Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Hermione thought that this Christmas might make herself feel lonely.But she never expected that during this holiday period, it would be so "lively"...

London, a suburb of Hampstead Gardens.

Hermione stood in front of the window, looking at the figures flying in the air in the distance, her face full of worry.

Although she doesn't know exactly what happened in London today, she understands that this is the first direct encounter between the magical world and the Muggle world in recent years.

"Honey, then... do you know what those things are?"

"Dad, can you see it too?"

Hermione was surprised when she heard the father standing next to him ask.But soon, she suppressed the anxiety in her heart again and forced a smile.

"I don't know, maybe... some magical creatures that broke into the city by mistake?" She pursed her lips and said slowly, "Sometimes it happens, but it's okay. The British Ministry of Magic will find a way to deal with it. ."

Her parents had accompanied her to the magic world, including Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, so although she didn't know much about these things in the magic world, she had at least a preliminary impression.

In their hearts, the world their daughter lived in seemed to have always been sunny and peaceful, so they had no resistance to Hermione going to Hogwarts to be a little witch.

But if you let them know that the magical world is sometimes as dangerous as war... Hermione thinks that she will probably not be allowed to return to Hogwarts to complete her studies after this?

Therefore, Hermione never told her family about those bad experiences, but kept them all in her heart.

It is a pity that if it continues as it is today, sooner or later the paper will not be able to contain the fire.

"Dad, mom—"

Suddenly, Hermione turned her head back and called out to her mother who was still busy in the kitchen.

"This Christmas holiday has just begun. I think it's better for our family to go out for a tour... Are you okay?"

"Oh, of course," Mr. Granger next to her turned his head from the sky in the city center, and patted his good daughter's shoulder fondly. "Seriously, I wanted to mention it to you a long time ago. But... well, you know, when you came back, I felt that you were in a bad mood, so I haven't told you yet!"

"It’s okay, I’m in a good mood—" Hermione said, but quickly shook her head, "Oh, okay! Honestly, there are things that really confuse me... So Dad, I think I need Relax."

While making excuses, she tried to make herself look less eager, while trying to stop herself from looking out the window.

For Hermione, the most fortunate thing now is that their home is far away from the city center, so they won't fall into some possible crisis all at once.

In short, she may still have a chance to let her parents leave.

"Relaxation... that's right," Mr. Granger nodded. "Life always has some pressure. Since we can't avoid them all, we have to find a way to eliminate them-I always felt that A picnic during the holidays is a good choice."

He thought for a while, and then said: "My dear, where do you want to go? This will decide for us whether we should book air tickets or train tickets—"

"Oh, no." Hermione heard the words, and suddenly put on a mysterious look, "Dad, you don't need planes and trains... this time I want to show you how wizards travel.

When Mr. Granger heard her say this, he was immediately surprised:

"Is this... okay? I remember you can't do it, right?"

As a pure Muggle, Mr. Granger may lack a lot of common sense in the magical world like little Victor in St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital.But once he talked about his daughter, he was no longer just a Muggle, but the father of an underage witch.

Regarding the regulations in the International Confidentiality Act, there are some provisions that he even remembers more clearly than Hermione—after all, they are all laws that must be followed in the magic world.

However, the nature of this time is different.

"No problem, Dad!" Hermione hugged her father lightly. "You are my immediate family, within the scope of the regulations-as long as you don't let others see it."

"Is that right?"

Hermione is recognized as a "smart man" by Hogwarts, but her father, Mr. Granger, is not stupid either.

For his own daughter, he can say that he knows too well.In just a few words, he felt something strange in Hermione's words, so it didn't take long for him to hesitate secretly.

"...My dear, are you...something on your mind?"

Mr. Granger held Hermione's shoulders, looked at her carefully, and then said seriously:

"Listen, if there is something that makes you uncomfortable, it is better to say it. My mother and I will listen to you seriously and share the burden for you—"

"No, I'm nothing." Hermione shook her head quickly. "Dad, I'm really nothing--I just want you to experience the life of a wizard."

