The rare holiday has officially begun.

"Hermione, tell me, where are we going this vacation?" asked Mrs. Granger about her daughter's vacation plans, sitting on an old-fashioned brown couch, peeling apples with a fruit knife.

An empty silver platter was sitting in front of her coffee table.

"France has been there before. How about going to Italy this time?" Madame Granger suggested, gently placing a piece of sliced apple on her plate.

Hermione's family conditions were quite good in Muggle society as a whole.

Whether it's social status, or economic situation.

Because her parents are both dentists, in Europe and the United States, this is quite a decent job.

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

"Hermione?"

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

Hermione looked up as if frightened, and made eye contact with her mother.

"You've only been back for the past two days, why have you always been a little absent-minded. Mrs. Granger said with a frown, staring at her daughter.

"Are you worried about exams?" said Mr. Granger, placing the newspaper in his hand on the brown-and-red coffee table at hand.

"It's a little. The corners of Hermione's mouth tried to pull a smile, but it looked a little reluctant anyway,

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

"Even if it does go out of order, I don't think it's a big problem. ”

The abnormal performance of the top student is completely different from that of the scumbag.

The couple remembers that their daughter was extremely demanding of herself.

In a similar preschool class before he went to Hogwarts, he often criticized himself.

often because of the fact that I didn't get a full score or a high score in the quiz, I secretly hid in the bed and cried for a long time.

As for going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry now, it's rare to come back a few times a year.

At school, they can't care

"No, I did well. Hermione hung her head slightly, pulled a few strands of broken hair behind her ears, and took a deep breath, hiding something.

"Will she be in love?"

Seeing Hermione bury her head again, Mrs. Granger picked up the newspaper from the coffee table, shoved it back into her husband's hand, and stood it up.

Mr. Granger frowned, "What do you do?"

"Did you say Hermione was in love?" 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. ”

"Don't talk about that, I'm sure she's measured. ”

The discussion was fruitless.

"It's time for me to go cook. ”

"What would you like to eat today?" Hermione?" asked Mrs. Granger briskly.

"I'm not a picky eater, Mom. Hermione said wistfully.

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

Hermione looked at her mother's busy back and covered her father's face with the newspaper again.

Only then did her eyes redden.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The luggage I brought back was almost an empty box, which looked heavy, but I didn't actually bring anything back.

Since you're going back to school soon, why bring your luggage?

Hermione, of course, wasn't worried about Animagus's problem, she knew her parents would allow it, and they didn't understand what that meant.

They have always been supportive of learning.

In front of the old-fashioned TV, a formally dressed female announcer broadcast the news in a slightly serious tone: "A few days ago, the stray dogs have bitten dozens of citizens, and the London police have been dispatched. ”

What does this mean?

There is no such strong deterrent power for stray dogs.

The answer couldn't seem more obvious.

Werewolf.

There were many uncontrolled werewolves who began to attack Muggles.

It's just that there are a few wizards in charge of tampering with memories who try to maintain order as much as possible.

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

And Hermione had a difficult decision.

Now Hermione secretly pulled out her wand and aimed it directly in front of her.

Her lips twitched, and a white light silently passed through the newspaper and struck her father

Didn't make a sound,

Mr. Granger fell asleep directly on the fluffy couch.

He never dreamed that his daughter would use magic to do it to him.

"Italy? Italy, it should be a good fit. 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 took effect, holding her up, hooking her shoulders and dragging her to the couch.

The couple leaned back together on the couch, and Hermione cast the Oblivion Charm.

Erase them from all memories of themselves.

The current Granger couple are the Dink family.

In order to avoid the strangeness of the people around her, it was a good solution to go on a trip, and it was impossible for Hermione to cast the Oblivion Charm on her neighbors as well.

Hermione stared blankly at her home, at the slightly old mahogany chairs, at the slightly broken glass coffee table, at the walls that were no longer white, with a slight yellowish color, everything, everything, all of them, the layout that couldn't be more familiar.

Soon things started to change.

Because the magic is starting to take effect.

The family portrait of the three people on the desk changed to that of the couple, and Hermione, who was standing in the middle, disappeared.

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

Everything that had anything to do with her was erased.

Hermione didn't want to do that either, but she knew that Voldemort hated Muggles in particular, and that any half-breed would be despised by him, let alone her bloodline.

She doesn't feel inferior because of this, and she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, but Voldemort is extremely hateful.

Parents must not be implicated.

Hermione thought.

Standing in the hallway of the house, Hermione stood behind her large suitcase, and then she crouched down, tied her shoes, and slowly stood up.

After a few minutes or so, she looked at the blue, somewhat rusty iron door, and 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 that she would regret it, so she turned off the spell and confessed to her parents that nothing had happened.

She can't be so selfish, though.

She had to work hard to restrain her desire to talk.

If it's something else, it's normal to talk to your parents.

But now, they can't help at all.

Hermione didn't want them to their hearts unnecessarily.

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

After only two minutes, with a loud bang, a three-story bright purple bus pulled up in front of her, its windshield with the words "Knight Bus" written in large gold letters.

"I'm going to the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione said.

"Eleven Silver West can ......." what else the conductor wanted to say.

"I'm just in the car, okay I'm going to sleep, don't bother me. ”

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

Hermione didn't reply, sobbing, her reddened eyes staring blankly at the window glass of the car, and she didn't go to sleep as she had said.

"Okay. The young man shrugged helplessly, pulled out a brand new towel from behind him, and handed it over.

"I didn't ask for disposable towels. Hermione said.

"No money, ma'am. The man shrugged, and the pair of fan ears shook with it.

Comforting people who have been frustrated on a journey is worth it in Stan Sanparkk's eyes—even if it means reversing his own salary.

Hermione didn't take the towel in the end, just pretended not to hear it, looking out the window at the alternating landscape, feeling the distorted and sometimes soothing rhythm of the car.

After about ten minutes, Hermione had already taken the knight's bus and drove four stops, before the Granger couple woke up from the couch at home, and they woke up and looked at each other in unison.

"Why am I asleep?" said Mr. Granger, bewildered as he lay on the couch.

"By the way, where did we just say we're going to travel?"

"France, or Italy?"

"I remember France, we were there. Mrs. Granger said.

The same conversation was staged again, and it can be seen that the couple is very keen to travel.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later, I'll cook now. Mrs. Granger smiled and turned to go to the kitchen.

"Huh, why is the food hot?"

Mrs. Granger turned on the microwave and felt a little strange.

At the same time, vaguely, I felt as if I had forgotten some important memories.