tampered with the past

Because of the Triwizard Tournament, my grandmother has been too busy to talk to me alone for a long time.

I hate the Triwizard Tournament!

There is also the headmaster of Durmstrang, although I can't see his appearance, but from the outline of his behavior, it is not difficult for me to see that he thinks too much about his grandmother.

Hugging every time we meet is really too much.The grandmother is also true, obviously I am her grandson, but in the end, she never hugged me once, but I was hugged several times by that annoying principal.

Hug it!

Hug it!

I thought viciously in my heart, wait until Grandpa Harry comes and see how he can fix you.

I accepted the fact that Harry Potter was my maternal grandfather without any pressure.Unlike my mother, I don't have entangled relationships and familiar families.Harry Potter being my grandfather and Ron Weasley being my grandfather, in my opinion, is not much different.Even, I'm even happier that Harry Potter is my maternal grandfather, because I've always admired him so much.

Now, my only regret is to be filled—

Maybe I have to thank the nasty Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter, my maternal grandfather, the current Minister of Magic, is finally coming to Hogwarts, accompanied by my titular grandfather.

Although the food was in the works, my eyes were fixed on the two empty chairs next to my grandmother until Elsa stuffed a chicken leg into my hand.

"You'll be starving," Elsa said. "If I were you, I'd feed myself first, unless you're going to involve the googling in your belly in an important conversation."

Clever Elsa obviously knew what I was trying to do.

She's right, there's no need for my stomach to mess things up when it matters.

I almost devoured the three big trays of dim sum, and then continued to raise my head in peace——

The two empty chairs next to my grandmother have been filled.

I couldn't help pulling Elsa's sleeve: "Which one is..."

"The one near the middle." Elsa said before I finished asking, "You must have noticed that he has messy hair."

Yes!

Messy hair!

The messy lines outlined by the gray and white outlines brought me an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

my maternal grandfather.

My favorite hero.

Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived and the Savior.

It's my mother's father.

It was also the cause of my mother's pain (using this word to describe my grandfather, it really hurts me).

at last.

The truth is approaching.

I looked at Uncle Weasley, who was eating quietly at the staff table.

His grandmother's silencing spell has silenced him, but I, Sisszel Malfoy, will ask questions about everything.

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