She just wants her parents to stay away from danger without realizing it.

But who knows that even the dull parents will become sharper when facing their children.

"Are those things flying in the sky?"

Recalling for a while, Mr. Granger discovered a detail:

Hermione looked strange suddenly after standing at the window for a while.Before that, she hadn't said too much, and she had never mentioned that she was going to travel.

"What the hell is that?"

Mr. Granger was about to turn his head and look out the window again when Hermione closed the curtains.Without the outdoor light, the living room was suddenly much dim.

"No... uh, I mean, nothing good."

Of course she couldn't explain her actions, but those creatures that looked like dementors were obviously not good things.Most of the dark creatures in the magic world are very weird. Who knows if Muggle watching too much will cause problems?

From Mr. Granger's point of view, Hermione's move was obviously a bit abrupt.

"My dear, what happened? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing, then—"

Hermione tried to find another reason to come, but the facts of the stall came a little bit suddenly, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

In desperation, she subconsciously stretched her hand to her sleeve, only to find that she felt empty.

Hermione has long been used to hiding the wand in her sleeves, but now she is wearing ordinary Muggle clothes, so it is naturally impossible to tuck the wand in the same place.

"wait for me."

After that, she ran up the stairs in a hurry, and returned to her room in a blink of an eye.

Really, if she can give her more time, she can definitely handle this matter.But now, she might not just need to find an excuse to "travel".

Yes, maybe you have to use the Forgetting Curse once!

"What the hell happened... Dad, to be honest, I want to know more than you!"

With her back leaning against the door, Hermione glanced at Crookshanks lying on the bed, and her heart was full of confusion.But now, no matter how lost, she has to do some things.

With a secret sigh, she lifted Crookshank from the quilt, and then ran to the first floor with the wand inserted in the pen holder.

"Mom, you come to the living room first, I have to talk to you!"

...

This Christmas holiday, Harry did not go to live in Uncle Vernon's house, but went to the Burrow in Devon, England from the beginning.

For him, being able to live in a Weasley home where everyone is very warm and friendly is obviously making him much happier.

But speaking of it, Harry had been trying to get rid of the family he hated a few years ago, but it never seemed to be very successful.

Even if the godfather, Sirius, was suddenly added, what he brought to him was just to go to Hogsmeade Village in a decent way.

But I don't know when it started, he was faintly discovering that some kind of restraint that intended to prevent him from leaving the Dursley's house disappeared without a trace.

"Harry, mom just baked the apple pie, come and try it!"

Like yesterday, Mr. Weasley is going to work at the Ministry of Magic during the day-the Ministry is very busy this year, and the Christmas break is only three days away. Last night Ron's father complained that he should send more people who work overtime. Bonus or something.

So today, besides Ron's mother, there are only Ron, Harry and Ginny.As for the other brothers, even the live treasure twins have already stepped into their own lives.

Oh no, there seems to be another person in this family.

"Ron, isn't Percy awake yet?"

Harry picked up a piece of pie from the plate and asked as if he had suddenly thought of it, but Ron directly blocked his mouth with a piece of pie.

"Oh! Oh... it's hot!"

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen. "Eat slowly, this is just out of the oven!"

"I know!" Ron responded in place of Harry, and then lowered his voice, "Harry, don't mention Percy--especially don't mention it in front of my mother!"

When saying this, even Ron, who had always been big-hearted, couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, sorry……"

No matter how hard he was, Harry could understand the truth. He just blurted it out inadvertently.

"Then you say...Do you want Maca to come and see Percy again? Maybe it's getting better after so long?"

When Ron heard this, he just wanted to say something, but suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Ron, go and open the door!" Mrs. Weasley shouted immediately.

"Okay!" He stood up busy on the sofa, and said to Harry by the way, "Wait, I'll talk about it later-I'll see who it is."

Soon, with the creak of the door of the Burrow, Harry heard Ron's surprised voice.

"Hermione?"

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