Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 461: Miss Granger’s guilt

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The Heathgart Road that crosses Mead Street is a street full of green. This side street is not wide, and to be honest, it is a bit short—the kind that can be reached in a few steps.

This is a slightly compact but beautiful residential area.

The houses here are mostly small three-story houses with red bricks and brown tiles. Residents spontaneously lined up with white lattice windows, adding a bit of fun to the greenery here.

Standing on the street and looking to the north, you can see the gate of St. Jude’s Church with a cone-shaped spire, directly facing you, seeming to be always ready to welcome devout believers to confession and repentance. .

At this time, the sun has set, and there are not so many street lights on this street, so that it looks a little dim. Hermione dragged the suitcase and walked gently, her eyes wandering quietly around the houses on both sides of the road.

This Christmas holiday, she was planning to spend the Burrow or Black House—she even sent letters to her home. But under Maca's inadvertent persuasion, after thinking about it, she chose to go home.

The Granger's house is the fifth house on the left at the crossroad. Before she could take a few more steps, Hermione had already come to the first door of her long-lost house.

The light is still on in the window. Presumably the Grangers are enjoying this deserted dinner that is also not accompanied by a daughter, right?

They are very forgiving parents, and there is no doubt that they love their daughter deeply. Of course Hermione knew about this, and she loved them very much.

However, after Maca's inadvertent reminder, she is now standing in front of the house, and the feelings that come from family affection seem to become more and more profound.

Hermione is a very assertive girl, like this since she was a child. Parents usually won't object to what she wants to do, because the Grangers feel that their daughter is the best and should give her enough trust and encouragement.

Like this time, even if Hermione said that she would spend Christmas in her magical world, the Grangers did not mention any objection in their reply.

But now, when Hermione quietly looked at the orange fireplace fire through the window, she could finally truly feel how heavy the love contained in that trust.

All normal parents hope to watch their children grow up every day. Even if they can choose to release their children for the sake of their deep love, they will still silently expect that the children will return someday in a corner called "home".

Hermione standing at the door twitched her red nose, and blinked.

"...this weather." She murmured softly.

Just as she rallied and was about to reach out to ring the doorbell, she heard a faint sound of dialogue coming from the room. She hesitated for a moment with her outstretched hand, and then stopped in mid-air.

"...Honey, put the Christmas tree away! Didn't Minnie 2's letter say that I won't be back this Christmas?" Mrs. Granger said.

"Oh, let it stay there! Just take it for me to make up for Christmas," Mr. Granger paused. "When my father was too busy when I was young, my mother had to fool me with the branches of the tree... …"

"Stop talking about your old things, they have been said so many times, I have already remembered it!" Mrs. Granger's voice sounded a little unhappy, but it was only a little while later. After a while, she added, "Then put the Christmas tree there first! Come and help me pack the presents together, and we have to let the owl send it to Minnie!"

"Of course, of course, here comes!" Mr. Granger continued, "But to be honest, the owl is so smart, it's really hard to imagine--"

"They can understand Minnie's words," Mrs. Granger explained to her husband. "Minnie and I mentioned it...but they don't seem to be able to understand what we mean. It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Mr. Granger agreed, "It's amazing, and... our daughter is amazing, she can command those clever owls!"

At this point, Mrs. Granger seemed to hesitate, and the conversation in the room paused for a moment.

"...My dear, I think we should agree with her?" Mrs. Granger said regretfully, "Minnie is so great, she should be able to heal her front teeth with her method instead of our insistence. Wire frame?"

"But we are dentists, aren't we?" Mr. Granger said, "We know very well that it's just because the front teeth are a bit long and skewed. The appliance is the safest choice."

"Oh... well, I have to admit that braces really make me feel more at ease..." Mrs. Granger followed, "It sounds too dangerous to use magic in your mouth..."

"Yes!" Mr. Granger said, and sighed slightly, "I don't know how Minnie is, I really want to take a good look at her!"

"Do you think I don't want it?" Mrs. Granger said, "But, don't sigh, the Minnie we are proud of, can take care of herself... As long as she is happy, we are parents, whatever... …"

"Oh—"

Hermione standing outside couldn't listen anymore, because she felt it was too cold outside—the cold made her nose sore.

