Hogwarts School of the Dark Arts

"Come to play~ What? You're not welcome?"

"How could that happen? But are your parents relieved?"

Hearing this question, Hermione, who was still smiling, instantly drooped her face.

"Of course I'm worried, so...Mom."

Following Hermione's call, a woman wearing an apron who looked very similar to Hermione walked out of the kitchen.

"Hello, you are Xavier, right? I heard Hermione say that your academic performance is very good... I am Hermione's mother. It is really presumptuous to come here without notifying you." Hermione's mother said.

"You're too kind... What are you making that's delicious? I can smell the aroma."

"I've fried a steak. You can eat it first while I cook it for them."

"Then you're welcome...I'm indeed a little hungry."

After changing the subject and ending the boring politeness, Xavier took the red wine and went to find a screwdriver.

"Hey hey hey, isn't it?"

Hermione pointed at the kitchen with wide eyes and then at the wine in Xavier's hand, then waved her hand frantically to signal Xavier not to open it.

Xavier shrugged and put the wine on the cabinet.

"Where are Harry and Ron?" Xavier asked.

"Harry made his own stomach full, and Ron went home."

Do you feel sick to your stomach by cooking for yourself?sharp!

"Ron got tired of playing so quickly?" Xavier asked.

"No, he said that the consumption in the Muggle world is too high for him, and...Mr. Weasley won a lottery and received a sum of money. The family was going to visit Ron's brother who was working abroad and travel abroad, so Ron Well, I'll go back." Hermione said.

Xavier nodded to express understanding, and then looked at Hermione curiously: "What? He didn't invite you to travel together?"

"Invited, but we can't contact you, so we can't leave without saying goodbye, right?"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, her mother, Mrs. Granger, came over with a plate of steak.

The steak was tender on the outside, plump and juicy on the inside. Xavier's eyes lit up after just one bite, and he quickly gave Mrs. Granger a thumbs up.

"You eat it while it's hot, and I'll make it for them."

"Uh-huh."

Xavier devoured the steak and asked Hermione when she came.

After Hermione explained in a low voice, Xavier learned that Hermione had come five days ago, and the excuse was to provide warmth to orphans and tutor the poor students with their homework.

As for Mrs. Granger, she is on leave.

On the one hand, she was worried about leaving Hermione alone, and on the other hand, Xavier and Harry's encounter inspired her sympathy, so she accompanied Hermione here and planned to take care of Xavier and Harry during this holiday.

"It seems that I took it orally this holiday." Xavier said.

"That's right, my mother's cooking skills are very good! By the way, how is the filming of your movie going?" Hermione asked.

"It's good, no more filming."

"That is not bad?"

"Yes, because I didn't want to take the photo...I won the prize."

Hermione was stunned for a moment: "You also won the lottery? How much did you win?"

"you guess."

"One thousand pounds?"

"Guess more."

"Five thousand pounds?"

Xavier shook his head, feeling sad for Hermione's imagination.

"Is it ten thousand pounds?"

"We're close. You're one percent away from the answer." Xavier said as he wiped his mouth with a tissue, and a plate of steaks had already been swept away by him.

"One percent...one million? You won one million pounds?!!" Hermione suddenly raised her voice.

"Yes, otherwise why do you think I would buy wine? I will go to receive the award tomorrow."

"I want to go too! I've never seen so much money!" Hermione said immediately.

"I'll go with you tomorrow...could it be convenient for Auntie to see the award certificate?" Mrs. Granger walked out of the kitchen and said.

"Of course."

Xavier took out three lottery tickets from his pocket and handed them to Mrs. Granger.

After taking the lottery ticket and seeing the name of the organization on it, Mrs. Granger breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've heard of these two companies. Did you buy this in a regular supermarket? As far as I know, they don't sell lottery tickets to children under 16 years old." Mrs. Granger asked.

? ? ?Is there such a provision?

Xavier's brain quickly started brainstorming mode.

"I did buy it at the supermarket checkout. My agent was there at the time and he bought it for me... I signed a purchasing agreement with him," Xavier said.

"Well, it's good that you haven't been deceived. As for your agent... there should be no problem if you signed the purchase agreement. I'll ask a lawyer for you later," Mrs. Granger said.

"Er... this is not necessary?"

Mrs. Granger suddenly glared at Xavier: "Why not? You may not have any idea about 100 million pounds. Even the aunt is very excited about such a large sum of money, let alone your agent!"

Xavier:…

Auntie, although the social status of agents is not as good as that of doctors, they really make a lot of money.

Naturally, he couldn't say what was in his heart, so Xavier quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Auntie, since..."

"Xavier, what's wrong with your manager? I couldn't hear you clearly in the toilet. Did he cheat you of your money?"

The three of them all looked at Harry who was rubbing his belly, wondering what kind of ears these are.

"Is my home so big?"

Xavier didn't answer the question and looked around. Hermione patted her forehead helplessly and walked over to explain the situation to Harry.

"Oh, it turns out you won the lottery... Congratulations, Xavier, you don't have to work hard to make money in the future." Harry looked at Xavier and said after figuring out the whole story.

Harry's expression was very calm, which fully demonstrated that he was the person in this room who had the least idea about money.

"But it takes hard work and money." Xavier made a joke and looked at Mrs. Granger: "Auntie, why don't you come forward to collect the award for me tomorrow? I won't contact my agent."

"Well, that's fine, but you'd better give him a little bit afterwards... I think fifty thousand pounds is fine. After all, you can't buy lottery tickets without his help. Of course, this is just a little suggestion from me. ." Mrs. Granger said.

"It's absolutely fine. If you help me collect the prize, I'll share fifty thousand pounds with you." Xavier said.

Mrs. Granger smiled and shook her head: "I don't need it. Although fifty thousand pounds is not a small amount for our family, our family is not short of money now."

At this point, Mrs. Granger walked up behind Hermione and fixed her hair.

"Originally, her father and I saved a sum of money to pay for Hermione's future study expenses, but I didn't expect that my little Hermione would actually have the talent to become a wizard. Her power in the magical world is too small, so I And her daddy can barely help...I'm sorry, my dear."

"Mom!" Hermione quickly stood up and hugged Mrs. Granger: "Don't say that, you and dad have given me too much."

Seeing this touching scene, Harry sniffed slightly and subconsciously looked at Xavier, only to see Xavier yawning out of boredom.