Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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The Heathgart Road that crosses Mead Street is a street full of green.This small street is not wide, and to be honest, it is a bit short—the kind that can be reached in a few steps.

This is a slightly compact but beautiful residential area.

The houses here are mostly small three-story red bricks and brown tiles. Residents have invariably lined up white lattice windows, adding a bit of fun to the greenery here.

Standing on the street and looking to the north, you can see the gate of St. Jude’s Church with a cone-shaped spire, straight facing you, seemingly ready to welcome devout believers to confession and confession.

At this time, the sun has set, and there are not so many street lights on this street, so that it looks a little dim.Hermione dragged the suitcase and walked gently, her eyes wandering quietly around the houses on both sides of the road.

This Christmas holiday, she was planning to go to the Burrow or Old Black House-she had even sent letters to her home.But under Maca's inadvertent persuasion, after thinking about it, she chose to go home.

Granger's house was the fifth house on the left at the crossroads. Before she could take a few steps, Hermione had already arrived in front of her long-lost house.

The light is still on in the window, presumably the Grangers are enjoying this deserted dinner that is also not accompanied by their daughter, right?

They are a pair of very tolerant parents, and there is no doubt that they love their daughter deeply.Of course Hermione knew about this, and she loved them very much.

But after Maca's inadvertent reminder, she is now standing in front of the house, and the feelings that came from family affection seem to become more and more deep.

Hermione is a very assertive girl, like this since she was a child.Parents would not object to what she was going to do, because the Grangers felt that their daughter was the best and they should be given enough trust and encouragement.

Just like this time, even if Hermione said that she would spend Christmas in her magical world, the Grangers did not mention any objection in their reply.

But now, when Hermione quietly looked at the orange fireplace fire through the window, she could finally truly feel how heavy the love contained in that trust.

All normal parents hope to watch their children grow up every day.Even if they can choose to release their children for the sake of their deep love, in a corner called "home", they still silently expect that the children will return someday.

Standing at the door, Hermione twitched her reddish nose and blinked.

"...This weather." She muttered softly.

Just as she cheered up again and planned to reach out and ring the doorbell, she heard a faint sound of dialogue coming from the room.She hesitated for a moment with her extended hand, and then stopped in midair.

"...Honey, put the Christmas tree away! Didn't Minnie 2's letter say that I won't be back this Christmas?" Mrs. Granger said.

"Oh, let it stay there! Just take it for me to make up for Christmas," Mr. Granger paused. "When my father was too busy when I was young, my mother had to fool me with the branches of the tree..."

"Stop talking about your old things. I've said it so many times. I've already remembered it!" Mrs. Granger's voice sounded a little unhappy, but only a short while later. She added, "Then put the Christmas tree there first! Come and help me pack the presents together, and we have to let the owl send it to Minnie!"

"Of course, of course, here comes!" Mr. Granger continued, "but to be honest, the owl is so smart, it is really hard to imagine—"

"They can understand what Minnie says," Mrs. Granger explained to her husband. "Minnie and I mentioned it... but they seem to be unable to understand what we mean. It's amazing.

"Yes!" Mr. Granger agreed. "It's amazing, and... our daughter is amazing. She can command those clever owls!"

At this point, Mrs. Granger seemed to hesitate, and the conversation in the room paused for a moment.

"...My dear, I think we should agree with her?" Mrs. Granger said regretfully, "Minnie is so great, she should be able to cure the front teeth with her method, not the wire frame we have been insisting on. ?"

"But we are dentists, aren't we?" Mr. Granger said. "We know very well that it's just because the front teeth are a bit long and skewed. The appliance is the safest choice."

"Oh... well, I have to admit that braces really make me feel more at ease..." Mrs. Granger followed, "It sounds too dangerous to use magic in your mouth..."

"Yes!" Mr. Granger said, and sighed slightly, "I don't know how Minnie is, I really want to take a good look at her!"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Mrs. Granger said, "But, don't sigh, the Minnie we are proud of, can take care of herself... As long as she is happy, we are parents, whatever..."

