Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Although Hermione wanted to stay away from Soul and go to another carriage to sit with Susan, who she had a good relationship with, but when she saw the "poor" look in that dog man's eyes...

Why did I become soft-hearted again? !

No future!The more Hermione thought about it, the angrier she became, and she slapped herself on the thigh.

"Meow~"

Hermione's little ears perked up, looking at Soul sitting on the other side of the table, she endured it again and again...

"Hey!" She couldn't help but say, "Did you hear the cat meowing?"

"Meowing?" Suer tilted his head, "No."

As if to confirm Sur's words, "Meow..." another cry sounded.

"Ding... the radar is on..."

Hermione stood up with a serious face and swept around the small carriage. The cat meowed at the right time, providing Hermione with her position.

She quickly locked her eyes on Sur's chest. To be precise, it was the inner pocket of the wizard's robe located at the chest.

I stare..."Meow..."

I'll stare again... "Meow..."

"Okay..." Soul sighed, "There are indeed cat sounds."

Hermione said nothing and continued to stare...

"Originally, I wanted to keep it secretly for a few days and wait until Christmas to give it to you..." Suer muttered a few words. He didn't expect that he would be discovered all of a sudden. If he had known about the food he gave the cat before boarding the train, There's something to help you sleep.

Under Hermione's gaze, Soul could only take out the small cloth bag placed on his chest, open the mouth of the bag and reach in to take it out.

A cage was pulled out.

There is a ginger cat inside.

"Now, a Christmas gift for you." Soul gently placed the cage on the table and pushed it towards Hermione.

The surprise was so great that it caught Hermione off guard.She was so moved that she couldn't wait to open the cage, hold the cat in her arms, and kiss her...

After a while, she raised her little face from the cat with satisfaction, "How did you know that I planned to go to Diagon Alley to buy it for Christmas?"

"I don't know." Suer smiled and said, "But I know you like it very much."

"Oh, thank you." Hermione lowered her eyes uncomfortably.

"I really didn't mean to tease you that day." Suer said.

"I've forgotten that kind of thing a long time ago." Hermione blushed slightly and stroked the cat again and again, "Am I the kind of stingy person?"

Suer rolled his eyes secretly, you are the most stingy one, okay?

"I'm going to give it a name..." Hermione said, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"It already belongs to you, you can give it a name yourself." Suer said with a smile.

Hermione lowered her head and thought about it.

"Yes..." Her eyes lit up and she raised the cat to her eyes, "It's called --- Crookshanks."

"Hello... Crookshanks..."

"Meow~"

Soul was startled, looking at Hermione who was looking at Crookshanks, and thought for a moment.

Oh, I didn’t expect that this name would be given to this cat so long ago like fate.

Time is like the scenery outside the train glass, passing quietly amidst the clanging sound.

"Dad!" Hermione hugged the cat happily and ran to Mr. Granger outside the train station. After all, she was still an 11-year-old child, and her attachment to her family would only become more profound as time went by.

Hermione held the cat, so Soul had to drag the two suitcases with difficulty.

When you are inside the wall, you can use the floating spell to make the suitcases follow you. But outside the wall, you have to use your small body to drag two suitcases weighing at least 20 kilograms.

Why couldn't the house elves just help send the suitcase home in one step...Hermione's suitcase must have contained a lot of books.

She hardly misses any break!

Soul dragged and pulled the suitcase with great difficulty to Mr. Granger's car.

"Excuse me, Mr. Granger."

"Welcome back, Soul." Mr. Granger gave Soul a hug, then took the suitcases and put them in the trunk.

"Su Li and Angel are already waiting for you at home, shall we go?"

"Go home, go home," Hermione urged cheerfully as she quickly got into the back seat with the cat.

Soul pulled the seat belt into the buckle and locked it, and looked at Mr. Granger who was igniting the car.

"Are Angel and my mom okay?"

"Everything is fine at home. Your mother comes to my wife every day to chat and drink tea." Mr. Granger replied with a smile.

The car drove out from King's Cross Station. The laughter and meowing from time to time made the journey not lonely. Mr. Granger is a person who understands humor, and many interesting things happen in his clinic every day.

When the car drove into Lily Street, familiar houses were already in sight, but Suer was silent.

"Creak..." The car's brakes sounded.

"Young man, let's get home." Granger gently rubbed Soul's hair.

Su Er stared blankly at the door of his house - there was a young girl standing at the door holding a little girl. Angel was much older than before he left home.

Suer mechanically unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and got out of the car.

"Guoguo!" Angel's shout came from far away. It was a familiar smell, a familiar collision, and a small cannonball smashed straight into his arms.

"Guo...Guo Guo..." Angel buried her head in Su Er's arms, "I...I miss you so much...wow..."

Angel's childish cry made Su Er's heart melt, "Don't cry, isn't my brother back?"

Su Er pulled Angel out of his arms, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and put her forehead on her head, "Brother misses you too, little angel."

"Brother brought you a gift. If you cry like a little cat, you won't have any gifts."

Under Su Er's soft soothing voice, Angel quickly stopped crying.

Su Er held her with one hand and the luggage with the other, and walked all the way to the door of the house.

"Mom...I'm back." Suer looked at Mrs. Ellison, who was smiling with crooked eyes and fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Welcome home, son." Mrs. Ellison held Suer in her arms, rubbed his somewhat curly hair, and said with a smile.

Mr. Granger looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, and turned his head to look at his daughter who was about to cry with emotion.

"Welcome home, Hermione." Mr. Granger smiled and pressed Hermione into his arms. He tightened and then released. The girl was older and couldn't be too intimate.

Neither family noticed that on the second floor of a house across the street, a woman was standing in front of the window, watching the scene silently.

"He has a very good family, brother." The woman murmured to herself.