"We just went to see - death!" Owen said bluntly.

"What?"

"Death!" Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

She rushed forward and looked at Owen carefully.

Then reach out and touch here, bang there.

Make sure he is not injured.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course, dear." Owen said, "We've — oh— wait—I just recorded a video and can show you." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch.

Hermione wondered.

However, she was hit by Owen's sudden rhetoric and suddenly relaxed.

As for Harry—he was stunned at first.

Then when he saw Owen take out the golden pocket watch that he was very familiar with, he immediately showed a terrifying expression.

Then—he subconsciously reached out and was ready to grab it.

It's a pity that this can't match Owen's speed.

He had been preparing for a long time.

One sideways dodged Harry's hungry tiger pounce.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione looked at Harry, who was slightly embarrassed, in bewilderment.

"Him?" Owen raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "The society is dead." ”

Then, in front of Hermione, he shook the pocket watch in his hand.

As clever as Hermione, she immediately guessed that Owen might have the image of Harry's troubles in his possession.

Boys—that's enough.

Miss Granger shook her head, a smile finally forming on her lips.

She wasn't going to watch the footage, though.

"Most of the little wizards are going home." She said.

"Harry, aren't you going to get ready? The train is about to depart. ”

"Huh? I haven't eaten lunch yet. Owen said angrily.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Miss Granger hadn't boarded the train at this time, and was waiting for him here, hinting at him anything other than saying hello?

"Christmas together?" He took Hermione's hand, "What if. . Convenient words. ”

After all, it's Christmas! On the day of the reunion, she should stay with her family.

I should have discussed it with Hermione sooner.

Now—it's about to leave school.

At this time, Hermione should have already made a decision with her family.

If I speak again, I'm afraid it's too late.

But to his surprise, Hermione first glared at him, and then her expression became unnatural.

Some are fragmented.

It took about three or four seconds for her to become honest.

"No, what do you think I'm waiting for?"

"I received a letter a few days ago." She said intermittently. His eyes didn't dare to fall directly on Owen, but glanced elsewhere.

"Whose letter is it?" Owen asked, wait—"Is it?" Grandmother? Wouldn't she's so obsessed? ”

Hearing the man, Miss Granger blushed and nodded.

"It's really her." Owen put the pocket watch back in his pocket.

This surprised him a little.

This was the third time his grandmother had told him to take Hermione home for Christmas.

One was this morning's letter.

The second time was just at the headquarters of the Federation.

Now, Hermione even said that she had received a letter from her grandmother a few days ago.

Does she like Hermione so much?

It shouldn't be!

With confusion and Hermione's embarrassment.

The three of them returned to the auditorium side by side.

It's past lunch, but the elves will be happy to prepare a stove for them.

After a while, several plates appeared on the long table in the auditorium.

Owen sat with Hermione and Harry eating and talking.

Harry recounted what had happened after Dumbledore had taken them.

This soon attracted Ron and Twin Ginny, who were heading from the staircase to Hogsmeade Station at the foot of the mountain.

They sat in their chairs with Hermione, listening to Harry's stories of the Misty Vision.

"Aren't you in a hurry to catch the train?" Halfway through listening, Hermione noticed that there seemed to be less than a few minutes left before the start of the car.

Then she hurriedly reminded.

"I don't need to!" George waved his hand.

"We can apparition home." Fred said.

Hearing this, Hermione remembered that the twins were already in seventh grade.

They've already taken Hogwarts' Transfiguration class and earned their certificates.

"Wow! It's so profound—the world after death. Ron listened, "Harry, I'm sure few people have ever had such a wonderful adventure. ”

"Who said that?" Owen looked up, "Everyone goes through it, it's just that you can't come back." ”

"Oh! That's right. Then I still hope it arrives later! I haven't played it yet. By the way—" Ron looked at Owen, "you're going home this year, aren't you, Paris?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Percy told me to go to Paris for Christmas and said Bill looking for me. I don't need to send a letter home when I meet it. ”

"Where's Harry?" Ron looked at Harry again.

"Do you have any plans for Christmas?"

"I don't know?" Harry shook his head, he had planned to spend the holidays with Sirius, but this year he didn't seem to be able to make it back, and then he was going to go to the Weasley's house and the Burrow for the holidays - and now he heard that Ron wasn't going back.

