Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The rare holiday has officially begun.

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

An empty silver plate was placed in front of her coffee table.

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

Hermione's family conditions are quite good for the entire Muggle society.

Whether it is social status or economic situation.

Because her parents are both dentists, this is quite a decent job in European and American countries.

The cost of traveling once a year during vacation is not a problem at all.

"Hermione?"

"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger put the uncut apple and knife back on the plate, amplified her voice, and called out her daughter's name again.

Hermione seemed to be frightened, she raised her head suddenly, and stared at her mother.

"You just came back for these two days, why are you always absent." Mrs. Granger frowned and stared 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 kind of." Hermione's mouth pulled out a smile, but it seemed reluctant anyway.

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

"Even if the performance is really abnormal, I believe it will not be a big problem."

The improper performance of Xueba is completely different from that of Xueba.

The couple still remember that their daughter was extremely demanding of herself.

In similar preschool classes before going to Hogwarts, I often blamed myself.

I often cried secretly for a long time because I didn't get full marks or high marks on quizzes.

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

They can't care about it at school

"No, I did well on the test." Hermione dropped her head slightly, pulled a few strands of broken hair behind her ears, took a deep breath, concealing something.

"Will she fall in love?"

Seeing Hermione buried her head again, Mrs. Granger picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, pushed it back into her husband's hand, and erected it.

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

"Did you say that Hermione is in love?" He said in a very low voice in her husband's ear.

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

"I can't help her if I know it."

"Stop discussing this, I believe she is measured."

Discussion to no avail.

"I should go cooking now."

"What do you want to eat today? Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked briskly.

"I'm not picky eaters, mom," Hermione said sadly.

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

Hermione looked at her mother's busy back, and her father used the newspaper to cover her face again.

Only then did her eyes turn red slightly.

He took a deep breath and squeezed his fists.

The luggage I brought back was almost an empty box, which looked heavy, but in fact I brought nothing back.

Since we are going back to school soon, what is the need to bring luggage?

Naturally, Hermione would not worry about Animagus' problems. She knew that her parents would certainly allow it, and they didn't understand what it meant.

They have always supported learning.

In front of the old-fashioned TV set, a formal female announcer broadcast the news with a slightly serious tone: "The stray dogs have bitten dozens of citizens a few days ago, and the London police have been dispatched. Please be cautious. If there is information about stray dogs from unknown sources, call the police in time."

what does this mean?

There is no such a strong deterrent for stray dogs.

The answer seems obvious.

Werewolf.

Many uncontrolled werewolves started attacking Muggles.

It's just that there are some wizards who are responsible for tampering with memory to maintain order as much as possible.

Thinking back to the attack they received on the Hogwarts Express not long ago, it will soon be uneasy.

And Hermione also made a difficult decision.

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

Her lips fluttered, and a white light passed through the newspaper quietly, hitting her father

Made no sound,

Mr. Granger fell asleep directly on the soft sofa.

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

"Italy? Italy? It should be suitable." Hermione opened the map manual and glanced at the map, her wand trembling slightly.

As for her mother, Hermione stood behind her when the magic was in effect, supported her, hooked her shoulders, and dragged her onto the sofa.

The couple leaned together and fell on the sofa, and Hermione cast the Forgetting Curse.

Eliminate them all from the memory of yourself.

The Grangers now belong to the DINK family.

In order to avoid the strangeness of the people around, when asked, traveling is a good solution, it is impossible for Hermione to cast the Forgetting Curse on her neighbors.

Hermione stared at her home blankly, at the slightly old mahogany chairs, the slightly broken glass coffee table, and the walls that were no longer white and slightly yellowed, everything Everything, everything, arrangement that is too familiar to be familiar.

Soon it started to change.

Because the magic began to take effect.

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

The clothes she wore in the closet, the awards she won...

Everything related to her was erased.

Hermione didn't want to do this either, but she knew that Voldemort hated Muggles in particular, and he would despise everyone of mixed blood, let alone her blood.

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

Parents must not be involved.

Hermione thought so.

Standing in the hallway of the house, Hermione had a large suitcase standing behind her. Then she squatted down, tied her shoelaces, and stood up slowly.

The breathing gradually became more rhythmic. After about a few minutes, she looked at the rusty iron door with a blue color, as if she had made some determination, opened the door and stepped out, leaving without looking back.

Every minute and every second, she was afraid that she would regret, she would release the magic, and confess to her parents that nothing happened.

But she can't be so selfish.

She must work hard to restrain her desire to talk.

If it's other difficulties, 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.

She quickly came to the nearest street, stood still under a dim street lamp, then raised her wand and began to wait.

After only two minutes, with a loud bang, a three-storey, bright purple bus stopped in front of her, and its windshield was written "Knight Bus" in large golden letters. Words.

"I'm going to the Broken Cauldron Bar." Hermione said.

"Eleven silver Xico..." What else the conductor wanted to say.

"I only take the car. I'm going to sleep. Don't disturb me."

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

Hermione didn't reply, she choked, staring at the car's window glass blankly with her flushed eyes, and didn't start sleeping as she said.

"Okay." The young man shrugged helplessly, drew 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 the fan ears shook.

To comfort and comfort those who are frustrated during the journey is worthwhile in Stan Sampark's view-even if it may have to pay for it.

In the end, Hermione did not take the towel, but pretended not to hear it, looking at the alternate scenery outside the window, feeling the twisted and sometimes slower pace of the car.

About ten minutes later, after Hermione had boarded the Cavalier bus and left for four stops, the Grangers woke up from the sofa at home and looked at each other.

"Why did I fall asleep?" Mr. Granger said confusedly while lying on the sofa.

"By the way, where did we say we are going to travel?"

"France or Italy?"

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

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

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

"Huh? Why is the food 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.