Chapter 384: Forget

The rare holiday officially began.
"Hermione, please tell me, where are we going to travel this holiday?" Mrs. Granger was sitting on an old brown sofa, while peeling apple peels with a fruit knife, and asked her daughter's holiday plans.
An empty silver plate was displayed 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 cut apple on the plate.
Hermione's family conditions are quite good in the whole Muggle society.
Whether it is social status or economic situation.
Because her parents are dentists, this is a decent job in European and American countries.
Expenditure to travel once a year is not a problem at all.
"Hermione?"
"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger put the uncut apples and knife back on the plate, amplified her voice, and shouted her daughter's name again.
Hermione seemed to be frightened. She looked up sharply and stared at her mother.
"Why have you always been a bit absent these two days since you came back?" Mrs. Granger said, frowning and staring at her daughter.
"Are you worried about the exam?" Mr. Granger put the newspaper in his hand on the brown-red coffee table at hand.
"It's a bit." Hermione's mouth twitched a smile, but it seemed a bit reluctant anyway.
"It's okay, Hermione in our family is both labor and smart, I know." Mr. Granger said with a smile.
"Even if it's really malfunctioning, I believe it's not a problem."
The learning dysfunction of Xueba is completely different from that of Xuezhu.
The couple remembered that their daughter was very demanding of themselves.
In similar preschool classes before going to Hogwarts, they often blame themselves.
Often things such as not getting full scores or high scores for quizzes, secretly hiding in the bed and crying for a long time.
As for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I come back a few times a year.
They can’t care at school
"No, I did well in the exam." Hermione hung her head slightly, pulled a few strands of hair behind her ears, and took a deep breath to hide something.
"Will she fall in love?"
Seeing Hermione bury her head again, Mrs. Granger picked up the coffee table from the newspaper, put it back in her husband's hand, and stood it up.
Mr. Granger frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Did you say that Hermione was in love?" said in a very low voice, quietly on the side of her husband's ear.
"I don't know." Mr. Granger shook his head.
"I don't know how to help her."
"Don't discuss these, I believe she has a sense of justice."
The discussion was fruitless.
"I should cook now."
"What do you want to eat today? Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked briskly.
"I'm not picky eaters, mother." Hermione said smirkingly.
"Okay." Mrs. Granger smiled and prepared dinner.
Hermione looked at her mother's busy back and covered her father with a newspaper again.
Only then did her eyes flush slightly.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
The luggage I brought back was almost an empty box, which looked heavy, but in fact brought nothing back.
Since I am going back to school soon, what is the need to bring my luggage?
Hermione would naturally not be worried about Animagus’ problems. She knew that her parents would definitely allow it, and they didn’t understand what it meant.
They have always been supportive of learning.
In front of the old-fashioned TV set, a formal female announcer broadcasts the news with a slightly serious tone: "A few days ago, the wandering stray dogs have bitten dozens of citizens. The London police has been dispatched. , Information from stray dogs of unknown origin alarms in time."
what does this mean?
Stray dogs do not have such a strong deterrent.
The answer seems obvious.
Werewolf.
Many uncontrolled werewolves began to attack Muggles.
Only some wizards responsible for tampering with memory try to maintain order.
Looking back at the attack on the Hogwarts Express train not long ago, it will soon be uneven.
Hermione made a difficult decision.
Now Hermione secretly pulled out her wand and first pointed it directly in front of her.
Her lips twitched, and a white light passed silently through the newspaper, hitting her father
Without making any noise,
Mr. Granger fell asleep directly on the soft sofa.
He never dreamed that his daughter would use magic to deal with herself.
"Italy? Then Italy, it should be appropriate." Hermione opened the map manual and glanced at the map, her wand shaking slightly.
As for her mother, Hermione stood behind her while the magic was in effect, supported her, held her shoulders, and dragged her to the sofa.
The couple leaned together and collapsed on the sofa, Hermione cast a forgetting spell.
Remove them from all memories about yourself.
The Grangers are now the Dink family.
In order to avoid the strangeness of the people around me, I asked, traveling is a good solution, and Hermione could not cast the forgetting spell on the neighbors.
Hermione stared blankly at her home, the slightly old mahogany chairs, the slightly broken glass coffee table, and the walls that were no longer white and slightly yellowish in color, everything Everything, everything, the layout that is so familiar that it can no longer be familiar.
Soon it started to change.
Because the magic began to take effect.
The family portraits of the three people on the desk became those of the couple, and Hermione standing in the middle disappeared.
The clothes she once wore in the closet, the certificate she received...
Everything related to her was erased.
Hermione didn't want to do this, but she knew that Voldemort was particularly hostile to Muggles, and the half-blood would be despised by him, not to mention her blood.
She didn't feel inferior, and didn't think there was anything wrong, but Voldemort was extremely hostile. .
Must not involve the parents.
Hermione thought so.
Standing at the entrance of the house, Hermione stood behind a large suitcase, and then she squatted down, tied her shoes, and slowly stood up.
The breath gradually began to rhythm. After a few minutes, she looked at the blue, rusty iron door, as if she had made up her mind, she pushed open the door and stepped out, leaving without looking back.
Every minute and every second, she was afraid of regret, she lifted the magic, and confessed to her parents that nothing had happened.
But she cannot be so selfish.
She must work hard to restrain her desire to talk.
If there are other difficulties, it is 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 under a dim street lamp, then raised her wand and began to wait.
After only two minutes, with a loud bang, a three-story bus with purple color stopped in front of her. Its windshield was written with the words "Knight Bus" in large gold letters. Words.
"I'm going to the broken cauldron bar." Hermione said.
"Eleven Yin Xike..." What the conductor wanted to say.
"I only take the car, so I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me."
"A little witch who quarreled with his family?" The ticket seller quipped.
Hermione didn't reply, sobbing, her red eyes staring blankly at the window glass of the car, and did not start to sleep as she said.
"Okay." The young man shrugged helplessly, pulled out a brand new towel from behind, and handed it over.
"I didn't need a disposable towel." Hermione said.
"No money, ma'am." The man shrugged, and the pair of fan ears shook.
Comforting and comforting people who are frustrated during the journey is worthwhile to Stan Sampark-even if it may be necessary to post their own salary.
Hermione didn't pick up the towel in the end, just pretending not to hear it, looking at the alternating landscape outside the window, feeling the twisting and sometimes soothing speed of the car.
After about ten minutes, Hermione had boarded the Knight Bus and left four stations~EbookFREE.me~The Grangers and Wakers woke from the sofa at home and woke up and looked at each other. At a glance.
"How did I fall asleep?" Mr. Granger said confusedly, lying on the sofa.
"By the way, did we just say where to travel?"
"France, or Italy?"
"I remember we have been to France." Mrs. Granger said.
The same dialogue was staged again, and it can be seen that the couple are very keen to travel.
"Forget it, I'll discuss it later, I'll cook now." Mrs. Granger smiled and turned to the kitchen.
"Huh? Why are the dishes hot?"
Mrs. Granger turned on the microwave and felt a little strange.
At the same time, vaguely, I seem to have forgotten some important memories.