Hermione vaguely remembers that it was when she was eight years old. "Daddy, he's the wizard boy from the other day!" Hermione muttered softly behind Chris, a hint of excitement on her face.

"yes, that's right." Chris smiled and touched Hermione's little head.

"Can I learn magic from him?" Hermione looked curiously at Egg, who was looking around with a frowning little nose.

"I want to... He shouldn't mind. Chris chuckled softly at Egger's movements, but his smile was a little stiff.

……

After dinner, Egger was still frowning on the sofa with his delicate little nose, and sat up straight from time to time in shock.

In the kitchen, Chris and his wife watched Egg's movements and whispered something, Hermione curiously leaned over to Egg's side, "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm wondering where the barbecue is cooking...", Egger looked around in confusion.

"Barbecue?" Hermione was stunned, a little puzzled.

"yes... It's weird... Where is it? Iger scratched his hair and looked puzzled: "It's weird, I used to smell barbecue in the nun's room... Have you ever eaten lamb skewers? ”

Hermione shook her head in confusion...

In the distance, Chris walked over, looked at Egger and smiled: "Egg, I'll take you to your room, Jane knows that you have already cleaned up for you." ”

"Oh, thank you Chris." Egg staggered and followed Chris upstairs.

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, Hermione saw her mother put on her clothes and rushed out of the door...

"Mom, where are you going?" Hermione hurried after her little fluffy pajamas.

"Mom has something, I'll be back right away." Jane touched Hermione's little head with a smile, and then walked away quickly.

"Uh... Oh—" Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger's departure with some confusion.

Early the next morning, Egger got up in his pajamas and came to the dining room slowly, frowning a little in confusion.

"What are you smelling?" Hermione sat at the dining table in her bear pajamas, looking at Egg curiously.

"It's weird... What about the lamb skewer flavor? Egger was puzzled.

"What?" Hermione looked puzzled, and Chris looked a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, it's nothing, I thought there was a barbecue restaurant nearby," Egg muttered.

Hermione had always thought there was something wrong with Egg's nose at the time, and she had always thought that way - until she was eleven years old.

"Great, Mom, I've received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts!" Hermione jumped around Mrs. Granger and yelled.

To celebrate her enrollment, Egg went shopping in Diagon Alley, and Hermione wasn't worried about Egger seeing the crazy girl.

"Okay dear, you've been excited for more than half an hour, your nose is sweaty, go take a shower, and we'll eat when Egger comes back." Mrs. Granger touched Hermione's little brain dotingly and whispered.

Hermione nodded, and went into the bathroom with an excited face.

The hot water washed the little girl's still immature body, and the little girl held her chest a little discouraged, remembering the sexy red dress of Aisha in her mind.

Moisture filled the bathroom, and Hermione lifted her little chin and pulled her tousled hair, as if fantasizing about what she would look like when she grew up.

Suddenly, a strange smell crept into the little girl's nose, and Hermione's body suddenly stiffened.

It's been a long time since she's smelled, but Hermione vaguely remembers smelling it...

Where did it come from?

The little girl, who hadn't asked about this strange smell for a long time, frowned in disgust, and sniffed the smell for a long time, and finally, Hermione looked at her armpits, and her face gradually became ugly.

"Mom!" The little girl's screaming sounded, and Hermione poked her head out of the bathroom and screamed at Mrs. Granger like crazy.

"What's wrong, darling?" Mrs. Granger hurriedly put down the pot in her hand, and Kaka's eyes lit up on the side, and she took over Mrs. Granger's work.

"I... "Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger with a bitter little face, with a bath towel draped over her, hiding behind the door and shivering, "I have a strange smell on me..."

Madame Granger was stunned, then walked into the bathroom and closed the door, and a few seconds later, Madame Granger's demonic laughter resounded throughout the second floor.

After a long time, seeing Hermione's face getting darker and darker, Mrs. Granger stopped laughing: "Okay, dear, don't worry, it's just the smell of sweat, take a shower every day, and then wipe this, it's okay." ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Granger pulled out a small bottle from a cupboard.

