If there's anything that can easily kill a powerful wizard, it's math.

Ron felt like his head was smoking.

"Ron! Hold on! You've all written down the multiplication of three! There's only ...... left," Harry counted with his fingers, "Six left!" ”

"It's comforting, thank you Harry." Ron crawled down on the table, looking helpless, "Who is it?" I just want to ask who it is? Invented this ninety-nine multiplication table—"

"Just asking you to write it down silently, to remember where these numbers and symbols are, without even asking you to memorize it!" Anna crossed her waist and looked like a little teacher, "It's like reciting a phone number!" ”

"I've never memorized a phone number!"

Well, that's what Anna ignored.

"Be content, Ron, look at this question—" Fred handed over the mock paper in his hand, "49 dogs participate in the competition, 36 more puppies than large dogs, ask how many puppies will participate......"

Ginny leaned over to take a look, shook her head and ran off to watch TV with Aven.

"I know how!" George slapped the table and wrote hard, and soon he stopped writing and doubted himself, "? ”

Anna took the paper, and "42.5...", almost without much thought, burst out with the answer.

"Does that sound like a word? How can there be half a dog! Ron covered his head, "Death Eaters wouldn't do that!" This is abuse! For me and for the dogs! ”

This is too close to the reality of life.

"Hey! Look what I found! George held a reading comprehension essay, "Look at this short essay, 'There's an Octopus Under My Bed'!" ”

"Wow!" A crowd of people marveled.

"Is that the magical creature under the bed?" Harry craned his neck on the table, trying to get a good look.

"No," Anna felt the pain of being a teacher, "and the little girl's mother helped her clean up the room, and the little girl mistook the octopus under the bed for it. ”

"So there's really an octopus under the bed?" Ron tried to take reading comprehension away from George, "What is an octopus?" ”

"Her mother is the octopus!"

"Can her mother turn into an octopus?"

Well, Anna clenched her hands into fists over her head and began to wonder if this was a silver gourd quest after all, which in her opinion was a hundred times more difficult than the golden gourd quest.

It occurred to her that Hermione, how the hell was that brave girl who had tutored her companion in failing a course? It's a world problem.

"Boys!" Anna snatched the reading comprehension card and pulled out one of the random piles, "Let's take a look at this!" ”

A short poem "I Ride a Giant".

Finished.

"Merlin's beard! Is this giant the one I think I am? Or a troll? ”

Anna did not dare to say that the giant was referring to the boy's father, for to say so would have caused even greater surprise, 'His father is a giant!' 'You know, the wizarding world isn't very friendly to giant blood......

She silently put away the scroll.

"I see you're tired too...... Anna walked to the door and scooped up a flyer that was tucked away in the newspaper today, 'Central Park on Court Road in Tottenham, Old Film Festival, take you back to the beauty of Roman holidays for free'.

"How about we go to the movies with a combination of work and rest?"

"Of course—" Ron let out a sigh of relief, "let me do anything but study math," he pleaded to Harry.

"Studied math – I don't think there's anything left to stump me."

Harry patted him on the shoulder approvingly.

"Agreed!" The twins shouted, and they tossed the roll into the air and picked it up again as Anna watched.

Ginny dressed silently, blushing as she had just seen Harry wearing the socks she had given him on his feet—a little funny, because there was only one.

"Mom! Go to the movies?! Anna shouted upstairs, and Snow the cat ran over and stood at the top of the stairs looking at her, looking at each other.

"Baby, Mommy's deadline is coming—" Lena's voice trembled and despaired, "Have fun—"

That's terrible, "Come on, Mom!" ”

"Come on, Ms. Lianna!" Several people cheered for Lena and walked out of the house with Liana's half-dead grateful.

"Let's go this way," Anna said, holding Ginny and looking at her watch, "it's four o'clock in the afternoon, and we can take the subway." ”

"Ah, that's convenient," Ron and Harry muttered as they walked together, "when are we going to learn to apparate—I can't wait!" ”

Anna nodded, expectantly, but also worried about whether she would teleport herself to some strange place if her magic wasn't precise enough, like someone's bathroom.

"We would take a similar mode of transportation to go to school at Hogwarts," Anna and her party bought subway tickets and squeezed into the subway with the crowd.

"It's too crowded!" Fred pulled the ring with one hand and Anna's arm with the other to prevent her from falling. My feet! ”

"I'm sorry! Kid, I didn't pay attention! An old man in a hat smiled apologetically at Fred.

