A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

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A British country-style single-family house in the suburbs of London.

The clear red brick walls and the double-sloped roof of brown stone and red tiles, the moonlight slipped down like a playful child, and suddenly slipped into a pink boudoir through the lattice of the fiberglass window.

In the room, wearing a black standard wizard robe and holding a fourteen-inch vine wand, Hermione Granger was mumbling to a broken porcelain cup on the table.

"Restored as before!"

"Restored as before!"

"Restored as before!"

The porcelain cup and its fragments were motionless, showing no intention of being reunited.

The mouth gradually shrank into a line.

Ever since she received the admission notice to Hogwarts and witnessed Professor McGonagall's miraculous transformation, she has been full of enthusiasm for learning charms.

But even so, she should have followed Professor McGonagall's instructions not to use magic in the Muggle world, even for practice.

It's just...Hermione's mind recalled what happened to her family in Diagon Alley a few days ago...

Those whispers in a low voice but just enough for her to hear...

"Hey, look, those two guys should be Muggles..."

"Well, if you can't smell the sweet smell of magic and smell of vile and dirty dust, why would a Muggle appear in Diagon Alley?"

"Well, you can tell just by looking at that little girl. If I guess correctly, two Muggles gave birth to a Mudblood..."

Hermione looked up at Mr. and Mrs. Granger and saw an uncomfortable wry smile on their faces, but it quickly disappeared.

Even though she was a pampered person who never liked looking at facial expressions, she knew that it was definitely not a positive and happy expression.

This made Hermione angry.

In her mind, Mr. and Mrs. Granger were the best family in the world.

She would rather have someone point her nose in her nose and spit on her and scold her than see her family being humiliated for no reason.

But the problem is that she doesn't know what this is all about. She is just a preparatory young wizard who has just received the admission notice to Hogwarts. Her knowledge of the magical world is limited to what Professor McGonagall told her. And she can turn her table into a cute little pink pig.

Otherwise she knew no more than any other eleven-year-old girl in England.

However, her history teacher once said: No matter what problems you encounter in life, you can find the best answers from history.

So, in addition to buying the essential books required by Hogwarts, she also bought a few more books on the history of the wizarding world.

From these books, Hermione began to understand the makeup of the wizarding world.

It turns out that just like cats can be divided into purebred cats, mixed-breed cats and country cats, wizards can also be divided into pure-blood wizards, mixed-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards like her who come from Muggle families.

More than ten years ago, a terrorist political movement for pure-blood supremacy arose in the magical world. During this movement, Muggle wizards were subjected to inhuman persecution.

After knowing this information, Hermione easily understood the meaning of those words:

——Bloodline discrimination.

A similar phenomenon existed at her old school.

It is not uncommon for white-skinned children to look down on dark-skinned children, and dark-skinned children to bully yellow-skinned children.

But she didn't expect that the magical world was like this. She originally thought it was a beautiful world like a fairy tale.

She felt a little disappointed, and soon she was more than disappointed.

Her overly easy brain made her quickly think of her future wizard classmates she had yet to meet.

Their father or mother is most likely a pure-blood wizard or a mixed-blood wizard who can use magic.

Did they inherit the knowledge of magic from the previous generation before going to school, and then win at the starting line?

How would they treat her, a Muggle-born alien?

These doubts seemed to be entangled in Hermione's heart with tight threads. Even the magic of the spell could not stop her from worrying, and she began to become depressed.

She even had the idea of ​​whether to go to Hogwarts or not. After all, she had thrived in an ordinary school in the past and was loved by teachers, so why would she want to go to a place that was not suitable for her?

Hermione's emotions were basically written on her face, with her drooped head and listless look, allowing the Grangers to sense that something was wrong with her without any effort.

During some "small talk" after dinner, under the guidance of Mr. Granger intentionally or unintentionally, she finally revealed her worries.

Then came a burst of enlightenment.

"Do you like magic?" Mr. Granger asked.

"Of course!" Hermione said without hesitation.

"How much do you like it?" Mr. Grager continued to ask while peeling the eggs.

"..." Hermione lowered her head and said nothing. The transfiguration performed by Professor McGonagall left a deep impression on her, and she felt that she would never forget it in her life.

"If you like it, don't give up easily." Mr. Granger said encouragingly.

But to Hermione, he looked like an outsider.

"Easy to say!" She curled her lips.

"What should I do if I can't learn well? What should I do if I'm not liked? What should I do if I'm bullied? Mr. Granger! Don't laugh! I'm serious! If you laugh again, I'll knock your dog's head off with a spoon!"

She poured her thoughts out of the bamboo tube like beans, and then angrily scolded Mr. Granger for his irresponsible smile.

Mr. Granger tried hard not to laugh. Hermione had never looked like this before:

"But I think this is completely unfounded. A good brain is really good, and it won't be useless just because of a change of environment. And our Hermione is so smart, her grades are always first in Hogsmus. ....."

"Hogwarts!" Hermione felt her alveoli expanding rapidly.

"Yes, Hogwarts. Even if you go to Hogwarts, it will definitely be excellent." Mr. Granger scratched Hermione's wrinkled little nose.

"Don't scratch my nose! What if it's flat? And it smells like eggshells!" Hermione put aside Mr. Granger's hand and said angrily, "Even if you are right, I am indeed very smart, and My grades are also great, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be bullied by others!”

"Some yellow-skinned children study very well, but they are still oppressed. They even have to help other children with their homework just because they have good grades!"

"It shows that being smart is of no use!"

These words made Mr. Granger stunned for a moment, with his mouth open for a moment not knowing how to refute.

After thinking about it, he decided to change his perspective.

"But if you give up now, you will definitely not be willing to give up when you look back. Instead of being bitter about regrets then, it is better to be brave and give it a try now."

"If someone bullies you -" Mr. Granger raised his fist, and then punched the dining table, causing the soup in the bowl to splash out and onto the brand-new clothes Mrs. Granger had just bought.

"Just hit him with your fists!"

Mrs. Granger looked at the unsightly stains on her new clothes, then at Mr. Granger sitting next to her, and then nodded in agreement.

Then she followed suit and clenched her fist and punched Mr. Granger in the head "hardly".

"Just like this!" Mrs. Granger demonstrated it herself.

Mr. Granger immediately cooperated and passed out on the dining table.

"...?" Hermione puffed her mouth angrily.

Aren't you enlightening her now?

Why did these two people suddenly show off their affection?