"But can't you get rid of the smell?" Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger pitifully, "Do I have to do this every day from now on?" ”

"No way, baby..."Mrs. Granger touched Hermione's little head dotingly, "Eighty percent of Caucasian people will have this problem..."

"What about Egger? Does Egger have any? Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger.

"I often clean up the house for him, so he should be—" Mrs. Granger paused, "the other twenty percent..."

For a moment, it seemed as if a shining thunderbolt slashed through Hermione's world, and she felt like her whole being was going to petrify...

That strange, foul smell...

I have, Iger doesn't...

Oh, my God!

Hermione felt like her face was going to burn.

Nima's, why?

Why do I have such a disgusting smell on a girl?!

"It's okay, it's very common for children, as long as you wear antiperspirants regularly." Mrs. Granger rubbed Hermione's little head dotingly, "Okay, I'm going to cook, you can pack up and go out to eat." ”

The door closing, and the sound of Mrs. Granger's footsteps fading away.

Hermione hadn't recovered from the thunderbolt for the time being, just staring at the delicate face in the bathroom mirror.

Absolute!

Absolutely, absolutely!

Can't let Iger know!

At this moment, the little girl was ready to make Egg never know what the smell of sweat was!

Even if it breaks the bridge of his nose!

At dinner, Iger began to sniff around curiously again: "Hey, strange, where does the smell of lamb skewers come from?" ”

Why is your nose so good?!

Hermione was flushed and almost fainted, but Egg didn't seem to care, just went back to her room after dinner.

Call... Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second, her eyes were on a bottle of air freshener in the living room...

Chris noticed that something was wrong with Hermione, and hurriedly stood up and opened his mouth: "Wait, Hermione, you want to..."

Laugh at!!!!

A lemon-flavored spray suddenly sprayed into Chris's mouth.

Chris, pawn!

Looking at Chris who was foaming at the mouth and falling to the floor, Mrs. Granger picked up her husband's 'corpse' and rushed out the door with a sad expression...

"Doctor? Is there a doctor? Aisha, great, please save Chris! ”

Madame Granger's voice could be heard far away...

In the spacious living room, Hermione's little face was covered by unkempt hair, and there seemed to be two red lights flashing under the hair...

In the empty living room, the sound of sneering was constantly sounding, and the lemon-scented air freshener filled the entire room.

……

"It's great to finally get in." On the shores of the Black Lake, Hermione looked at the boy beside her with a smile on her face.

"How does it feel?" Iger asked with a grin.

"It's amazing," Hermione muttered as she gazed at Egg's sunlit face, "and dazzling..."

"Haha, Hogwarts is fun, isn't it?" Egg said with a smile on his face, looking like a kitten lazily basking in the sun.

"That's right, Egger." Hermione suddenly spoke, her fingers stirring the ends of her hair restlessly, "Do you care about Pedro and her sisters?" The boys say the two of them are the best girls in age... Do you like Indian girls? ”

"No," Egg was stunned, "Do I always look at them?" ”

"When I'm in class, sometimes... Parvati always thought you had a crush on her and was thinking about confessing to you. Hermione tried her best to sound as casual as she could, but she was concerned.

"Oh, yes, it's very intimate," Egg nodded, "They always smell of curry, and a little emmm... Lamb skewer flavor! ”

Hermione's face darkened.

God fucking lamb kebabs!

At night, in the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, a terrible voice sounded, Parvati hugged her chest with a frightened face, and looked at Hermione, who was dark and dripping: "You...... What are you doing? I warn you not to mess around... I didn't say anything to Iger... Ah~"

It's another Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

In Professor Quirrell's Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, which smelled of garlic, ginger, curry, and spices, Egg looked at Parvati with a disgrieved face.

"What's wrong, Egger?" Hermione asked casually, dodging her eyes.

"It's weird..."Iger frowned, "The smell of lamb skewers... No more..."

Hermione lowered her head slightly, her eyes flashing red...

That's amazing!