Chapter 82 Mutual Understanding

Before Lucius could react, he had already been knocked into a bookshelf, and the thick spell books on the shelves smashed on their heads one after another. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fred swung his arms and yelled, "Come on, beat him, Dad, you're awesome." ”

Mrs. Weasley let out a burst of screams, "Arthur, don't do this, stop." ”

Ron took the opportunity to rush to Malfoy, but was stopped by the quick-eyed Mrs. Weasley, "You want to get me into trouble too." ”

The screams and chaos in the corners immediately spread to the rest of the bookstore, and everyone panicked and fled, knocking down more shelves and causing more exclamations.

"Gentlemen, stop, do well, please, do well. The clerk of the bookstore soothed the crowd with a pitiful voice, but it was to no avail.

Until a loud voice suppressed all the voices in the hall, "Let one go, gentlemen, let one go..."

A giant half a body taller than the people walked in, and Hagrid, with his barrel-like body, squeezed through the crowd and walked up. He pulled Mr. Weasley away from Lucius, his forehead red and swollen, and even as he stood aside, he glared at Lucius with an angry gaze.

Lucius's eyes were bruised, and he still held Ginny's "Guide to Elementary Transfiguration" in his hand, and he shoved the book into her hand with a chilling glint in his eyes.

"Little girl... Grab it, your dad can't afford something new every time. Lucius broke free of Hagrid's arm and led Draco out of the door.

"You don't have to pay attention to him, Arthur. Hagrid reached for Mr. Weasley's robe, but accidentally pushed him to stumble, "They're bad, their family is like that, everybody knows it." The Malfoys can't be trusted, their blood stinks. It doesn't matter what they say, let's go out. ”

The clerk looked at the culprits who caused the accident in front of him, and wanted to stop them and ask for compensation, but seeing Hagrid's huge body, the two of them were still tall, and quietly shrank back.

Leaving the gate, the Granger couple were still trembling with fear, they had heard too many terrible rumors about the wizarding world, and although it was just a fight this time, they couldn't help but be scared in their hearts.

Mrs. Weasley gasped, "What would Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart think of this if you are a good leader for the children to fight in public..."

He was overjoyed. Fred said disapprovingly, "When I first came out, I heard him ask the Daily Prophet guy to include the fight in the report, so that it would make a splash." ”

It wasn't until they returned to the Leaky Cauldron that everyone gradually calmed down from what had just happened, rested for a while, and finally parted ways. Harry and the Weasleys are finally going to live in the Burrow, and the Granger family has to go home.

Everyone reluctantly said goodbye, and Harry and Ron also left Hermione's home phone.

Hermione quietly followed her parents back home, and when she returned to the safety of her home, it was as if she hadn't noticed anything. Everything is just like on weekdays, the home is still harmonious, still intimate and warm. But the scene that happened in Diagon Alley kept coming back to her mind.

At night, Hermione couldn't read a book, and she didn't do the daily scheduled meditation as she did on a regular day. Her mind felt messy, and she had never been so overwhelmed as she was today.

"Mom, or I'm not going to Hogwarts. Hermione knocked on her mother's study with a toy bear in her arms, and Mrs. Granger was reading a report on the frontiers of medicine under a bright lamp.

Madame Granger looked up from under the lamp, plucked her eyes from the bridge of her nose, and looked at her daughter in surprise, she knew how obsessed she was with Hogwarts, "What's the matter, baby, you're not happy?" ”

"Mom, I don't want to go to Hogwarts anymore. Hermione said listlessly as she hugged the toy bear, her head down.

Mrs. Granger stood up, and she led Hermione to the couch in the study. He sat down and brought her another glass of warm milk. "Is it because of today's incident at the Blotted Bookstore?"

"Hmm. Hermione sat on the couch, her head still down, just hugging the teddy bear tightly.

Mrs. Granger reached out and gently rubbed Hermione's head, and whispered, "But it's all in the past, it's all settled, and Mr. Weasley is a trusted friend." Don't worry too much, baby. ”

"No... There is no past... Mom!" Hermione's voice trembled a little, "I was so careless, I didn't notice it all along, I shouldn't have been so sloppy." ”

"I love the wonders and weirdness of magic, and I'm good at them, I can easily learn to stump other students' spells. But mom and dad don't need magic, mom and dad have their own lives, respectable jobs. Mom and Dad shouldn't be called Muggles, and Mom and Dad shouldn't be scared about me. ”

Hermione's eyes were already a little moist, and she looked at her mother blankly.

"Baby, you're so sensible. Mrs. Granger said gently, "Mom and Dad want you to be happy, and that's the most important thing to us." ”

Mrs. Granger sat down next to Hermione and put her arm around her shoulder.

"When we first received our offer to Hogwarts, I didn't believe it. When we got the teacher to prove it, we were also very worried. Mom and Dad are dentists, and it's a good job, but it's also a very stable and very calm job. Our lives won't be particularly colorful, but we like the peaceful life we have now. ”

"Yes!" Hermione whispered, she also liked her family and the quiet life in it, although she agreed and longed for the wonderful adventures of Hogwarts.

"I thought about not letting you go to Hogwarts, I've never seen the wizarding world. I don't know what kind of job you'll be looking for when you graduate. I don't even know if your classmate is Gargamel with a bald nose. Mrs. Granger reminisced about last year.

"Haha" Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I still have to worry about how you fall in love, maybe you can only marry a wizard after graduation, otherwise other boys will be scared away by your status as a witch. Mrs. Granger turned her head and stared at Hermione with worry in her eyes.

"Hmm" Hermione listened to her mother's concern, a little moved, and felt a little hot in her ears. Mother thought so far away, she was only twelve years old.

"It was your dad who convinced me. Mrs. Granger's eyes lit up, "Your father told me that a daughter is not a continuation of our lives, a daughter is not a continuation of our lives, not a replica of us. ”