tampered with the past

Harry's grandfather actually laughed, which was beyond my expectation. In my mind, he should be angry, and I was already prepared to choke with him.

result……

His smile completely wiped out all my ideas.

"What a funny kid!" said Harry's grandfather, laughing. "What a lovely kid!"

I gritted my teeth, this is not going to work, if I want Harry's grandfather to tell the truth, it is absolutely impossible to change from passive to active.However, Harry's grandfather is very cunning, unless...

I'm sorry, but "stimulation" is really the only appropriate move at the moment.

"Grandmother also said I'm cute." I took a sip of tea and said casually, "Just like my mother."

"Slap!" Harry's grandfather's teacup fell to the ground.

"Rose..." murmured Harry's grandfather, seemingly completely unaware that the teacup was out of his hands.

There seemed to be ice in the house.

The low air pressure emanating from Harry's grandfather made me cringe slightly.

"What a smart kid..." After a long silence, Harry's grandfather sighed softly and said, "Not only is he smart, but he also likes to play tricks."

I watched him quietly, although I couldn't actually see his features at all.

"Tell me! What exactly do you want to ask?"

"I..." I murmured, but I flinched suddenly.

What if Harry's grandfather just won't tell me the truth?

What's more, in case Harry's grandfather pulls out his wand and casts the Oblivion Charm on me...

Worrying doesn't solve the problem after all.

I puffed out my chest, as if it would boost my confidence: "I want to know the truth! Grandfather!"

"Grandfather?"

I twisted the hem of my clothes uneasily.

Harry's grandfather's voice was strangely cool: "You know a lot, maybe, I should praise your intelligence, obviously, you know more than I expected."

Harry's grandfather waved his wand, and the teacup on the ground returned to his hand intact, and he poured himself another cup of tea: "Let me guess, Ron told you?"

I nodded, then shook my head: "I discovered it myself, Ron's grandfather just confirmed my discovery."

"Find it yourself?" Harry's grandfather picked up the teacup. He obviously didn't believe me. "Tell me, what did you discover 'yourself'?"

"That's it..." I said, my voice was a little tense, "I am your grandson, my mother is the daughter of you and your grandmother, and...the memory of your grandmother has been tampered with."

"Sure enough." Harry's grandfather's voice could not hear any emotion, "If my guess is correct, you must be curious about the reason."

This time, I didn't nod or shake my head.

Harry's grandfather didn't expect an answer from me, he went on, "I can assume that if I don't tell you, you won't let it go. Although... I can make you forget..."

"Are you going to curse me?"

Harry's grandfather laughed: "That's a terrible word to use, no! No! I'm not going to curse you, you're my blood and Hermione's, I just..."

"Just going to modify my memory, just like your grandma..."

"Shut up!" My prodding worked, and Harry's grandfather put the teacup heavily on the table with a "bang", "I haven't modified Hermione's memory! No! And there's no reason! I love her! More than anyone love her even more!"

The forbearable longing finally broke out, and a strange warmth spread in the cold hut.

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