashes flickering, and the snow-white ceiling and sky-blue walls came into view.

Not the familiar curtains on the beds of Hogwarts students?

She was in a daze for a moment.

Next to the window sill is a small desk with snow-white paint, and a two-story short bookshelf is placed in the corner. On the walls are scattered picture frames, some of which are her handiwork.

The bright and fresh colors are nothing like the dormitories of Hogwarts.

Hermione blinked, belatedly realizing that she was already on holiday.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger's doting voice came from downstairs, "Get up and have breakfast."

"Got it!" Hermione lifted up the white printed quilt, stuffed her feet into her slippers, opened the door and stomped downstairs.

Mr. Granger sat in a chair with his legs crossed, covering his entire head with the Daily Mail in his hand.

"Good morning, Dad!" Hermione's voice was sticky, and she was still a little lazy as if she hadn't woken up.

Mr. Granger's head poked out from the side of the newspaper, and he winked and said, "Who's starting her summer vacation?"

Wendell Granger was not a serious father, even after graduating from medical school. Even some are not stable enough, but they are always full of fun. Patients say that their teeth no longer hurt when they spend time with him.

Seeing such a funny father, Hermione couldn't help laughing, "Maybe it's Mr. Wendell Granger and Mrs. Monica Granger who closed the clinic for two weeks."

Mr. Granger put down the newspaper and smiled: "Isn't this because Miss Hermione Granger wants to camp in the Forest of Dean during the Christmas vacation?"

Hermione's smile became even happier, and she went into the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth while humming a staccato melody.

Different from the habit of most people who have breakfast first and then brush their teeth, because both husband and wife are engaged in dentistry, Granger's family has always brushed their teeth first and then had breakfast.

During the night while you sleep, bacteria and food particles in your mouth can accumulate and produce acid.

Soon, a family of three sat around the dining table, chatting and eating breakfast.

"Do we have any plans today?" Mr. Granger carefully spread cranberry jam on the slices of bread without raising his head.

Hermione tore the bread into pieces, put them into a glass of milk, and drank it like porridge.

It was the first time Mrs. Granger saw such a strange way of eating. She hesitated slightly and asked, "In the magical world, do wizards eat breakfast like this?"

Mrs. Monica Granger was an outstanding woman who defied tradition and always had a positive attitude toward novelty. Even though her daughter is different from others, Monica feels very proud.

However, she was a little worried that Hermione would become the typical wizard in storybooks and TV series who acted crazy and dressed strangely.

Hermione put down the cup, licked the milk on her lips with her pink tongue, and was stunned when she heard this.

There is no such custom in the wizarding world.

Loren always did this when she was in school. After trying it, she found that it really saved time and made her a habit.

This way of eating is indeed a bit vulgar.

Her cheeks were slightly hot, "No, no, it's just that it's faster to eat like this."

Monica felt relieved after hearing this.

The episode was revealed, and Mr. Granger continued: "What are our plans for today?"

Monica was still surprised and said quickly: "Let's go to the mall to buy some clothes for Hermione."

She wanted to carefully check whether her daughter Hermione had been distorted by wrong aesthetics after studying at the mysterious wizarding school for a year. Check out Hermione's mental health by buying clothes.

Wendell Granger kept nodding, agreeing with his wife's suggestion.

It's just that his starting point is completely different from Monica's.

In the past, his daughter would have several new sets of clothes every quarter, but because she went to Hogwarts boarding school, closed management, and school uniforms, Hermione came back wearing the clothes she bought before the start of school last year.

For a growing child, the cuffs, trousers and other inconspicuous places are already somewhat ill-fitting.

How can this work!

Wendell couldn't accept this situation. Dressing his lovely daughter in beautiful clothes has been his long-standing hobby for the past eleven years.

He even felt a little regretful that he didn't even think of buying some clothes for Hermione when his family went out to play during the Christmas holidays.

Just like that, before Hermione could say anything, the first day of her summer vacation was decided, and she spent most of the day in the mall.

Not just summer clothes, but autumn and winter clothes too. Skirts, short-sleeved shirts, jeans, sweaters, down jackets, all kinds of clothes are available.

