"Your craftsmanship is truly impeccable!" Dumbledore happily swallowed the last chocolate brownie on the plate, exclaiming from the bottom of his heart.

"It's over, do you want some jam? It's a sauce made from fruits harvested in our own garden! Mrs. Granger, who had been praised for her cooking, smiled and took out a jar of black and red jam from the kitchen cupboard.

"Okay, what kind of jam is this?"

"Elderberry, I just made it the other day."

Dumbledore, Newt: ......

The two wizards fell silent, but eventually, they took the jar and symbolically smeared a little on their toast.

Although elderberry is not a symbol of good fortune in the wizarding world due to the presence of the "Elder Wand", in the non-wizarding world, the elderberry is a "sacred tree", and British Muggles believe that the specially treated black elderberry can have a protective effect. Every year before May 1, the Scots even collect the leaves of the elderberry and hang it on the door to "ward off evil spirits". Black elderberry has high medicinal value, can treat colds, infections, toothaches, headaches and other symptoms, almost equivalent to Europe and the United States "banyan root", daily consumption can prevent and relieve colds and sore throat.

There was no malice in the jar of jam served by the Grangers, it was just a difference in customs between the two worlds.

After tasting the jam, breakfast was coming to an end, but Hermione on the other side of the table was still desperately stuffing sausages into her mouth.

Her lower abdomen was already slightly bulging, but she was still puffing out her cheeks to stuff her mouth.

"Well, you take it easy......," Lofer advised, lest she eat too much and cause a huff of food.

Hermione:......

She's not gluttonous, she just doesn't want breakfast to end, and when breakfast is over, the little wolf will be taken away.

"Alright, eat less." Mrs. Granger couldn't take it anymore and took Hermione's plate away.

"Eh, wait a minute—" Hermione was still struggling, but she was too full to move.

"There is always a moment when good things come to an end." Mr. Granger comforted his daughter.

Lovell watched from the sidelines, thoughtfully, and could sense the sadness Hermione was exuding.

Is it reluctant? Lovell thought so, and he thought for a moment, then grabbed his tail.

Pinch!

It pulled a small bunch of tail hairs down.

Hurt!

Wolf Cub: (╥╯^╰╥)

It's not like a cat, the tail and body are two creatures, and it still hurts to pull out a bunch of hair.

"Here you go!" It jumped up to Hermione's desk and handed over its tail hair.

"Huh?" Hermione took the bundle of silver-white hair, somewhat puzzled.

"When you wear it, it's like I'm always by your side!" Lovell flicked his sparsely haired tail with a smug look on his face.

"Wolf wolf ......" tears suddenly filled Hermione's eyes, and she resisted to keep herself from crying and nodded.

Then she quickly got up and ran upstairs. Everyone thought that she didn't want to see the separation, but after a while, Hermione returned, holding a black ribbon with a small golden bell tied to the end.

She approached the wolf cub and tied the ribbon around its neck with her own hands.

Wolf Cub: ?

"Declare sovereignty and let others know that you are a wolf with a lord." Hermione patted the wolf cub on the head and warned it not to mess with flowers at Hogwarts, let alone claim its new master.

Although it was a little uncomfortable to tie the ribbon, and the bell that made a sound was even more of a hindrance to the wolf cub from hunting, it accepted Hermione's gift.

At this point, it was time to part, and Dumbledore and Newt got up and left the table, Lovell reluctantly following them.

"I'm leaving, take care." The wolf cub waved its fleshy paws and said goodbye to Hermione and Granger.

"Take care, too."

Dumbledore walked out the door of Granger's house, and Newt followed, standing beside him.

The wolf cub stood in the doorway, looking at Hermione who had followed her.

Here, the smell of her belongings lingers.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The wolf cub left Granger's house on his short legs.

"We'll see you again, right? You'll be healthy when you say goodbye, okay? ”

The wolf cub walks through the garden.

"At Hogwarts, you have to be obedient and happy—"

Dumbledore picked up the wolf cub from the ground, waved his hand, and the next moment, he, Newt, and Lovell were gone.

One drop of water falls on the floor, then the second, then the third, and the fourth......

Hermione went back to her bedroom.

On the street outside the garden, a drop of crystal-like liquid glows in the morning sun with a diamond version of the light.

"Oops!" Mr. Granger in the kitchen patted his thigh in annoyance: The wolf cub is gone, who will take him to win the lottery?!

Mrs. Granger, though she didn't know what her husband had in mind, decided to punish him for washing the dishes for a week.

……

Hogsmeade Village.

With a bang, two figures shattered the thin morning mist.

"This is Hogsmeade, the only pure wizarding settlement in all of Britain." Newt gives the wolf cub curled up in Dumbledore's arms a brief introduction to Hogsmeade.

Lovell has turned into a wolf cub .zip.

The illusion experience is just terrible!

Lovell felt like he had just been stuffed into a rubber tube, then squeezed into a pulp and pushed out.

Dumbledore scratched Lovell's skull with a loving face, "The first apparition is a little unaccustomed, just a few more times." ”

Lovell snorted.

"Don't, absolutely not!" It refuses to use phantom shifting - there's probably no way to teleport worse than phantom shifting, right?

"Speaking of which, what method did you use to escape that day?"

Lovell begins to activate the skill: Cute Mess Pass

Dumbledore was immune to the wolf cub's abilities, but Dumbledore chose not to dig deeper.

Everyone has their own secrets, and if every secret has to be investigated, then don't live this day.

At this time, Hogsmeade had not yet woken up, and the empty streets were empty, except for Newt and Dumbledore, who was holding Lovell in his arms.

Along the way, Lovell buried his head directly in the fluff on his chest, the unfamiliar environment made it a little panicked, but the smell of Hermione on the ribbon made it feel calm.

After walking like this for a few minutes, the two of them arrived at the gates of Hogwarts.

"Newt, how long have you been out of here?" Dumbledore looked at the ornate cast-iron door with emotion.

"Eighty years? But I've been back a few times along the way......" Newt also had a nostalgic look on his face.

The two old men are caught up in memories of the past.