"It's okay......" Fred didn't pay much attention.

Anna glanced at the old gentleman twice, and always felt a sense of familiarity.

"If only - there was a space expansion - if only that!" George grabbed the armrest with one hand and grabbed Ron with the other, "Let's hope we don't get so crowded when we go to Hogwarts." ”

Anna was attracted by this topic and took her eyes off the old gentleman, it was spoiler time again, "Hogwarts Express is all private rooms, super luxurious. ”

"Can we sit together?" Harry loves to spend time with his friends.

"It seems like there can only be four people in a box," Anna saw the disappointment in Harry's eyes, "but we can always figure it out, can we?" ”

"Of course," Ron patted his chest, "Fred and George can sit on the floor!" ”

"I think it's nice to put you on the shelf," George ravaged Ron's hair.

"You're going to make me bald sooner or later! Okay, okay George! ”

"Ahem," Fred stood, "if—I mean if, if I can't sit down, I can pick up a petite friend in my strong hands - so we can make more space—"

"No need, thank you Fred," Harry refused.

Poof, George accidentally squirted saliva into Ron's hair, and the two had a fight.

"......" Fred just wanted to speak, but was stepped on by the old man next to him, "Wow! ”

"I'm sorry, kid!" The old gentleman smiled apologetically at Fred again, "I'm too old..."

"It's okay......"

A chime came from the subway radio, "...... Tottenham Court Road to ......"

A few people scrambled to get off the subway, "It's similar to the use of Floo powder," Ron concluded, "and when it came out, it was like being squeezed out of a tube." ”

Walking down the streets of Courthouse Road in Tottenham, the group received a lot of envious glances, mainly because of their costumes - it was Lady Molly who had been busy all afternoon according to stills from "Growing Pains", scratching her ears and cheeks and giving them all a few changes.

"Hermione dear, look at those kids!" Mrs. Granger looked out the car window and said, "Oh, they must be very cozy, so many lovely children!" Mrs. Granger covered her face, soaking in the cuteness of the human cub.

Hermione lifted her head from the book and gave a perfunctory look, a bunch of red hair, two brown hair, nothing special, didn't it?

"Probably," Hermione looked back at the book, "our home is cozy, too. ”

"That's right!" Mr. Granger laughed from the driver's seat, "What are we little Hermione reading again?" ”

Hermione proudly held up the book, her head tilted, her long brown hair draped over her shoulders, "The People of the Middle Ages!" I wanted to find out about the class division between the nobility and the commoners mentioned in 'Roman Holiday', so I found the book in the community library—" she looked at the old cover.

"It's funny, it also tells the story of a medieval love story between a nobleman and a commoner—the kind that doesn't end well," Hermione said, "but luckily there are no class divisions now, and everyone is free to fall in love." ”

Mrs. Granger laughed, she thought the little girl who was serious about love was cute, "Of course, we Hermione know a lot. ”

Mr. Granger parked the car, got out of the car and opened the door in the back seat, "Come on, my treasure, the festival is waiting for us!" ”

Hermione took her dad's hand and got out of the car, she was wearing a white sweater, a short red and rice plaid skirt, black thermal tights, and small brown boots.

He took the navy blue tweed coat handed over by his mother and put it on, "Thank you, Mom!" ”。

"Hermione dear, tonight is my date with your mother—" Mr. Granger stroked Hermione's somewhat frizzy hair.

"I see!" Hermione flashed to the side holding the book, "I'll find a bright place to sit, I won't go to a place where no one is around, I'll yell when I meet a bad guy, and if I get lost, I'll call the police," she raised her chin proudly, "I know everything." ”

"Oh dear," Mrs. Granger hugged Hermione, "if you could find a few friends—that would be great." She raised her head and motioned for Hermione to look at the group of redheads, Mrs. Granger had been a little worried about Hermione, even though all the neighbors who knew them were envious that they had a genius daughter—

Mrs. Granger knew that Hermione had always longed for friendship and had tried to win it, but her 'genius' had always kept other children away from her.

Each time she said, "I don't need friends, they will delay me from reading." ”

But sometimes, Hermione also wanted to experience the feeling of being delayed in reading.

"Hmm......" Hermione looked at the group, they were laughing and joking - the atmosphere never had enough for herself, she frowned, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But she replied to her mother, "I will." ”