tampered with the past

Although I don't like this titular grandfather very much, I can't help feeling sad for his narrative.

Ron's grandfather was, after all, a great man.

He loves his grandmother.

He loves wholeheartedly, loves without complaint or regret, even if the person his grandmother loves is never him, he has always firmly guarded his grandmother's happiness.

My eye sockets are a little sore.

Ron's grandfather had left, but I stayed where I was.

Harry's grandfather loved his grandmother.

Since love, why not stand upright by her side to protect her?Why do you want to leave?Why don't you even dare to say the reason?

These thoughts grew wildly in my mind like green vines, which made my head hurt.

I swore I was going to figure this whole thing out.

Now that the determination has been made, it is important to take a good rest right now.

I made a plan for myself: first, sleep well, think about nothing, and maintain my head; then, find Harry's grandfather, and ask him the reason; then, of course, tell the truth to grandmother and Luo. Granny's grandfather.

At last……

I fell asleep, and my dream was a happy reunion.

When the sunshine of the day awakened my sweet dreams, I began to worry.

Although my plan seems to be in order, it is not so easy to implement it.The obstacles mainly come from two aspects, one is naturally Harry’s grandfather, if my judgment is correct, he is very different from Ron’s grandfather; the other is naturally the grandmother, according to the records in Uncle Weasley’s diary , my grandmother obviously valued Harry's grandfather's reputation more than her own happiness...

"Alas!" I couldn't help but sighed, and felt that the headache had started to attack again.

"Why are you sighing?" Elsa didn't seem to wake up yet, her voice was full of haze, "Could it be that you, like Beauxbaton's representative, are also infected with the sigh bug?"

"Sighing bug?"

Elsa took a sip of the pumpkin juice: "Didn't you notice? Beauxbaton's representatives are always sighing. I dare say that the sighing bugs must be rampant in their breeding grounds."

I couldn't help pricking up my ears in the direction where Beauxbaton's representatives were sitting.

Sure enough, a long and short sigh, either complaining that Hogwarts is too cold, or complaining that the food at Hogwarts is not delicious enough...

A bunch of nasty guys.

"They're not infected with moanworms," ​​I said to Elsa, "they're infected with flatworms."

"To the flatworms?" Elsa laughed. "I think so. They have different symptoms from yours!"

"I?"

Elsa nodded almost imperceptibly: "Typical symptoms of sighing bug parasitism-ah! You were like this just now, looking very troubled."

I was amused by Elsa's exaggerated voice.

trouble?

Do not!

As long as Elsa is around, troubles will definitely stay far away and dare not come over.

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