Monica discovered that Hermione's aesthetics were normal and she had no psychological problems, so she let Wendell's father play the cross-dressing game for nearly a year.

Hermione felt helpless, very helpless.

She accepted the purchase of clothes at first, until they tried on sweaters and down jackets in the mall. Hermione tried to resist, but was suppressed by her old father.

In the midsummer weather, a family of three was looking at sweaters and down jackets. The shopping guide looked at them with an indescribable look, as if he thought they were some kind of adoptive family, or that a long-lost child had finally been found.

What’s even more strange is that there are actually businesses selling winter clothes in this weather.

Large and small bags of clothes filled the trunk of Wendell's black car, and the family of three had to make several trips to move everything.

It was still sunny outside, and Hermione couldn't use the Levitation Charm to float her clothes into the house. Although undetectable by the Ministry of Magic, Hermione consciously abides by the law of secrecy and does not want others to detect any unusual signs.

Wendell Granger closed the door and muttered: "Next time we should go to that Italian restaurant on the Thames. After the chef was replaced, the food was not as good as before."

No one paid any attention to him.

Hermione and her mother were sitting on the sofa, and Monica picked up a hairpin from time to time and made gestures on Hermione's little head.

Hermione's eyes were blank and she let Monica toss her hair.

She tried on all the clothes she bought today. Nothing else, just tired, very tired.

"Is the food at wizarding school delicious?" Wendell asked eagerly, sitting on the other side of Hermione.

"You've already asked me during the Christmas holidays. Wizards are really not like the guinea pigs in the TV series who don't have to eat live mice." Hermione said helplessly.

Her father is very curious about the wizarding world and full of imagination. But the sources of imagination are all kinds of surprising rumors and absurd stories.

"Maybe we should have dinner in the restaurant too." Monica suggested.

jingle!

The doorbell rings.

"Who is it?" Wendell's legs and feet were still a little sore and he didn't want to move at all.

jingle!

He was answered by another doorbell.

He looked at his wife and daughter beside him. They looked like they were busy and not free.

Wendell sighed heavily, "Come on, come on!"

He dragged his tired body to open the door.

"Who are you?"

Hermione heard her father's confused voice coming from the doorway.

The answer was an old and powerful voice: "Hello, Mr. Granger, I am the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You can call me Dumbledore."

Hermione's eyes widened and she ran to the door.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" she screamed.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at her.

Seeing the reaction of the two people, Wendell knew that this was indeed the principal of his daughter's wizarding school, and he enthusiastically called Dumbledore in. His eyes looked left, right, and over at Dumbledore's long white beard and white hair.

Wendell didn't notice at all that there was a little tail coming in behind Dumbledore.

"Loren!" There was uncontrollable joy in Hermione's voice.

She went up to greet Loren, with bright eyes and a smile on her face and mouth.

For some reason, Loren couldn't help but smile when he saw Hermione.

It starts from this morning.

Early in the morning, Professor Sputraw from the Herbology School locked the greenhouse and left the school with Mrs. Hooch from the Flying Course. Over the course of the morning, Professor Flitwick and a group of staff also left.

There were only a few people left in the entire castle, and it was difficult for the house elves to prepare lunch.

Dumbledore also wanted to return to Godric's Hollow, but he couldn't put Loren in school. After consulting Loren, Dumbledore brought Loren to Granger's house.

Loren was careless at first, since Hermione had invited him to be a guest, so he was just keeping the date. But he followed Dumbledore over empty-handed, and was pulled inside by Hermione. To be honest, he started to get nervous when things came to a close.

Several people sat on the sofa, Hermione, Loren and Dumbledore sat on one side, and the Grangers sat on the other side.

This was the second time Loren met the Grangers. When they met for the first time, he thought they were ordinary, Caucasian-looking people who he couldn't find in the crowd.

I don’t know if it’s because I got acquainted with Hermione and had a filter, but this time I had a completely different impression.

Mr. Granger is a tall, lanky man with blond hair and some balding, and is very enthusiastic. Mrs. Granger was also thin and tall, with a neat air about her.

