young man returning home

Chapter 32 Muggle Life

Those are things of the past.

Bubbles bubbled in the Pensieve, memories rushed into Hermione's mind, and there was the sound of wind blowing in her ears.The two ends of the water flow block are separated by two different worlds.

She saw herself a year ago wrapped in a thick plush pajamas, lying on her desk, fiddled with her curly hair boredly.She had just taken a shower, the heating in the room was turned on just right, and the water was dripping from her hair. She walked to the bed, grabbed the towel, and wiped it casually twice.

There was light snow outside.It was the normal weather for Christmas. There happened to be a lot of snow in the morning. In the evening, the snow gradually weakened. There was only a thin layer of snow on the street. When the boots stepped on it, it just happened to sink an inch. Shallow footprints.Children are laughing and playing outside with small Christmas trees. Parents on the street are shouting: "Go home and wait for the presents! Santa Claus will come out of the chimney, children! Go to bed early, put the presents in the socks, and don't sleep anymore , Santa Claus will leave quietly in his elk sleigh...!" The white lies of the parents finally brought back the playful hearts of the children, and they went home obediently, and the street suddenly fell silent.

The snow is still falling silently.

Hermione was lying on the table, a quiet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.There is a mysterious world in every child's heart. When she was a child, she was coaxed home by her parents in the same way. She didn't want to miss Santa's gift. When she got up in the morning, her socks were full of candies and sweets.After all, Santa Claus left her childhood full of surprises. She was curious and happy, but like every child, she had never seen the real Santa Claus driving a sleigh and ringing bells to the village where the children lived. , struggling to climb the chimney.The difference she experienced was that at the age of 11, she received a letter from an owl, and the door to the mysterious world opened.

Hermione took out her wand and wiped it carefully, as delicately as a baby.Mrs. Granger knocked on the door outside: "Can Mom come in?"

"Come in! Mother dear! I don't have much time for you."

"Ah, child, are you leaving again? The truth is, you haven't been back for long!" Mrs. Granger was a little bit reluctant, she knew that Hermione's vacation would not last long: "You want to leave this year?" What gift? Honey. I really don't know whether it was right or wrong to send you to that school in the suburbs of Scotland. Maybe when the owl came, I should..."

"Ah! Don't say that, dear mother!" Hermione said, taking a honey-glazed pumpkin pie from Mrs. Granger, "I'm having a great time at Hogwarts! A lot of friends! Mom, don’t you also like listening to me tell stories about the wizarding world?”

"What those stubborn pure-bloods did to you in the story is really worrying..." Mrs. Granger complained endlessly, and she sat down on the edge of the bed-there was a mess of Hermione's packing luggage, Granger Mrs. Jay almost screamed when she saw it: "Mien, are you leaving after Christmas? Immediately?"

"Yes, Mum, I can only come back once a year, and this time it's on leave - we spend Christmas in Hogsmeade last year. I'm with Harry Ron... don't worry." She thought Thinking, there is another annoying blond boy, and only in front of her will the arrogant Malfoy let go of his defenses and start to become gentle.She had never told anyone about this secret, and this time she returned to Hogwarts, she planned to show Harry and Ron, teasing her about falling in love with a Parseltongue, so what?It's time for Slytherin and Gryffindor to settle their feud!

Mrs. Granger was wiping her tears, but she finally said, "Minn, bring more clothes, don't be afraid of having too much luggage—it must be colder in the suburbs of Scotland!" Mrs. Granger shivered and shrank her neck , making Hermione laugh.

"Mom, I'd like to have another honeydew pumpkin pie -- how about a Christmas present this year?" She threw her head up, blinking her eyes and begging for the yummy treat, looking like a starving toddler.

"It's a great honor, Miss Granger," Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "Mum will make a few more, so you can take them back to school for dinner, please?" The lady tied up the apron that was left aside, and got up to prepare.

"Great!" Hermione exclaimed.The first thing that came to her mind was to show that smirking blond kid a Muggle craft!It's so funny how he bared his teeth and deliberately picked pricks!Slytherin always has such a bad habit, even if he is happy in his heart, he always has a cold expression on his face.

It was really a Christmas Eve full of surprises.

Of course, it was also the Christmas Eve when Draco ran away from marriage.On the one hand, there is the expected happiness, and on the other side, there is an engagement banquet that exploded into pieces. Draco left a mess indifferently, but he continued happiness on the other side.

Happiness can only be tasted through comparison.Young love is about to die halfway.

Hermione packed the steaming pumpkin pie with honey sauce. Under Mrs. Granger's strict instructions, she used magic to seal the heat, so that the pumpkin pie remained at the temperature just out of the oven before it was opened.

After finishing everything, Mrs. Granger left with satisfaction: "Go to bed early! Baby!"

"Hey! Mom! How old am I?" Hermione called her mother suddenly.

"Dear Mien, 15 years old! . . . Does magic make people forgetful? Poor child!"

"Haha! According to the rules of the wizarding world, underage wizards under the age of 17 are not allowed to use magic within the range of leaving the school grounds - let alone in the Muggle neighborhood! Dear mother, under your nagging, I used The heat of the honey pumpkin pie is stored by magic—" Hermione giggled, "I don't think I'm going to be wanted by the Ministry of Magic all over the UK for a pack of pumpkin pie?"

"Damn child!" Mrs. Granger made a grimace: "Mom is so scared!"

After Mrs. Granger left the room, Hermione lay on the bed with her legs crossed, enjoying the pumpkin pie with honey sauce.Life at Hogwarts was like a rubber-backed movie, playing frame by frame in her mind.

She thought again of the proud blond boy in Slytherin.

During the short Christmas holiday, she had almost no access to news from the wizarding world.When they were about to enter Hogsmeade Village for vacation as in previous years, Draco evasively expressed the hope that Hermione would take leave and return to her home in the Muggle world.

Although Hermione felt that Draco's eyes were not quite right at the time, she was still very happy to accept this vacation proposal. On the one hand, she also missed her parents in the Muggle world very much. The materials left at home in the Muggle world, just in time to go back to pick them up.

"Hermione, next Christmas, you will come back to Malfoy Manor with me, okay?" Draco sincerely invited.

Hermione was almost startled: "Draco! Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm sober, Hermione, we can't hide in the dark forever, my parents should know you better...you have to change the image in their eyes..."

"Change... the image?" Hermione pouted, "Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy seem to be... not familiar, right? You can't talk about 'change'..."

"No no..." Draco was anxious, "Before the second grade, I used to complain to them that the nutria in the first grade was a very hateful, very hateful Gryffindor!!! You are in their eyes..." De Laco spread his hands guiltily, "It's full of bad marks..."

"……you!!!!"