"Hermione, we need to talk, after we get home."

Mr. Granger fastened his seatbelt, twisted the key, and whispered as he looked through the rearview mirror at Hermione in the rear seat amid the roar of the engine.

Hermione didn't reply, just nodded, knowing what her father was going to say to him.

As a wizard's parents, she has access to some information about the wizarding world, like the Daily Prophet, who has been at the Granger family dinner table every day since her school year.

A lot of people out there don't even know about Mr. Granger, but there's at least one person he knows.

The guy had been living at Granger's house for about a month.

Returning home in silence, Hermione silently dragged her luggage from the trunk, opened the door, put it aside and sat down on the couch. After a while, Mr. Granger, who had finished parking, came in and sat side by side with Mrs. Granger on the coffee table in front of Hermione.

"Hermione, dear, Daddy needs to know that bastard is really like the newspaper says?" Mr. Granger looked at Hermione with a solemn expression, while Mrs. Granger next to her nervously clenched her hands and rubbed the clothes at her neckline.

"I can't say, Dad." Hermione shook her head.

Mr. Granger frowned, was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Is it that we can't know the answer?" ”

Hermione didn't react, her eyes stared straight at Mr. Granger, clear and pure. Mr. Granger nodded slightly, and then asked, "So Hermione, have you made your decision?" About ......"

"Yes." Before Mr. Granger could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Hermione. She got up directly, picked up her luggage and walked to the stairs. Take a step and stop again.

"I love you, you know?"

"Yes, dear, we know." Mr. Granger tried to calm himself, but Mrs. Granger burst into tears.

Hermione smiled, turned her head, and staggered upstairs, slamming the door shut. Downstairs, Madame Granger couldn't hold back any longer, sobbing softly, tears quickly soaking the skirt on her knees.

The wizarding world is in turmoil, the threat of the Dark Lord is looming in the shadows, and no one knows what will become of tomorrow. But for Hermione, Harry, and Ron, who experienced first-hand the battle of the Department of Mysteries, the answer was obvious.

Darkness is coming, and everyone should be prepared in advance. The faint-hearted seek a place to hide, but those who have righteousness in their hearts have come to their senses.

Whether they were forced or whatever, they were ready.

Neville, who had followed Mrs. Longbottom Sr. out of King's Cross Station, arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries after putting his luggage home as he had done in previous years.

It had become a habit, since he was very young, and he spent much more time at St. Mungo than he did in his own home.

He still kept his head down, and even though he was much taller than his grandmother now, he would still look like a child who had not yet grown up in front of her, which was almost etched in his bones.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Mrs. Longbottom sat down naturally in the little chair in which she usually sits, in the middle of the two beds. On the left is her son, and on the right is her daughter-in-law.

The son was still lying there sleeping with his eyes closed, but the daughter-in-law was sitting on the bed, and when she saw Neville come in, she smiled happily, took something out of her pocket, and stuffed it directly into Neville's hand, and then smiled with satisfaction.

It was kind and warm, but Neville knew that her mind was still empty, and that the action was only subconscious.

Spread out your hand, and sure enough, it was the candy wrapper, the candy wrapper that had not changed for more than ten years.

Smiled and nodded, spread out the candy wrapper, picked up the non-existent candy and stuffed it into her mouth, squinted her eyes and gave a thumbs up, then used her magic to recover while she wasn't looking, and let it go back into her pocket.

At this moment, Mrs. Longbottom, who had watched all this, nodded in satisfaction, as if admiring Neville's actions.

Neville had become accustomed to it, and he sat down on the edge of his father's bed, elbows resting on his knees, his head naturally lowered.

"I saw her." In the middle of the hour, Neville whispered. The sound was small, but it was audible enough in the quiet of the room.

"She? Who? Before Mrs. Longbottom could react, Neville continued, "Bellatrix Lestrange, the man who made me the way they are. ”

Mrs. Longbottom's old eyes, which had been dim, narrowed suddenly, and then slowly opened them again. She didn't speak, just listened as Neville spoke as if talking to herself.

"In the Department of Mysteries, we were attacked by the Death Eaters, and I saw her right there, exactly like the picture in the newspaper, just as crazy."

"They chase behind, we run in front, the spell flies around, I don't know what spell will fall on us in the next second."

"I fought her, but not her opponent. I was knocked down by her, and she pointed her wand at me, trying to give me a Diamond Charm as well. ”

"I could see in her eyes that she really would do that."

Neville's head hung low, almost buried between his arms. At this time, Mrs. Longbottom spoke.

"Are you scared then? Backed down? ”

"Nope!" Neville jerked his head up, even though his eyes were a little tearful, and he didn't flinch and looked directly into Mrs. Longbottom's eyes, "I'm just...... Just a little regret......"

"Regrets? What do you regret? ”

"I regret why I don't have the strength of Hermione or Harry, why don't I work harder so that I can take her down and give her ...... to Mom and Dad"

"Revenge?"

"Smack!"

Mrs. Longbottom jerked to her feet and slapped Neville in the face.

"Revenge? How could you have such a stupid idea! ”

"But......" Before Neville could finish his words, he heard Mrs. Longbottom speak sharply, "do you want to say that is what I have asked of you since I was a child?" ”

"Stupid!"

"That's right, that woman is indeed the culprit who caused your parents to be the way they are, and there's nothing wrong with revenge, but that doesn't make it a motivation for you to grow up and become strong!"

"Your parents, my son and daughter-in-law are because of justice! Justice...... That's the only thing that motivates you! ”

Mrs. Longbottom looked down at Neville, grimaced, but her eyes full of determination.

"You're going to beat that crazy woman, grab her by Azkaban, and even kill her, but not because of revenge, just because she's evil and you represent justice!"

"Justice?" Neville looked at Mrs. Longbottom in confusion, at the firm and faintly tearful eyes, as if he understood something.

He nodded slightly, but he didn't know what to say, his head slowly lowered again, and the room fell silent.

Suddenly, Neville felt something slip into his hand. He looked up blankly, only to see his mother smiling at him and pointing to his hand.

Looking down, it was the crumpled candy wrapper.

After being silent for a long time, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. Shove that unwarranted candy into your mouth and smile and give it a thumbs up. Spelled it neat, but didn't put the candy wrapper back in his mother's pocket.

He took a new candy from his other pocket, opened it, handed it to his mother, and watched her hold it in her mouth.

The sugar was so sweet that my mother's eyes narrowed.

Silently watching her put the candy wrapper back in her pocket, Neville finally turned to look at Mrs. Longbottom.

"I see, Grandma......"