No matter how he looked at them, Loren couldn't see any resemblance between them and Hermione. He thought maybe it was because they were studying medicine. People who studied medicine always aged faster when they were tortured.

Hermione tugged on Loren's clothes and looked proud, "This is the Loren I mentioned before. He is my good friend."

"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, nice to meet you." Loren nodded slightly in greeting.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I am Miss Granger's headmaster, you can call me Dumbledore."

Being suddenly visited by the principal of the wizarding school was like being visited by the bishop of the church in their minds. The Grangers were still a little confused and at a loss.

"Hello, principal," Monica was the first to react, "I am Hermione's mother, Monica Granger. This is Hermione's father, Wendell Granger. May I ask why you suddenly came to see us? ?"

Wendell also came to his senses and greeted Dumbledore with a smile. He got up and went to get some drinks from the refrigerator.

Normally they would make tea to entertain guests, but since it was summer, chilled drinks would be more thirst-quenching.

Opening the refrigerator door, he faced the milk, soda, orange juice, and coffee in the refrigerator and was faced with the difficulty of choosing.

There is also Coke. As a family of dentists, the Grangers are not very receptive to acidic drinks like Coke. However, they heard from the young patients in the clinic that there are no children who do not like this drink, so they bought some to welcome back from the summer vacation. Hermione.

What should the little wizard drink?

Wendell subconsciously believed that Loren, who followed the old wizard, was a pure-blooded young wizard who was isolated from the world and had never been in contact with Muggle society.

Children all like to drink Coke, so what should the principal of the wizarding school drink?

He turned his head slightly, looked at Dumbledore, took a small basket and took out two bottles of Coke and three bottles of soda, all in glass bottles.

The soda water was for their family of three, and the coke was for the two young wizards, an old man and a young boy.

There was no reason, but Wendell thought it fit the wizard's eccentric temperament.

Modern carbonated drinks and mysterious old wizards go together well at first sight.

Dumbledore was answering Monica's question, "This student of mine, for some special reasons, has no one to take care of him at the moment. I heard that Miss Granger invited him to be a guest during the summer vacation. I would like to ask you to take care of him for a while." .”

Wendell naturally placed the coke in front of Dumbledore and Loren.

When Wendell and Monica heard this, they subconsciously imagined a big drama. In a backward society, their relatives are no longer around. Their eyes suddenly softened.

Oh, poor kid.

This has something to do with Loren's current charming appearance. After the blood mole between his eyebrows disappeared, he still looks pale and has rosy lips. For Mary, it may be evil and charming, but for a child like Loren, it becomes exquisite.

It makes people feel good, and the Grangers will naturally love such a child.

Monica looked at Loren lovingly, "Poor kid, Hermione told us about you. You helped Hermione a lot at school. Thanks to you, Hermione can integrate into the school."

Wendell answered, "You can even stay at our house for the entire summer vacation."

Loren always felt that something was wrong with them, but couldn't put it into words. They were so enthusiastic, Loren could only think that he was not used to it.

He nodded and smiled shyly at the Grangers.

The Grangers felt even more sorry for him.

Both of them are highly educated, have to treat patients at work, and have a good understanding of some people's ways of the world. They both know that people who have suffered misfortune should not touch the scars.

"Don't worry, we will entertain Loren well."

Monica quickly changed the subject after promising, obviously not wanting to embarrass Loren. She looked at Dumbledore, "How is Hermione at school?"

Dumbledore focused on the bottle of black liquid in front of him, and smiled when he heard this: "If you ask me, Miss Granger is the most outstanding freshman this year."

Hermione was so embarrassed that she whispered: "Just call me Hermione, Principal Dumbledore."

One of her little hands grasped the corner of Loren's clothes, tugging and tugging, twisting and twisting, feeling that the happiness in her heart was about to overflow.

I couldn't find any official information on the names of Mr. and Mrs. Granger (not in the encyclopedia or Pottermore), but I couldn't keep calling them Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger, so I asked chatgpt, and then searched with this answer. I was able to find some, but I couldn't tell where they came from. This is how it is used. The verification process is not rigorous. If you have official information, kick my ass with your boot.