It was a little hard for him to open his mouth - he wasn't going to spend Christmas at Dursley's!

"If you don't know, go to my house." Owen spoke.

Then, two figures suddenly appeared at the door of the Great Hall, and he held out his hand to signal them to come.

It was Neville and Luna.

Neville had promised to transfer his parents to the hospital, but now that his parents should have arrived in Paris, he was going to go back to the hospital, because of the patient's business, and took him with him.

As for Luna, she will follow

""Singing and Singing" is going to expand the market to France." Luna was holding a thick stack of magazines, all of which were their family's "Singing Contradictions".

Wearing a blue cotton hat and two rabbit ears on top of her head, she sat very cutely on Owen's side.

"My dad spends Christmas in Paris. Neville said you were going back to Paris for Christmas? ”

"No problem, I'll take you." Owen took a big sip of a bowl of hot soup, and then agreed very boldly.

What he didn't notice was Miss Granger's face changing slightly.

But soon, with a sigh, she drove out the worries in her heart.

This kind of worry is uncontrollable, and even she will inexplicably have a taste of the mood.

On the other hand, Owen noticed that Harry Potter had already introduced the first half of his journey in Fantasyland, but he didn't honestly reveal the key points after that.

To help him.

Owen quietly took out the pocket watch again, and then pressed the playback button, this time the picture did not appear, because he did not open the pocket watch, but the sound came out three-dimensional and loud.

"You're going to meet Anubis."

First, Owen's own voice came out.

Harry was like a frightened bird.

A vigilant gaze burst out immediately.

The next second, a familiar voice rang out, it was his.

"I stole Dudley's chocolates, I"

The voice coming from the pocket watch was so clear that it even caught the faint tremor of the person who spoke.

The little wizards around them were stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted.

The voice—wasn't it Harry?

He is.

"Harry Potter repents affectionately." Owen stifled a wicked smile and winked hard at the other little wizards.

Soon, the other young wizards seated, including Ron Hermione, reacted.

Ron was the first to live in Bengbu.

He opened his mouth and let out a loud, prolonged laugh.

Good brother is like that - you're going to have to go up and taunt you when you're deflated.

And the others, the twins laughed even more.

They stretched out their hands to Harry's neck and said, "I didn't realize you were a little villain since you were a child!"

Haha – it suits us perfectly. ”

The twins' laughter caused Harry's face to turn red.

He felt like he couldn't stay at Hogwarts anymore.

He already had the idea of changing countries and schools.

"Shut up, you two."

At this moment, beside Hermione, Ginny glared at her two brothers with some annoyance, her eyes staring at Harry, and then quickly said, "I don't think there's anything funny about this. ”

"The Dursleys were so bad to Harry, but he remembered all the small injuries he had done to himself, and repented at the end - although I don't think there was anything to repent of, I think that is called honesty, and even more good."

"yes, that's what I thought, too." Hermione spoke up, supporting Hermione.

Then he turned his head and looked at Owen with scrutinizing eyes, "I wonder what you'll confess in the end?" ”

"Me?" Owen, who was stuffing meatloaf into his mouth, was stunned for a moment, hey? Why did the fire suddenly come to him.

His head spun quickly, and he immediately thought of a countermeasure, "Well, I'll repent, I love you more today than tomorrow"

Owen almost blurted it out.

The little wizards around were stunned when they heard this.

Wow – oh!

What a brilliant answer!

And Hermione blushed even more.

She glared at Owen, then lowered her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, looking a little shy and a little sweet.

But not everyone was focused on Hermione and Owen.

Ginny kept staring at Harry.

And Harry—after Ginny spoke up, his eyes fell on her.

When Owen said that, he could clearly sense a flash of anticipation, or regret, in Ginny's eyes.

In short, he seemed to notice for the first time that the girl in front of him had already grown into a beautiful girl.

Flaming red hair, slightly curved brown eyes, and fair skin.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that Ginny's skin seemed to be whiter than most of the girls in school.

In short—the inexplicable eyes of the two began to draw.

On the other side, a house elf suddenly appeared behind Owen.

It reached out its long, dry hand and tugged at the corner of Owen's coat, and when he turned his head in notice, the elf asked if he needed a meal.

Because there are so many people here.

