Mrs. Granger was not having a good time.

Every day she sat in the villa garden, watching other husbands or wives drive and pick up their children.

I should be like this too.

He drove an MG sports car to pick up his daughter home.

Even in boarding schools, there are opportunities to meet every week.

But my daughter went to Hogwarts, a magic school, and I could only see her for two months every year, and even... now there are not even two of us. My well-behaved, obedient daughter who has learned to dress herself up, has already lost her heart to that kid named Harry Potter after only one month of summer vacation.

Oh……

My husband has seen him.

People have a very good opinion of him. He has a good appearance, and although his parents died early, he has a good family background. His academic performance is even better. His own daughter even uses the word "great" to describe him.

but……

What good is a boy who flirts with your own daughter? Although I often hear my daughter say that it seems that she took the initiative. This is not important! What is important is that my daughter now spends very little time with me.

She held the teacup and sighed softly.

A snow-white owl flew over, fluttered onto the table, stuck out its head, held a macaron in its mouth, and stretched out its legs, which had a letter tied to them.

"Hedwig, are you here to deliver the letter this time?" Mrs. Granger untied the letter skillfully.

She knew this owl. It had a cute appearance and a good personality. The only drawback was that it was not her daughter's pet, but that of Harry Potter.

"Baby, do you finally miss mommy?" She opened the letter joyfully, adjusted herself to a comfortable sitting position, and prepared to read this beautiful letter filled with a daughter's longing for her mother.

But I just saw the first line of text.

Her expression was stunned. She raised her head in disbelief and looked at Hedwig. After a long while, she lowered her head with difficulty and looked again.

oh……

You read that right.

"Dear mother, please find me some books on infant language education."

Infants, language...

The combination of these words made Mrs. Granger feel dizzy. Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the sky, blocking the sunlight.

She just knew it!

How could nothing go wrong!

Puberty boys and girls were locked up in a castle, boarding day and night, without parental care, with only a dozen professors who were even responsible for their daily lives, and only one dean for each college - look at which university now has more administrative staff than teaching staff? But that Hogwarts didn't even have the concept of "administrative management".

She was prepared.

I just didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

Mrs. Granger got up, returned to the bedroom, walked to the living room on the first floor, picked up the phone, dialed the hospital's number, and waited for her husband to answer: "I'm sorry to inform you of very bad news."

That evening.

Hedwig brought back the letter, with its heavy enclosures.

Naturally, Hermione wanted a lot of books on infant language education. In addition, she also wanted baby clothes, bottles, and a folding baby stroller.

She was dumbfounded by the dazzling array of things piled on the table.

In the letter, it seems that you only asked for the book?

What are these?

Hedwig fluttered her hair, very dissatisfied. She was just a poor, innocent little owl. She had to transport these things back to the Scottish Highlands and fly to the Gryffindor Tower. Did she know how much owl rations it would cost per mile?

Hermione opened the letter, read a few sentences, blushed, and stood up suddenly, which scared Hedwig.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Harry looked at the things on the table and fell into deep thought: "It seems that my uncle and aunt have misunderstood something."

"They have a huge misunderstanding!" Hermione slammed the table and gritted her teeth, "Oh my God, how could they have such an idea!"

"How is that possible!"

She took a deep breath, and before Ron could tiptoe around and steal the letter, she waved her wand and the flames engulfed the letter, which floated into the fireplace.

"Hermione, I haven't seen it yet." Ron pinched his waist and said righteously.

Hermione glared at him, "That's a letter from my family."

"But Harry has guessed what the content is." Ron looked at Harry who picked up the book again.

Hermione waved her hand impatiently: "But I didn't show it to Harry, he guessed it himself."

"It must be Hedwig who tipped off." Ron narrowed his eyes and looked at the owl lying on Hermione's head.

Hedwig looked over immediately with sharp eyes, and flew over, landing on Ron's head, staring at the messy hair, wondering where to start.

Slandering yourself will not end well.

Hermione ignored him.

He took out a quill, carefully protected the parchment, and wrote the letter.

She had to explain this to her parents, she had never reached that point! Moreover, just as her mother worried, Hogwarts was a closed boarding school, and once they reached puberty, it was indeed easy for boys and girls to have these problems. Even if some people noticed it, they could not prepare for it.

but……

Madam Pomfrey is almighty.

