Fred's plan failed, and someone else livened up the atmosphere.

Of course, Valen himself didn't know, so he enthusiastically showed the Grangers around the rooms. "I remember the house was built on a cliff last time I came here," Mr. Granger said with lingering fear.

"That was a mistake," Felix recalled, "There are many seabirds nesting there."

"I thought it was because the main door faced the outside of the cliff," Mr. Granger said. No, Felix thought, that was the essence of the design. He deliberately placed two chairs at the door, facing the sea, but it was a pity that cleaning up the bird droppings was a big problem. There were too many immoral birds. Mrs. Granger stared at

Valen's cradle in a daze, in which were Valen's various equipment, including a small hat, an activity cloak, a special wand, and a bedtime story book.

"It's really well prepared," she said with a strange look on her face.

Hermione said actively, "There was also a fish tank before-" "Raised small fish?" Mr. Granger asked curiously. "Oh, uh," Hermione suddenly panicked, "You know the Selma Lake Monster? It looks similar, just a little smaller."

Mr. Granger muttered noncommittally, "I read in the newspaper that it's depressed and can't adapt to the climate."

"Maybe it's homesick. Norway is far away from here." Felix smacked his lips. "

That makes sense." Mr. Granger said.

During the meal, Felix and Hermione introduced many attractions on the island to the Grangers. The Grangers mentioned the recent changes in London, "Many people are waiting to watch the TV broadcast." "It's the same on the island. The venue has been improved several times and can only accommodate a maximum of 500,000 people, and this is still with the participation of magic. Therefore, some people can only watch one or two games, but the carnival during the World Cup is really good."

The four people plus Valen ate and drank their fill, chatting lazily, and Mr. Granger stood up from the dining table and walked to the window of the living room.

"What is this?" Mr. Granger looked at the beautiful narrow-necked bottle on the shelf with great interest. There was a thin layer of fine sand at the bottom of the bottle. He felt that these silver particles must be mixed with some interesting magic, and they seemed to breathe.

"It's memory." Hermione walked over and said, holding up a grain of fine sand, the cork of the bottle unscrewed automatically, and the silver sand slid down the neck of the narrow-necked bottle. The shadows of Felix and Hermione flashed by.

"Did you go to visit the grave?" Mr. Granger asked in surprise. He vaguely saw a tombstone, but he couldn't see the words on the tombstone clearly.

"Well." Hermione said softly, "To meet a very complicated person."

That was the secluded place that Grindelwald chose for himself. One day, when Felix was studying time magic, he saw the last period of time of Grindelwald in the mirror, so he and Hermione suggested to go and take a look. The surrounding scenery is pleasant. The two erected a monument and then hid the stone monument with magic.

When Hermione and Mr. Granger returned to the restaurant, they brought back some desserts. At this time, Felix and Mrs. Granger were still chatting, and Hermione sat down next to him. "What are you talking about?" Mrs. Granger shut up immediately. Felix grabbed Hermione's hand and wrote on her palm. Hermione tried hard to identify the first letter, which was b, the second letter was a, and her cheeks turned red when she was halfway through writing the third letter.

"We are not in a hurry about the child for now. It's not too late to have a child

at the age of sixty." Felix said seriously. Mr. and Mrs. Granger gasped in shock. Hermione glared at him, "Of course not until sixty."

"We can help take care of the child." Mrs. Granger said hurriedly, and there was still a terrible voice in her mind echoing "sixty sixty" She quickly poked her husband's ribs with her elbow. Mr. Granger said seriously: "Yes, since you are usually busy..."

"Hermione and I have discussed this issue seriously, just recently." Felix said.

"But there is not even a parenting book in the study." Mrs. Granger said.

"Actually, there is," Felix said, winking. At this time, Valen cried out on the sofa, dug out a parenting handbook from his pocket, took out a pair of glasses and put them on, pretending to flip through them.

The Grangers were stunned.

"You - you plan to give your child to a Niffler in the future?"

"Wrong answer." Felix said seriously: "Valen is imitating. I don't know if you realize that Valen's size is about the same as a baby; Hermione sometimes practices with it. I have secretly seen it." He stopped talking. Hermione's fingers have been equipped with "Bison Strength".

"After-dinner drinks 1

Felix snapped his fingers happily, and four cocktails and a glass of juice immediately appeared in the air. He pushed the juice with a straw to Valen, and then asked excitedly: "Do you want to add cherries or lemon slices?"

