Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 384: Forgetting

The rare holiday has officially begun.

"Hermione, tell me, where are we going to travel this holiday?" Mrs. Granger was sitting on an old-fashioned brown sofa, peeling an apple with a fruit knife and asking her daughter about her vacation plan.

An empty silver plate is placed in front of her coffee table.

"I've been to France before. How about going to Italy this time?" Mrs. Granger gave her own suggestion and gently put a sliced ​​apple on the plate.

Hermione's family conditions are quite good in the entire Muggle society.

Whether it is social status or economic situation.

Because her parents are both dentists, this is quite a decent job in European and American countries.

The cost of traveling once a year during the vacation is not a problem at all.

"Hermione?"

"Hermione?" Mrs. Granger put the uncut apple and knife back on the plate, amplified her voice, and called out her daughter's name again.

Hermione seemed to be frightened. She raised her head abruptly and looked at her mother.

"Why have you been absent for the past two days?" Mrs. Granger frowned, staring at her daughter and said.

"Are you worried about the exam?" Mr. Granger put the newspaper in his hand on the brown-red coffee table beside him.

"It's kind of." Hermione's mouth pulled out a smile, but it seemed a little reluctant anyway,

"It's okay, our Hermione is laborious and smart, I know." Mr. Granger said with a smile.

"Even if the performance is really abnormal, I believe it is not a big problem."

The abnormal performance of Xueba is completely different from that of Xueba.

The couple remember that their daughter was extremely demanding of herself.

In similar preschool classes before going to Hogwarts, I often blame myself.

I often cried secretly for a long time because I didn’t get full marks or high marks on quizzes.

As for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry now, it is rare to come back several times a year.

They can’t care about it at school.

"No, I did well on the exam." Hermione dropped her head slightly, pulled a few strands of broken hair behind her ear, and took a deep breath, concealing something.

"Will she fall in love?"

Looking at Hermione's head buried again, Mrs. Granger picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, pushed it back into her husband's hand, and erected it.

Mr. Granger frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Did you say that Hermione is in love?" He said in a very low voice in her husband's ear.

"I don't know." Mr. Granger shook his head.

"I can't help her if I know it."

"Stop discussing this, I believe she has a sense of measure."

The discussion was fruitless.

"I should go cooking now."

"What do you want to eat today? Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked briskly.

"I'm not picky eaters, mother." Hermione said sadly.

"Okay." Mrs. Granger smiled and went to prepare dinner.

Hermione looked at her mother's busy back, and her father used the newspaper to cover her face again.

Only then did her eyes turn red slightly.

Taking a deep breath, clenching his fists.

The luggage I brought back was almost an empty box. It looked heavy, but I didn't actually bring anything back.

Since we are going back to school soon, why is it necessary to bring your luggage?

Naturally, Hermione would not worry about Animagus's problems. She knew that her parents would certainly allow it, and they didn't understand what it meant.

They have always supported learning.

In front of the old-fashioned TV set, the officially dressed female announcer broadcasted the news with a slightly serious tone: "A few days ago, stray dogs have bitten dozens of citizens. The London police have been dispatched, please Citizens travel cautiously and call the police in time if there is information about stray dogs from unknown sources."

What does this mean?

There is no such a strong deterrent for stray dogs.

The answer seems obvious.

The werewolf.

There are many uncontrolled werewolves starting to attack Muggles.

It's just that there are some wizards who are responsible for tampering with memories to keep order as much as possible.

Recall that they were attacked on the Hogwarts Express not too long ago, and soon there will be no peace.

And Hermione also made a difficult decision.

The current Hermione secretly took out her wand and pointed it directly in front of her first.

Her lips fluttered, and a white light quietly passed through the newspaper and hit her father

There was no sound,

Mr. Granger fell asleep directly on the soft sofa.

He never dreamed that his daughter would use magic to attack him.

"Italy? Italy? It should be suitable." Hermione opened the map manual and glanced at the map, her wand trembling slightly.

As for her mother, Hermione stood behind her back when the magic was in effect, held her up, hooked her shoulders, and dragged her onto the sofa.

The couple leaned together and fell on the sofa, and Hermione cast the Forgetting Curse.

Exclude them from all memories of yourself.

The current Grangers are the DINK family.

In order to avoid the strangeness of the people around, when asked, traveling is a good solution. It is impossible for Hermione to cast the Forgetting Curse on her neighbors.

Hermione stared at her home blankly, looking at the slightly old mahogany chairs, the slightly broken glass coffee table, and the walls that are no longer white and slightly yellowish. , All in all, all in all, the arrangement that is too familiar to be familiar.

It soon began to change.

Because the magic started to work.

The family photo of the three people on the desk became that of the couple, and Hermione who was standing in the middle disappeared.

The clothes she used to wear in the closet, the award she won...

Everything related to her has been erased.

Hermione didn't want to do this either, but she knew that Voldemort hated Muggles in particular, and he would despise everyone of mixed blood, let alone her blood.

She didn't feel inferior because of this, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Voldemort was extremely hostile. .

You must not involve your parents.

Hermione thought so.

Standing out of the hallway at home, Hermione stood up with a large suitcase behind her, then she squatted down, tied her shoelaces, and stood up slowly.

The breathing gradually became more rhythmic. After about a few minutes, she looked at the blue, rusty iron door, as if she had made some determination, opened the door and stepped out, leaving without looking back.

Every minute and every second, she was afraid that she would regret, she would release the magic, and confess to her parents that nothing happened.

But she can't be so selfish.

She must work hard to restrain her desire to talk.

If it's something else, it's normal to talk to your parents.

But now, they can't help at all.

Hermione didn't want them to worry too much.

She quickly came to the nearest street, stood still under a dim street lamp, then raised her wand and began to wait.

Only two minutes later, with a loud bang, a three-storey, bright purple bus stopped in front of her, and its windshield was written "Knight Public The words "car".

"I'm going to the Broken Cauldron Bar." Hermione said.

"Eleven silver Xico..." What else did the conductor want to say.

"I only take the car. Okay, I'm going to bed, don't disturb me."

"The little witch who quarreled with her family and ran away from home?" the conductor teased.

Hermione didn't reply, sobbed, her red eyes stared at the car window glass blankly, and she didn't start sleeping as she said.

"Okay." The young man shrugged helplessly, drew a brand new towel from behind, and handed it over.

"I didn't ask for a disposable towel." Hermione said.

"No money, ma'am." The man shrugged, and the fan ears shook.

Comforting and comforting people who are frustrated during the journey is worthwhile in Stan Sampark's view-even if it might be worth it.

In the end, Hermione did not take the towel, but pretended not to hear it, looking at the alternate scenery outside the window, feeling the twisted and sometimes slower pace of the car.

About ten minutes later, Hermione had already boarded the Cavalier bus and left for four stops~IndoMTL.com~The Grangers woke up from the sofa at home and woke up and looked at each other. Glanced.

"Why did I fall asleep?" Mr. Granger said confusedly while lying on the sofa.

"By the way, where did we say we are going to travel?"

"France or Italy?"

"I remember we went to France." Mrs. Granger said.

The same dialogue is staged again, and it can be seen that the couple are keen to travel.

"Forget it, I'll discuss it later, I'm going to cook now." Mrs. Granger smiled and turned to the kitchen.

"Huh? Why are the dishes hot?"

Mrs. Granger turned on the microwave, feeling a little strange.

At the same time, vaguely, I feel that I have forgotten some important memories.