After Harris's performance, the clouds in the sky seemed to be overturned by the cheers on the ground, and all the wizards could move freely in the floating city, and the wizards giggled and walked around the commercial street with a more eerie atmosphere than usual.

Various merchants have also taken the opportunity to throw out various preferential discount activities, hoping to retain more customers and promote sales. And more wizards who have homes in the floating city rush home, ready to meet the trick-or-treating little wizards, and ask the other half to take the children to ask for candy.

In addition, there is also an upcoming selection of the best outfits, where there is a polling office at the corner of each residential area, and the final statistics will be judged.

And Hermione was undoubtedly one of them, and as soon as the street tour was over, she didn't participate in the performance, so she handed over the follow-up to some of the people under the umbrella, and hurried home herself, wanting to get her parents' first Halloween in the wizarding world as much as possible.

Besides, Hermione herself loved winning these kinds of competitions, in fact the contests themselves were her idea.

However, the Granger couple at home did not have the same anxiety as their daughter, and they sat at home watching the magic TV live patrol of the commercial plaza, with two necromantic knights standing at the gate as doormen, one left and one right, while Dobby was outside the courtyard inspecting the room that would be dressed up a little eerie in front of the drawings.

As Muggles, they can't use magic and they don't have much help with their previous outfits, and Hermione is more accustomed to planning things like this, and prefers to be in charge of everything, so they don't even have to think about ideas, just wait for Hermione and Dobby to get things done and assign some tasks to participate in when the time comes—on the afternoon when Hermione was dressed up, the couple had lost their initial fear of wizards, and walked around the homes of their wizarding neighbors in the company of necromantic knights and bodyguards.

At this time, the sweet smell of pumpkins filled the Granger couple's drawing-room, and at their feet lay a dog that resembled the Jack Russell Hound Dog, with a red servile jewel in the middle of its forehead, its ears hanging down into two inverted triangles, its nose black and shiny, its nose and mouth long and quite prominent, its lips black, its body covered with black, tawny and white short hair, and its forked tail beating the floor again and again, trying to ask the hostess for some snacks.

Suddenly, the wilted dog stood up, pricked up its ears and listened, then wagged its forked tail and sprang out on the ground, circling happily around Hermione, who had just come home.

"Emma, don't grab my clothes!" Hermione grabbed the puppy by the neck, picked it up, and hugged it into her arms for a moment of affection, "Mommy, the man sent by Aunt Josephine?" Did you get a license for us? We didn't cut Emma's tail and it was already illegal..."

"Don't worry, Hermione, Rupert has already sent the certificate? When he brought the papers, he said that in fact, our family doesn't have to worry too much about the papers..."Mrs. Granger got up from the couch? Pulled out a certificate with the Ministry of Magic badge and shook it at Hermione? "Emma isn't as aggressive about us as advertised..."

"That's because I asked Eren to put a gem on it..."Hermione pursed her lips, a little ashamed of her act of enslaving other creatures? Because she herself has always been more opposed to this kind of behavior? But for the safety of his parents, he had to do this, "Anyway, Mom and Dad, you'd better not walk around with our new neighbors..."

"Hermione, don't worry? Did I tell you about it with your dad? It was we who took the initiative to ask when we saw our new neighbor playing with this kind of dog, and Mr. Grindelwald warned us that this kind of dog is not very friendly to people without magical powers, and also kindly suggested some suitable breeds for us. Mrs. Granger pursed her lips in disapproval, "Hermione? Me and your dad understand that we know some of his rumors? But we've taught you that we should also have our own judgments? And don't blindly judge others..."

"Hermione, I think Gatler... Maybe it was the Dark Lord before..."Mr. Granger looked at his daughter? "But at least not anymore? It's not a question of whether he's polite and kind to me and your mother... Don't Mr. Dumbledore and Alan trust him, too?, or they wouldn't have invited him to be the vice-chancellor of the university, would they?" Mr. Granger asked rhetorically? "And after Getler made sure that Alan sent this gem, he suggested that we raise something else and took the initiative to send a small one to us... Maybe we should give these people who have done the wrong things in the past a chance to mend their ways? Or we're going to push him back to the dark side, isn't it?"

Looking at her parents' tone and demeanor, Hermione couldn't argue, she felt that her parents had undoubtedly been seduced by the charm of their new neighbor Grindelwald. Of course, there are Alan and Dumbledore, and because of the other party's age, she also understands that the other party can't do anything else, and her attitude towards her parents is estimated to have nothing else to think about except her own identity...

I don't usually feel anything about Hermione, but living in the same block with him and being able to see each other's houses, plus knowing that the other party got a litter of swallow-tailed dogs to raise, and also caused her parents to raise such a thing, which made Hermione a little unhappy, and felt that Grindelwald didn't seem to have any change in attitude towards Muggles deep down- Because the swallowtail is a three-star dangerous-level magical animal native to the South East of England, it is an amazing scavenger, from goblins to old tires, and it eats whatever it encounters. And it was undoubtedly a creature bred by wizards, as it was extremely loyal to wizards, but cruel to Muggles without magical powers.