There's nothing a potion can't fix. If it's twins, use two.

Hedwig had a hard time tonight.

She flew over again without stopping and dropped the letter in front of Mrs. Granger.

She opened the letter eagerly.

"What did Hermione say?" Mr. Granger came over with a glass of whiskey, looking sad.

Mrs. Granger didn't answer immediately. She waited until she had finished reading the letter before looking up. "It seems we have misunderstood Hermione."

"She wants those books because Mr. Hagrid's brother is, um... a giant. He's really tall."

"Mr. Hagrid's brother is a giant, a primitive man, who doesn't know human language, so he needs these books to teach the giant to speak."

Mr Granger's brows unfurled.

"But." Mrs. Granger changed the subject, still worried, "Hermione also said in the letter that what we are worried about will never happen. Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, can prepare a potion that is painless and highly effective. If you drink it tonight, you can continue to attend classes the next day."

Mr Granger opened his mouth.

This... is a good thing.

But why does it taste so bad when it comes out of my own daughter's mouth?

The two of them stayed awake that night, discussing how to respond. It was not until noon the next day that they carefully wrote a sincere letter and asked Hedwig to send it back to their daughter.

Hermione was angry.

Get angry out of shame.

My parents would actually be like this!

She decided to ignore her parents for a month, and then write a letter back after a month.

Hogwarts was peaceful.

Two students were kicked out of Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. After two classes, which was two weeks, they still couldn't make their wands react at all. They couldn't even cast the faintest milky white mist.

The belief is not firm or the intention is not right.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy was even faster than Neville and Ron, becoming the third little wizard after Harry and Hermione who could summon a physical patronus.

A Slytherin should have a Slytherin Patronus.

Malfoy's patronus is a python, a reticulated python that is more than five meters long and, like him, has one blind eye.

Neville has not yet been able to summon a physical Patronus.

But some shadows could be vaguely seen. They were not very large creatures, not much bigger than two fists put together.

As for the other students, they are still only at the white mist stage.

Snape didn't have the patience to wait for them all to summon a physical Patronus. The course on this spell only lasted for one month, and most of the time, Harry was the one who taught the class. Snape knew how to cast it and had demonstrated it to this group of students, but he didn't want to. The spells he hated the most were the Patronus Charm and the Killing Curse.

Except for the students in Slytherin House, most students dislike Professor Snape.

But everyone has to admit that Professor Snape's attainments in Defense Against the Dark Arts are no less than those of his predecessors.

But it was the Potions class that caused the most commotion in Hogwarts.

For the first time, students discovered that Potions class could be so interesting.

Slughorn was a very capable professor, and he was never stingy in giving out some seemingly precious potions as prizes in class. He was humorous and generous, and he immediately became the most popular professor in the entire Hogwarts, except for Professor Sprout.

Promoted to sixth grade.

Professors have opened a new door for some outstanding students - the club.

The outstanding students in the sixth grade will be recruited by the professors and meet once a week to exchange academic experiences. The focus of the club is not limited to exam content, but things outside the classroom are the focus.

Professors will occasionally invite some outstanding graduates who have just graduated and happen to have free time to come and exchange experiences with their younger classmates, which is also paving the way for their life after graduation.

Of course it is not difficult to invite graduates.

When the professors write letters, the students will gladly agree.

Tonight was different. There was no need for professors to write invitations. There was an endless stream of students who wanted to join the club. Transfiguration was the first choice for these students. Everyone knew that Potter was a master of Transfiguration. The second was Potions. Anyone who could survive Snape's Potions class and get an "O" grade must have a high level of skill. Of course, the main reason was Slughorn.

The Slug Club would definitely not let go of such a famous student.

As for other professors' clubs, students also applied for them. Some were forced to join only Professor Flitwick's or Professor Sprout's clubs when they were still students. Some felt that the queues for the Transfiguration and Potions clubs were too long and wanted to try their luck with other professors.

Their purpose is the same, which is to get to know Potter and make friends with him.

After entering society, reality gives them a loud blow.

Just as October arrived and late autumn made the whole world lonely and desolate, in a village in Great Britain where there was no trace of ordinary people's life.

Barty Crouch Jr. visits.