"Oh--"

Hermione who was standing outside couldn't listen anymore, because she felt it was too cold outside-it made her nose sore.

"Ding Dong—"

The clear sound of the doorbell interrupted the Grangers' casual chat. They probably wondered a little, and soon the door was opened by Mr. Granger.

"Dad!" Hermione released the handle of the suitcase and hugged her father.

"Oh! Minnie?" Mr. Granger said in surprise. "Why are you back? The letter didn't say--"

"Dad, I...I thought about it, and I came back." Hermione's head was buried in his father's slightly thin chest, and the thick cotton nightgown could not completely hide his ribs. "I miss you , Dad—Mom—"

"Oh, we miss you too—" Mr. Granger's face was full of the unstoppable smile, "Come in! It's strange outside... but it's freezing?"

In the surprised eyes of the Grangers, Hermione came to her living room.The white furniture and white walls show that this place has never changed.

Mr. Granger, who had snatched his daughter’s luggage, went upstairs with the suitcase, while Mrs. Granger hurriedly took her daughter to sit in front of the fireplace and poured her a cup of hot chocolate to warm her up.

"Have you had dinner? Haven't you? Don't worry, the fruit cake is already ready at home..." Mrs. Granger hurriedly said, "I've been thinking whether our Xiaomi Mi Ni will come back suddenly. Who knows, I really hope to come back!"

"Oh... Mom." Hermione felt as if she couldn't speak anymore.

In fact, her parents loved her very much before she went to school at Hogwarts.It is always a habit to prepare all kinds of delicious food for her before various festivals arrive.

But somehow, although the feeling now is clearly the same as before, she has an inexplicable move in her heart.

"Mom, I...I..."

"What's the matter? Honey?" When Mrs. Granger heard her daughter's voice was wrong, she immediately rushed out of the kitchen and held Hermione's shoulder worriedly. "What's the matter? What unpleasant thing happened at school. Already? It's okay, there are mom and dad, we—"

"No, that's not the case. The school is very good, I just..." Hermione pursed her lips and said softly, "Mom, I want to spend Christmas in someone else's house, not in my own... Silly!"

Obviously, Hermione felt extremely guilty for her previous decision.

"Oh...anywhere, dear." Mrs. Granger said, half hugging her daughter, "as long as you are happy, you can do it anywhere..."

"No, no..." Hermione shook her head, "I understand now. If Mom and Dad are happy, I will be really happy..."

"Oh-our Minnie family has really grown up!" Mr. Granger, who had just dropped off his luggage from upstairs, said with emotion.

Mrs. Granger, who was hugged tightly by Hermione, nodded and said in agreement: "Isn't it? I am almost as tall as me... This is really happy!"

"It's as beautiful as you," Mr. Granger deliberately asked.

He seemed to want to adjust the atmosphere so that his daughter wouldn't be arrogant about it again.He knows his daughter too well, sometimes he always becomes very stubborn, and then he keeps thinking about it.

However, he didn't seem to be able to divert the subject this time.

"Really, I couldn't think of--" Hermione hugged Mrs. Granger and said softly, "Any family needs the company of their children at Christmas. Otherwise, mom and dad will lose the meaning of decorating the Christmas tree. Up..."

"Oh, dear... did you hear it outside?" Mrs. Granger said.

"I heard a little bit..." Hermione muttered, "but I didn't say this—that was what Maca told me. It seems he was right...he was always right."

"Is it a boy?" Mr. Granger's thinking jumped to a tight string. "Last time we were in that...well, Diagon Alley? That's right, the one I saw there. child?"

"Oh-don't get me wrong!" Hermione hurriedly said, "Me and him...just friends...at least...now..."

"My God!" Mr. Granger said in a startled surprise, "My dear, our Minnie has grown up!"

Hermione opened her mouth, she instinctively wanted to deny, but she didn't seem to want to deny it.After Wei Wei hesitated for a moment, she still shook her head.

"No!" Hermione said, "At least not yet...but...I won't let him run away! Certainly!" For mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.