Any wizard who wishes to apply for the breeding of a swallow-tailed dog must first complete a simple test at the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, proving that he has the ability to control a swallow-tailed dog in a Muggle settlement, before he can obtain a license from the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control. When the swallowtail reaches six to eight weeks, the owner of the swallowtail is legally obligated to remove its strange tail by a painless cutting spell so that the swallowtail does not attract the attention of Muggles,—— only then will it be licensed by the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control.

Knowing that her daughter was worried about herself, Mrs. Granger put away the certificate and poured Hermione a glass of pumpkin juice with her own hands: "Hermione, you should spend your mind on today's house race and Crook Hill and Cotton's weight loss plan... After all, they don't seem to be like Emma can't get fat no matter how much she eats... Can you tell us more about the arrangements?"

"Okay Mommy, when the kids come in, dad waits for the kids to come in, you pour out this bucket of black mist behind the door, and I'll set up illusions for you so they won't notice you, and when the fog clears, Mom, you can put a cage of dwarf pu, I rented it from the lady owner of the Magniquet... The branch at Hogwarts is much better than she did in Diagon Alley... Oh, and it's easy for them to rub against the kids when they roll around in the fog anyway, and the fluffy feeling can be scary... Dobby, Dobby, come here..."Hermione beckoned to the outside of the yard and Dobby teleported to his master, "Dobby, when the kids are scared by the dwarfs, you'll need to sneak candy into their baskets before they escape... Can you imagine their expressions when they found themselves with some more candy in their basket?"

"Oh, Hermione's master is a genius! It's terrible! Dobby will get the job done!" Dobby was dressed up today, too, and Hermione, who was particularly tolerant of house-elves, didn't even dictate his outfit and allowed him to design his own outfit - while maybe his new socks wouldn't scare the wizard today, the new clothes would surely scare the other house-elves.

"Speaking of candy, Molly is much friendlier than me, she took the effort to make some toffee finger cakes for the children, and gave us and the neighbors a lot in the afternoon..."Mrs. Granger's expression looked a little uncomfortable, "Your father and I don't know how to make candy, I wonder if the wizard's children will like these tooth-healthy candy that your father used to reward obedient children when he was still a dentist..."

"Don't worry Mommy, Dad, these candies must be new enough for wizards... And I didn't add some wizard's hairy mints to it? They all clean the teeth of today's kids. Hermione, not thinking too much about Dobby's outfit, took a big sip of pumpkin juice, pulled out a napkin and pressed it lightly on her mouth, then folded it in half and folded it in the trash, and then always felt that her current situation seemed to be a little worse.

"Hermione, don't be too anxious, we've rehearsed it a few times. Mr. Granger patted Hermione on the shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and then persuaded, "But... I don't know the extent of a wizard, but you're not going to take it too seriously, it's just dealing with some candy kids..."

"It's okay Dad, there are some adult parents who will follow the kids into the yard as well, and we can focus more on them! Hermione didn't want to admit defeat in the game, and she shouted to the Necro Knight outside the door, "Bjorn, Ivar... I'll help you set up an illusion to disguise you as armor, and then when they're scared and fleeing..."

Hermione turned to the Necroknight Guards again, "You warriors dressed as armor are wearing armor at home, and when they wake up from the illusion and give them a few seconds to react, they will come to life and rush at them to scare them away from the house......"

Hermione's fingers tapped on her arm, wondering if there were any loopholes.

"Your mother and I went shopping for a long time this afternoon, and found that although you wizards do a good job of special effects, they don't seem to have any expertise in the horror film industry..." He also invited our family to come over for dinner, and Getler would personally cook for us. ”

Hermione's face flushed and annoyed a little when she heard Grindelwald invite them over to his own meal, for it reminded her of her previous cooking mistake that had cost the old man a hospital - and Miss Jack-of-all-trades her mind turned to what she had just heard about their house, and began to wonder if there was anything in the room that would have allowed her to win the game.

"Maybe we should add something to the game? Maybe I should grab a few Dementors and put them under the entrance floor so that their breath can create some atmosphere for us?" Hermione was a little unsure whether she should use this on a child, she turned to look at the Necromantic Knight, "By the way, Ivar, can you take your head off?" I mean take it off temporarily, can you still talk after taking it off?"

"Huh, my head?" Ivar, the Necromantic Knight, was a little confused by Hermione's hardcore question, and then before he could react, his helmet was pulled off, and a cold light flashed, and the Necroknight's head fell to the ground in Granger's exclamation, his head rolled on the ground, and he stared angrily at the culprit who was putting away the axe, and scolded, "Bjorn, what are you doing with this melon?"

"Miss Granger, you can use his head as you please!" said Bjorn, the other necromantic knight, putting away his axe and kicking his head on the ground, "Ivar is my half-brother, and this melon is notoriously boneless, so I'll just install it for him when I'm done." ”