Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

A rare holiday has officially begun.

"Hermione, tell me, where are we going this holiday?" Mrs. Granger was sitting on an old-fashioned brown sofa, peeling apples with a fruit knife, and asked her daughter's holiday plans.

There was an empty silver plate in front of her coffee table.

"I've been to France before. How about going to Italy this time?" Mrs. Granger gave her own suggestion and gently placed a sliced ​​apple on the plate.

Hermione's family conditions are quite good in the whole Muggle society.

Whether it is social status or economic situation.

Because her parents are dentists, in Europe and the United States, this is quite a decent job.

The expense of traveling once a year on vacation is not a problem at all.

"Hermione?"

"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger put the unpeeled apple and knife back on the plate, amplifying her voice, and calling out her daughter's name again.

Hermione looked startled, and raised her head sharply to meet her mother's eyes.

"Why have you been a little absent-minded these past two days," said Mrs. Granger, frowning, staring at her daughter.

"Are you worried about the exam?" Mr. Granger put the newspaper in his hand on the brown-red coffee table beside him.

"It's a little bit." Hermione's mouth pulled out a smile, but it looked a little reluctant anyway.

"It's okay, our Hermione is both hardworking and smart, I know that," said Mr. Granger with a smile.

"Even if it really fails, I believe it's not a big problem."

The abnormal performance of the scholar is completely different from that of the scumbag.

The couple also remembered that their daughter was extremely demanding of herself.

In a similar preschool class before going to Hogwarts, often berate yourself.

I often cried for a long time because I didn't get a perfect score or a high score in the quiz.

As for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry now, it is rare to come back several times a year.

They couldn't care less at school

"No, I did well in the test." Hermione lowered her head slightly, pulled a few strands of broken hair behind her ears, and took a deep breath to hide something.

"Will she fall in love?"

Seeing Hermione put her head down again, Mrs. Granger picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, put it back into her husband's hands, and stood it up.

Mr. Granger frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Do you think Hermione is in love?" She whispered in a very low voice beside her husband's ear.

"I don't know." Mr. Granger shook his head.

"I know I can't help her."

"Don't discuss these things, I believe she is measured."

Discussion was fruitless.

"It's time for me to cook now."

"What would you like to eat today? Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked briskly.

"I'm not a picky eater, Mom," Hermione said sullenly.

"Okay." Mrs. Granger smiled and went to prepare dinner.

Hermione looked at her mother's busy back, and once again covered her father's face with a newspaper.

Only at this time did her eyes turn slightly red.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The luggage I brought back was almost an empty suitcase, which looked heavy, but didn't actually bring anything back.

What's the point of bringing luggage when you're going back to school soon?

Hermione naturally wouldn't worry about the Animagus problem, she knew her parents would definitely allow it, and they didn't understand what it meant.

They have always been supportive of learning.

In front of the old-fashioned TV, a female announcer dressed in formal attire broadcast the news in a slightly serious tone: "A few days ago, the stray dogs have bitten dozens of citizens, and the London police have been dispatched. Please travel with caution. , if there is information about stray dogs from unknown sources, call the police in a timely manner.”

what does that mean?

There is no such strong deterrent for stray dogs.

The answer seems obvious.

werewolf.

There are many uncontrolled werewolves starting to attack Muggles.

It's just that some wizards responsible for tampering with memories try to maintain order.

Thinking back to their attack on the Hogwarts Express not so long ago, it's not going to be peaceful any time soon.

And Hermione also made a difficult decision.

Now Hermione secretly took out her wand and pointed it directly in front of her.

Her lips moved, and a white light passed silently through the newspaper, hitting her father

No sound came,

Mr. Granger fell asleep directly on the soft sofa.

He never dreamed that his daughter would use magic to attack him.

"Italy? Then Italy, it should be very suitable." Hermione opened the map book, glanced at the map, and the wand in her hand trembled slightly.

As for her mother, when the magic took effect, Hermione stood behind and supported her, supported her, hooked her shoulders, and dragged her to the sofa.

The couple leaned against each other, collapsed on the sofa, and Hermione cast the Oblivion Charm.

Remove them all from your memory of yourself.

The current Grangers are a Dink family.

In order to avoid the strangeness of the people around him, going out to travel is a good solution. Hermione could not cast the forgetting spell on the surrounding neighbors.

Hermione stared blankly at her home, looking at the slightly old mahogany chairs, the slightly broken glass coffee table, and the walls that were no longer white, with a slightly yellowish color, everything. Everything, everything, an arrangement that couldn't be more familiar.

It soon began to change.

Because the magic starts to work.

The family photo of the three people on the desk became a couple, and Hermione, standing in the middle, disappeared.

The clothes she has worn in the wardrobe, the awards she has won...

Everything about her was wiped away.

Hermione didn't want to do this either, but she knew that Voldemort hated Muggles in particular, and that half-bloods would be despised by him, let alone her blood.

She didn't feel inferior because of this, and she didn't think there was anything wrong, but Voldemort was extremely hostile. .

Parents must not be implicated.

Hermione thought so.

Standing at the entrance of the house, a large suitcase stood behind Hermione, then she squatted down, fastened her shoelaces, and stood up slowly.

Her breathing gradually became rhythmic. After about a few minutes, she looked at the blue-colored, somewhat rusted iron door, as if she had made up her mind. She pushed open the door and stepped out, leaving without looking back.

Every minute and every second, she was afraid that she would regret it, lifted the magic, confessed to her parents, and acted as if nothing had happened.

But she can't be so selfish.

She had to work hard to restrain her desire to talk.

If it's something else, it's normal to talk to your parents.

But now, they can't help at all.

Hermione didn't want them to worry too much either.

She quickly came to the nearest street, stood under a dim street lamp, raised her wand, and waited.

Just two minutes later, with a loud bang, three-story, bright purple buses pulled up in front of her with the words "Knight Bus" written in large gold letters on their windshields. words.

"I'm going to the Leaky Cauldron," Hermione said.

"Eleven silver coins..." The conductor wanted to say something else.

"I only take the car. Okay, I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me."

"The little witch who quarreled with her family and ran away from home?" the conductor joked.

Hermione didn't answer, sobbing, her red eyes staring blankly at the window of the car, and she didn't go to sleep as she said.

"Okay." The young man shrugged helplessly, took out a brand new towel from behind and handed it over.

"I didn't ask for a disposable towel," Hermione said.

"No money, ma'am." The man shrugged, and his fan ears twitched.

Comforting and comforting those who have been frustrated on the journey is worthwhile in Stan Thorpak's opinion—even if it may cost him his salary.

In the end, Hermione didn't take the towel, she just pretended not to hear it, looking at the changing scenery outside the window, feeling the twisted and sometimes soothing rhythm of the speed of the car.

About ten minutes later, after Hermione had boarded the knight bus for four stops, the Grangers woke up leisurely from the sofa at home, and when they woke up, they glanced at each other.

"Why did I fall asleep?" said Mr. Granger in confusion as he lay on the sofa.

"By the way, where did we just say we were going on a trip?"

"France, or Italy?"

"I remember we went to France," said Mrs. Granger.

The same dialogue was staged again, and it can be seen that the couple are very keen to travel.

"Forget it, I'll discuss it later, I'll cook now." Mrs. Granger smiled and turned to the kitchen.

"Huh? Why is the dish hot?"

Mrs. Granger turned on the microwave, feeling a little strange.

At the same time, vaguely, I feel that I seem to have forgotten some important memories.