[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Finally, the Christmas holiday came, and Simo invited Hermione to go home with her. Ever since Hermione knew of Simo's life experience, she became particularly interested in her family's collection of books.

Harry and Ron boarded the train first, and by the time Seymour and Hermione arrived, they were already sitting in the compartment.

Standing outside Ron's box, Lavender made a heart shape to Ron's affectionate gesture.

Hermione glanced at them, she paused, then walked over expressionlessly.

Seeing that Ron was still covering his heart, Simo sighed tiredly: "Lavender almost kissed my mouth..."

She opened the box door and looked at Ron with contempt, "Ron, you are disgusting!"

"How disgusting am I?" Ron stood up immediately and shouted, "Didn't I just have a girlfriend? Why do you and Hermione seem to have eaten gunpowder?"

Simo snorted and slammed the box door shut.

Then he trotted over and chased Hermione.

Hermione's complexion was still not good, she leaned on the back of the chair without saying a word, Simo looked at her with a smile: "Hermione, don't think about Ron, my parents are very happy to know that you are coming."

Hermione leaned her head on Simo's shoulder and murmured, "I really don't understand. Why is that guy always on my mind?"

"How could love be understood?" Ximo said softly.She cast her gaze out the window,

The outside world has become icy and snowy, and snowflakes are constantly beating on the car windows.

Since that kiss, Simo has never seen Draco again,

She understood that Draco might really have something to hide, but what she couldn't figure out was what Draco was taking on.

His indifferent and struggling eyes that night have undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in her heart.

Simo's parents like Hermione, a smart little witch,

On the second day after arriving at her house, Ms. Finnigan brought Seymour and Hermione to the Sweet family's ancestral home.

The ancestral house of the Sweet family has been hidden by a spell. Apart from the Sweet family, I am afraid that no one else will be able to come here.

The quaint and elegant old manor seems to have experienced centuries of wind and rain, and still looks at its visitors silently.

Hermione sat on the sofa in a daze, she kept looking around, carved furniture, expensive murals, soft Persian carpets.

There is no doubt that every place here does not show the prominence of the master's identity.

Ms. Finnigan leaned on the handrail of the stairs and sighed slightly: "I will always think of your grandfather when I come here."

Simo knew that Ms. Finnigan thought about her sad past, so she changed the subject and asked, "Mom, where is your grandfather's library?"

Ms. Finnigan paused. "Come with me."

Then she brought Seymour and Hermione to the fireplace, she took out her wand, she didn't know what spell she was chanting,

The fireplace rolled up in an instant, and the bricks and tiles on the wall began to be pushed away layer by layer. A layer of gaps gradually grew from small to large. The speed was so fast that before Ximo had time to react,

An indescribably spacious room appeared in front of Simo's eyes in an instant.

The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling shone brightly.

Rows of bookshelves lined up, almost endless.The three of them stood here, but they looked extraordinarily small.

Simo's eyes were wide open, she licked her lips in disbelief, but couldn't say a word for a while.

Seymour, she swore she had never seen such a magnificent library, not even the library at Hogwarts.

But it is strange that the books on some bookshelves are neatly arranged, while the books on some bookshelves are scattered.

There were also many books that fell on the floor as if knocked over by accident in haste, and some shelves were even empty.

"This is the hard work of generations of the Sweet family."

Ms. Finnigan looked out the window and murmured:

"When that person was the most powerful, your grandfather rejected them, and then burned many important books."

Simo was taken aback for a moment, she had never seen this old man before, but suddenly she was in awe.

But soon Ximo suddenly realized something, and she asked eagerly, "Did he take revenge on his grandfather?"

Ms. Finnigan smiled wryly, patted Simo on the shoulder, and said softly:

"After your grandfather burned these books, he died soon after. I was not with him at that time, and your aunt also married to France, and that person also had an accident not long after."

"Because of Harry," Hermione said suddenly.

Ms. Finnigan nodded slightly: "Yes, the boy who survived the catastrophe, maybe I should thank him."

Speaking of which, she sighed slightly, then set her eyes on Simo and Hermione, she looked at Hermione tenderly and said:

"Although many books have been burned, the remaining books are enough for you to read, but if you don't come, Hermione, Simo probably won't want to see his grandfather's collection of books for the rest of his life."

Simo glanced at Ms. Finnigan in embarrassment: "Mom, why don't you save me some face."

Hermione straddled Simo's arm and said with a smile, "Simore, you don't have to hide in front of me."

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Hermione said it was the happiest Christmas holiday she had ever had in her life,

She saw a lot of books that she had never read before, and there were many advanced spells and potion making that she had never heard of.

Simo looked at Hermione, put down the book in her hand, and walked around the bookshelf a few times,

She found that one book seemed out of place with the others,

This book is very old, and some pages even show signs of wear and tear. It is obvious that the owner has read it many times over the years.

Simo picked up the book and flipped through it casually,

These are some potion making methods.Ximo had never seen these potions before, and they looked very high-end.

At the same time, there are a large number of densely packed notes beside it.

Is this my grandfather's handwriting?Ximo was taken aback for a moment, she didn't know why she suddenly felt a little sour in her heart.

Simo licked his lips and removed the emerald necklace from his neck.

Under the reflection of the light, the crystal clear emerald seemed to be blown by green waves.An indescribable sense of familiarity suddenly surged in her heart.

Simo clutched the emerald necklace tightly and sighed slightly.

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