Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 243 Invitation - by Hera
Summer vacation, the Muggle world in London, England.

When Penello came to the kitchen, her parents were already sitting around the table.Penello came in and sat down, none of them spoke.Mr Clearwater's face was hidden behind the morning's delivery of the Daily Mail, and Mrs Clearwater was cutting a grapefruit into thirds, her lips pursed in displeasure.

Penello also noticed the gloomy atmosphere. She sat down on the chair obediently. Mrs. Clearwater put a third of the grapefruit on the plate in front of Penello and said in a trembling voice, "Eat it."

Penello asked anxiously, "What's the matter, Mom?"

"I thought there might be something you wanted to talk to me about," said Mrs. Clearwater angrily.

Penello shrank his neck, "I don't know what you are referring to, maybe I will continue to stay in the magic world after graduation?"

Mr. Clearwater sighed so heavily that the whiskers on his face quivered, and he picked up the spoon.

The doorbell rang, and Mr. Clearwater quickly stood up from his chair, fled the awkward kitchen, and walked towards the hall. Penello ate grapefruit in small bites, not daring to make a sound.

Penelope heard voices at the door, someone was laughing, and Mr. Clearwater said something in a few words.Then the front door closed and there was the sound of paper being torn from the hallway.

Mrs. Clearwater frowned, and asked in a low voice: "I received letters from your friends at school again, and they said that you were in love, or with a professor."

Before Penelope could answer, Mr. Crivatt came back with a strange expression on his face.

"Daughter," he said in a strange tone, "a letter, addressed to you."

Penelope was at a loss, not knowing who would write to him, obviously wizards used owls to send letters, as for Muggle friends?

After seven years at Hogwarts, she didn't think her Muggle childhood friends would remember her.

"Let's go to the living room and talk, wife, don't get angry." Mr. Clearwater said with a complicated expression, and he raised a piece of purple writing paper in his hand.

Penello stood up from the table, took another big bite of a grapefruit, followed his father out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Well, it seems that you need to confess to us. What is your relationship with him?" Mr. Clearwater was very angry. He looked at his daughter angrily, as if she had done something outrageous.

"Me?" Penello was even more confused. Who would write to her parents about her?Who among the people she knew would let the postman deliver a letter?
Mr. Clearwater sighed, then looked down at the letter, and read as calmly as he could:
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater,
We met once at King's Cross a few years ago, don't know if you remember me, but I'm sure you've heard a lot about me from Penello.

Perhaps Penelope has told you that the Quidditch World Cup will be on Monday night, and I managed to get the two best seats.

I really hope that you will allow Penello to watch the game, this is really a once in a lifetime opportunity.Tickets were not easy to come by and I paid a fair amount for them.

It's best to let Penello get your reply to me as soon as possible by normal means, because the Muggle postman has never sent me a letter, and he probably won't be able to find my residence.

Your faithful Hera Lestrange. "

Mr. Clearwater finished reading, put the paper on the table, reached into his breast pocket again, and drew out something.

"Look at this," he said resignedly, holding up the envelope.The envelope was covered with stamps, probably because Hera had never sent a letter in the Muggle way, but it was really hard for him—to make it acceptable for the Clearwaters.

However, the Clearwaters believed that even an owl flying over would not surprise them, but the content on the letter paper really made them imagine in a bad direction: their precious daughter will live with a man they are completely unfamiliar with for a few days, and watch the game together.

Moreover, listening to Penello's letter, it seems that the boyfriend is still a professor.

When mentioning professors, the first thing that comes to their minds is always gray hair, long goatee, and the appearance of a knowledgeable old pedant.

"Damn scumbag, sanctimonious beast!" Mrs. Crivatt cursed in a low voice, and Penello knew that she was worthy of Hera.

Penello pouted and retorted, "Hera is not!"

"Ahem, I don't think that's the point." Mr. Clearwater cleared his throat, and rarely assumed the posture of the head of the family. "Penello, tell us to be honest, what is your relationship with him, and how long have you been together?"

"We haven't been together for long, only about two years"

When Hera received the letter from Penello, he seemed very excited. He was already preparing to pick Penello back to his house at No. 12, Grimmauld Square, but he waited patiently until the appointed time—twelve noon the next day.

His way of using Muggles was to make a good impression on the Clearwaters, hoping not to leave an impression in their minds that they were not polite when they met for the first time.

For some reason, Voldemort and Wormtail hadn't seen them since that time. If it wasn't for a night owl flying over with a letter from time to time, Hera would have almost forgotten that she was on Voldemort's side, but they always kept Hera quiet and didn't need him to act rashly. This made Hera a little depressed. He had just made up his mind to completely stand on Voldemort's side, and he had no chance to show his strength.

This has to be said not a pity.

Twelve noon the next day.

The box that Penello was going to bring to Hera's house had been packed, and she had persuaded her parents to accept her and Hera's affairs, but the Crivatts insisted on seeing Hera in person before deciding whether to allow Penello to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

In the living room, the atmosphere was extremely tense. A bastard would appear soon and take away their precious daughter whom they had raised for nearly 18 years. Maybe they would change their surname to Lestrange in the future, which made Mr. Clearwater very upset.

"I hope he will be a well-dressed person. I know that wizards always have strange understandings about our costumes." Mrs. Clearwater leaned on the sofa and said with a sad face.

Penello nodded hesitantly, "I think he will. He has always been very concerned about his image." She can often see Hera wearing all kinds of luxurious cloaks, but Muggle clothes
(End of this chapter)