"I like cherries." Mr. Granger was distracted, "Can I have a small spoon to eat it? "

After settling the Grangers, Felix and Hermione lay on the bed. The scene in the room changed the moment they fell down. They rested their heads on the grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, with the breeze blowing at their feet.

"So tired."

"It's okay, everything is under control."

"Including the parenting manual?" "

Well, the common topic between them and me is you. The first time we officially met, we talked about your childhood and school days. The second time we met, it revolved around the dental health of wizards and magical animals. That time was the best because I gave you a moving fire dragon skull, and your father seemed to like it very much."

"Yeah, he couldn't put it down and wanted to live in it at night," Hermione said with a smile, "although mom was not very happy."

"This tells us a truth, there is gain and loss." Felix said with a straight face. Hermione laughed so hard that her hair fell down. When she laughed enough and put her hair together, she found that Felix was staring at her earlobe in a daze.

"Does it look good?"

"As good as the Book of Glyphs. "

Hermione blinked.

"Is it my magic book or yours?"

"This..."

A fallen leaf fell from the sky, Felix reached out to catch it, turned it into a pair of earrings, and put them on Hermione.

"No need to compare now."

Hermione supported Felix's chest with one hand, and the gorgeous magic symbols spread at her fingertips. Felix's home clothes turned into a tuxedo. She pulled Felix up from the grass, "Want to dance, professor?" She asked, the illusion shattered, and the two stood by the bed in the bedroom.

"It's too small here." The next second, the two disappeared from the room.

After a while, Valen walked in with his short legs and stared at the empty bedroom in a daze. The two guys ran away again. Where did they go this time? A string of names of secret bases flashed by: desert, rainforest, seabed, moon, inside the floating island. But it depends on what they want to do. If it is a fight, the archmage and wizards close to the archmage level have many choices, desert, moon and space are all fine.

Felix and Hermione's month on Mars was not all about stargazing or dryly discussing magic. As the only two wizards in the world who possessed the Book of Glyphs, one of them was still on the threshold of enlightenment. There was only one way to verify magic: to cast magic without reservation hundreds or thousands of times.

Valen sat at the door angrily, took out the parenting book, and began to take notes.

Hogwarts.

Hermione, wearing a bright goose yellow evening dress, stared around with wide eyes, but Felix was gone. She walked along the stairs, and there was a "puff" sound in the air. A dwarf floated in the air. It was Peeves. Hermione couldn't help laughing when she saw him.

In her opinion, Peeves seemed to be forced to change his clothes, a bit like the butler's outfit that Dobby liked to wear. Peeves looked dejected, and his evil black eyes tried to flash a sincere light. He held an invitation in his hand.

"This beautiful lady, are you lost?" He recited the lines.

"Oh, um--" Hermione said happily: "Yes, eh"

Peeves cursed softly, and then immediately pretended to be surprised, "What a coincidence, there is a dance nearby, if you are willing--" From his expression, it was obvious that he expected Hermione to say no, but Hermione smiled and said: "Thank you, Peeves, help me lead the way."

Peeves hopped down the stairs, and Hermione followed by holding her skirt.

Approaching the hall, melodious music appeared faintly. Hermione took a deep breath and walked in. It was full of people.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione shouted in surprise.

"I don't know if I can accept this title," Dumbledore's memory said happily, "I was listening to chamber music in classroom 7, and Felix suddenly appeared and asked me if I wanted to attend a dance."

Through that young face, Hermione seemed to see a wise old man with a white beard. She showed a look of reminiscence: "Anyway, you gave me the most important guidance, which is an incredible treasure for me."

"Hmm?" Dumbledore's memory had a slightly curious tone.

"You told me that mastering magic is as important as knowing myself, and you told me to follow my heart." Hermione said softly, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "Where the treasure is, there is the heart." "That's right." Hermione walked towards the center of the hall, which was now brand new. The golden dance floor extended to the feet of every guest from classroom 7, and they stepped on the floor with curiosity.

Two ghosts floated through the air.

"I heard that they are preparing for the 426th Quidditch World Cup."

"How enviable. I participated in the 322nd."

Felix and Hermione looked at each other through the ghost's shadow. Felix stretched out a hand and led Hermione to slide into the dance floor. Hermione was a little dazed. It was not until the two of them danced on the dance floor that she realized this feeling of déjà vu - at the Warriors Ball in the fourth grade, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, on Mars, and at their wedding two years ago, every dance represented a step forward in their relationship.

"How long can we dance?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"About a thousand years," Felix said, "I think."