Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"Does he really have a lot of official duties?" Sisley curled his lips and said, feeling the magic fluctuations when Dumbledore left just now.

"As a headmaster, of course I have a lot of work." Hermione said, nudging Sisley with her elbow.

"But I saw it quite leisurely." Sisley said, touching his chin.

"Huh? Where did you see it?" Hermione asked with some confusion.

"intuition."

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After Dumbledore left, the vice-principal Professor McGonagall came again and chatted with the Grangers for two hours, reshaping their world view. Fortunately, the two of them had good endurance, and they even stayed there that night. Made a big meal.

"Congratulations to both of you on becoming wizards, cheers!" Mrs. Granger raised a wine glass and clinked it with the others on the table. Sitting across from them were Sisley and Hermione.

It is worth mentioning that Mr. Granger was listless, eating mechanically with a grimace on his face.

Sisley looked puzzled for a while and thought to himself: "This uncle used to laugh and laugh every day. Why is he suddenly sad today? There shouldn't be anything bad going on in the dental clinic, right?"

Sisley, who really couldn't figure it out, decided to ask for help from the off-site. His leg under the table lightly touched Hermione beside him.

Hermione's face was red and she kept avoiding the eyes of Mr. Granger opposite. She was suddenly startled by Sisley's greeting. She quickly calmed down and prevented the drunken lady and the grimacing lady opposite. The gentleman noticed something strange.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Sisley in a low voice, her head almost buried in the plate. "What's wrong?"

"Why is Uncle Granger so sad? What happened?" Sisley responded in a low voice.

Hermione recalled the small meeting that Mr. Granger dragged her to the second floor before dinner. She was so embarrassed that her toes scratched the ground, but she still had the courage to explain: "He...he...he just, I don't either." I know, and my mother always said that men have a few days every month, maybe my dad is within those few days."

"Huh? Why didn't I?" Sisley's confusion was not only not resolved, but also escalated to a higher level.

As the wine was poured into Mrs. Granger's glass, the kind and humorous but drunken lady finally fell down on the table with a clatter.

"Well, I always told her not to let him drink so much wine, but she never listened." Upon seeing this, Mr. Granger bent down and picked up Mrs. Granger and walked to the bedroom on the second floor. It didn't take long for her to return. Came down.

However, the atmosphere at this time was a bit awkward. After all, Mrs. Granger, who had been drinking and talking about trains and being lively, was no longer around. There were now a total of three people at the dinner table.

Sisley, who is less sensitive to emotions due to the love potion, Hermione who is immersed in the bubble teapot, and the person opposite who is looking at his precious cabbage taking away the basin and disappearing under his nose. Three months later, Mr. Granger was already somewhat depressed.

The atmosphere at the scene could not be more lively.

"Sisley, did you know you were a wizard before this?" Mr. Granger finally broke the heavy atmosphere and asked.

"Before this, I thought wizards were just characters in storybooks. Who knew art really comes from life." Sisley replied.

"What about the one you just performed, the one where you can control objects with just a wave of your hand?" Mr. Granger continued to ask.

"I always thought that it was a special power, like something from a superhero comic. Sometimes I was still afraid that someone would suddenly break into my house and take me away for human research." Sisley felt Granger The gentleman looked at him more and more strangely and said bravely.

Mr. Granger nodded and asked Hermione again: "Hermione, can you use such magic?"

Hermione shook her head in embarrassment and said, "Sisley said he could feel the magic flowing and boiling in his body, but I didn't feel that way."

Mr. Granger exhaled deeply and said, "It seems that Hermione's talent is not particularly good. I am a little worried about which strange school you are in."

Sisley shook his head subconsciously and said: "No, as long as I am here, she will not be bullied by others. It will be the same everywhere."

"Well, I believe you, take care of yourself over there." Mr. Granger said and poured a glass of grape juice for Sisley.

Sisley held the quilt in his hand, raised it and looked towards Mr. Granger and said: "Cheers."

Mr. Granger laughed heartily at the appearance of little Sisley, touched Sisley's glass with his wine glass, and then drank it all.

"Also, you can't bully Hermione." Mr. Granger added after finishing his drink.

"Huh? I've never bullied Hermione." Sisley said with some surprise.

Mr. Granger didn't explain, he just stood up and reached towards Hermione's face with a big hand.

"Hey!" Hermione slapped Mr. Granger's hand away.

As Mr. Granger withdrew his finger, a small red mark appeared on Hermione's fair face.

"Dad, what are you doing!" Hermione rubbed her red face and shouted angrily.

"Eh... you obviously didn't say anything when Sisley pinched your face before. Sisley can do it, but dad can't?" Mr. Granger said with an increasingly miserable expression.

"Sisley...he is different..." Hermione couldn't refute. The last silence was deafening. Of course, it was Mr. Granger's ears that were shocked.

"Anyway, Sisley, I also come from your age. At the immature age of eleven, sometimes I can't express my love accurately, and sometimes I even bully and hurt the girl you like, which makes us finally get married. The couple eventually drifted apart."

"When you express your love, you should think more about each other's perspective. This is not difficult for your smart heads." Mr. Granger looked at Sisley and Hermione and said.

Sisley looked confused, but nodded.

and Hermione, whose faces were red and speechless.

Seeing this, Mr. Granger nodded and said, "As long as you understand, some harmless jokes and interactions are still okay. This will enhance the relationship between young lovers, just like your Aunt Granger and I did when we were young."

Sisley nodded seriously this time, indicating that he had written it all down, while Hermione next to him was kicking Mr. Granger's knees crazily under the table.

In the end, Mr. Granger couldn't bear it anymore and stood up decisively and said to Sisley: "Okay, it's getting late. Sisley can stay here today. I'll clean up your room tomorrow." I'll take you to that... Diagon Alley." Mr. Granger said, holding his knees and walking upstairs.

"What happened to Uncle Granger's leg?" Sisley looked at Hermione with some confusion and asked.

"He fell by himself while going downstairs this morning," Hermione replied.