"Ding Dong——"

The clear sound of the doorbell interrupted the Grangers' casual chat. They probably wondered a little, and soon the door was opened by Mr. Granger.

"Dad!" Hermione released the drag handle of the suitcase and hugged her father.

"Oh! Minnie?" Mr. Granger said in surprise, "Why are you back? The letter didn't say--"

"Dad, I...I thought about it, and I came back." Hermione's head was buried in his father's slightly thin chest, and the thick cotton nightgown couldn't completely hide his ribs." I miss you, Dad—Mom—"

"Oh, we miss you too--" Mr. Granger's face was full of the unstoppable smile, "Come in! It's so cold outside... but it's freezing?"

In the surprised eyes of the Grangers, Hermione came to her living room. The white furniture and white walls show that this place has never changed.

Mr. Granger, who snatched his daughter’s luggage, went upstairs with a suitcase, while Mrs. Granger hurriedly took her daughter to sit in front of the fireplace and poured her a cup of hot chocolate to keep her warm Body.

"Have you had dinner? Haven't you? Don't worry, the fruit cake is already ready at home..." Mrs. Granger hurriedly said, "I've been thinking whether our Xiaomin Come back suddenly! Who knows, I really hope to come back!"

"Oh...Mom." Hermione felt as if she couldn't speak anymore.

In fact, her parents loved her very much before she went to school at Hogwarts. It has always been a habit to prepare all kinds of delicious food for her before the arrival of various festivals.

But somehow, although the feeling now has not changed the slightest from before, she has an inexplicable move in her heart.

"Mom, I...I..."

"What's the matter? My dear?" When Mrs. Granger heard her daughter's voice was wrong, she rushed out of the kitchen and held Hermione's shoulder worriedly, "What's the matter? What happened at school Are there any unpleasant things? It's okay, there are father and mother, we—"

"No, it's not like that. The school is very good, I just..." Hermione pursed her lips and said softly, "Mom, I want to spend Christmas in someone else's house, not in my own house..." I'm so stupid!"

Obviously, Hermione felt extremely guilty about her previous decision.

"Oh...anywhere, dear." Mrs. Granger said with her daughter half-hugging. "As long as you are happy, you can do it anywhere..."

"No, no..." Hermione shook her head and said, "I understand now. If Mom and Dad are happy, I will be really happy..."

"Oh-our Minnie family has really grown up!" Mr. Granger, who just got down from the upstairs after unloading his luggage, said to IndoMTL.com~ by Mrs. Granger, who was holding Hermione tightly. He nodded, and said in agreement: "Didn't you say it? I am almost as tall as me... This is really happy!"

"And as beautiful as you." Mr. Granger deliberately asked.

He seems to want to adjust the atmosphere, so that his daughter will not go to the horns about this matter again. He knows his daughter too well, sometimes he always becomes very stubborn, and then he keeps thinking about it.

However, he didn't seem to be able to divert the subject this time.

"Really, I couldn't even think of—" Hermione hugged Mrs. Granger and said softly, "Any family needs the company of their children at Christmas. Otherwise, mom and dad will lose their decor. The meaning of the Christmas tree..."

"Oh, dear... did you hear it outside just now?" Mrs. Granger said.

"I heard a little bit..." Hermione muttered, "but I didn't say this—that was what Maca told me. It seems that he was right...he was always right. Of."

"Is it a boy?" Mr. Granger's thinking jumped to a tight string. "Last time we were in that...well, Diagon Alley? That's right, see you there. The kid who lived?"

"Oh-don't get me wrong!" Hermione hurriedly said, "He and I...just friends...at least...now..."

"God!" Mr. Granger said in a shock, "My dear, our Minnie has grown up!"

Hermione opened her mouth. She instinctively wanted to deny, but she didn't seem to want to deny it. After Wei Wei hesitated for a moment, she still shook her head.

"No!" Hermione said, "At least not yet...but...I won't let him run away! Definitely!" For mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.