"No need." Owen replied, and was about to turn his head, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and continued to the elf, "Help me bring a message to Lucius, and say—um—need to be contacted, and he'll understand—the location is, well—near Hagrid's hut, as soon as possible!" ”

"Yes, sir." The elf answered, and then disappeared in place.

"Lucius?" Hermione looked at her suspiciously, she had planned to bring up house-elf rights and the like again, but after hearing what Owen said, she reversed her words, "Isn't that Draco's father?" ”

"yes!"

"How do you still have contact with him?" Ron leaned over and helped Hermione ask the same question on her mind. "They're all Death Eaters!"

"yes!" Owen said.

"Hey—Death Eater!" Ron raised his voice and said, "You and Malfoy were only in business before, and I thought you had cut ties with the mysterious man after his resurrection. ”

"Be quiet—" Owen said, raising an eyebrow, "Are you afraid that others won't hear?" ”

He sat up straight, took a sip of the black tea beside him, and moistened his throat before saying, "How many years have the Malfoys been entrenched in England?"

What do you think their trick to survive is? ”

"Isn't it inflammatory? See the wind and rudder? Ron opened up with a taunt, not even a pause.

"That's right!" Owen nodded seriously, "So it's destined that they won't put the treasure on one person." ”

"What do you mean?" Harry was also attracted by Owen's words, and quickly cut off Ginny's gaze.

"Meaning, there's a possibility that he's going to be our inside — of course, I mean maybe — you don't have to trust him, you can't trust all the information he's given, but you can let him pass on a word.

Judging from the current situation, Voldemort is engaged in a secret infiltration plan in the wizarding world. We must integrate all the useful wizards, and as for the future judgment of pure-blood families like Malfoy, we can only talk about it after the war. ”

Harry pursed his lips and asked him to work with the Malfoys, which was worse than killing him, but it was undeniable that Owen had a point.

Others, even the Weasleys, who were often at odds with the Malfoys, couldn't argue with Owen.

The reality is like this, and the grievances between them can only be put at the end.

The heavy topic suddenly quieted the audience.

Everyone took a break from the joy just now.

Owen didn't care, he continued to eat, and turned his head to see Hermione staring at him.

"By the way, if you don't come home for Christmas, what will your parents say?"

Hermione's eyes flickered, and she spoke, "Tell them the truth, I told them that a classmate invited me to his house for Christmas.

Ms. Rozier seems to have sent a letter to my parents, and they agreed very decisively. ”

"Huh?" Owen was really a little surprised now, his grandmother's letter to Hermione was already a little beyond his expectations, and she also sent a letter to her parents to explain the situation?

When did Miss Granger become her baby bump?

So obsessed?

"My parents also knew that I would be working in the field of magic and drifting away from the other world, so they were very supportive of me fitting in, and they didn't want me to be an alien in the other world." Hermione explained, her words filled with firmness and determination.

"They really know what is right!" Owen said mildly that few parents are so supportive of their children.

Hermione was almost going to cut off the Muggle world. Of course, this did not mean that she would not go to the Muggle world in the future, but rather a way of life and a parting of ways.

As parents, this means that they have lost a daughter in a social sense.

This is rare.

Justin, for example, did not intend to let their son completely out of the Muggle world, opting for limited integration.

The last one to be so supportive of his own child - Owen suddenly looked at Harry.

Or his mom - Lily Evans's parents, Harry's grandparents.

"For Christmas, my parents are going to the United States." Hermione added, "One less of me saves me a lot of trouble. ”

She said calmly.

It's not that Hermione has any conflict with his parents, it's just that it's too much trouble for a wizard to enter.

Coupled with her reputation outside, as long as she is slightly exposed, she will attract a large group of wizards to come over at that time.

She can't drive away, she must be uncomfortable playing, it's not as comfortable as her parents have been to the world of two.

"Traveling again?" Owen remembered that Hermione's family was not a wealthy family.

Where did the money come from to travel abroad for half a month every few months?

Hermione saw the confusion in Owen's eyes, and quickly explained, "Didn't I get a lot of medals? ”

"In addition to the medals, there is a lot of money, it's all Muggle money, and I can't use it, so I'll give it all to my parents."

Owen nodded after hearing this, so it was.

Then he couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, it's still a daughter." Then he looked sharply at Ron, and the twins. Look at this brother, his conscience was eaten by a dog, and he never knew how to get some money home. ”

"Hey—you're totally slandering, okay!" Twins shook their cloaks, "We are still in the development stage of the industry. ”

"Alchemy inventions require capital!" George Road.

"The money I make now can only be barely used for day-to-day operations." Fred said.

"And we sent a sum of money home." George said again.

"So please cut us out when you humiliate Ron." Gemini chorus.

"Really?" Owen expressed serious doubts.

This three guys.

He still knows how much money the twins have made in more than a year, after all, he has dividends and can be reversed.

As of today, their total profit is around six thousand Galleons.

This is a huge amount of money, and Mr. Arthur, the head of the Ministry of Magic, earns only about seven hundred Galleons a year.

Obviously, the Twins are already one of the richest young wizards at Hogwarts.

If they don't have the money to invest all their money in R&D, they must want to open a branch – Hogsmeade doesn't have as many visitors as London's Diagon Alley, let alone Paris's hidden gems.

Six thousand Galleons were used to open up the market - a more reasonable explanation.

Maybe it won't be long before Weasley's alchemy workshops will blossom all over Europe?

Who knows-

Later, Owen teased the twins again.

When the time is almost up, and you have eaten and drunk enough.

He's finally ready to get down to business.

"Huh? Where are you going, Owen? Hermione asked.

"Hagrid's hut, of course, what did I just tell the elves?" He replied, and ran out of the castle.

"How can that be?" Hermione was skeptical about the speed of the elf's message, but she quickly got up and chased after Owen.

The others - the twins didn't follow.

The two of them seemed to notice Harry's gaze constantly wandering over his sister at the long table.

Immediately became interested, and kept teasing him with words.

Luna and Ginny were talking.

It was about a conversation between girls, and Ginny's whole cheeks were red.

Neville seemed a little worried, probably worried about his parents, and the uncertainty of the future made him a little scared.

On the other side, Owen and Hermione weren't walking fast.

They snuggled up to each other, one foot deep and the other shallow on the snow-covered ridges.

At this time, the sky is hazy.

The clouds are thick.

There was light snow in the sky.

This is a typical winter weather in Scotland.

It's extremely rare to see such endless heavy snow as last year's.

Both were wearing hats, and Owen was wearing gloves on his hands, which Hermione had just given him as Christmas presents.

Compared to last year, this year's knitting level of her sweater has greatly improved, the wool is very fine and perfectly blocks the cold, and she can even weave some complex patterns on gloves and hats.

If it's not a spell - it must have consulted a master.

Although knitting is a traditional skill of the British, regardless of gender, young and old, he has never noticed who in the castle is good at knitting.

Hannah is not bad, he saw Hannah knitting sweaters last year.

Luna would also be very good in the future, she has her own jewelry all over her body, and with such skills, she can knit sweaters even more easily.

Still, Owen thought Hermione should have learned from Ginny. Although he didn't know if Ginny could knit sweaters, Mrs. Weasley was a master of sweaters, and she probably would.

He couldn't help but hold Hermione's hand tighter.

Warmth doesn't just come with gloves and hats.

It's the one he is holding, the fiery heart.

After walking for a while, crossing a ridge, Hagrid's hut was getting closer and closer, but not far away, a tall figure caught the attention of the two.

It's Hagrid.

He was dragging a stout, fairly good fir tree towards them.

As they approached, he greeted the two happily, "Merry Christmas!" ”

"Merry Christmas, Hagrid." Hermione said, "You're—"

"Oh!" Hagrid smiled heartily, "This is this year's Christmas tree, the biggest and best one, to be placed in front of the guest of honor." I spent the whole morning finding it in the Forbidden Forest. ”

"To celebrate your victory, that wretched woman has finally left Hogwarts, and oh—I'll finally be able to relax for a few days." ”

Both Hermione and Owen knew who the woman Hagrid was talking about.

That, of course, was Umbridge.

But

Hermione glanced at Hagrid with some pity, he must have been in the Forbidden Forest all morning, so Professor McGonagall didn't notify him.

"That Hagrid." She cautiously said, "This Christmas, the school is not going to hold an evening party. Everyone has to go home. ”

(End of chapter)