Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 120 119. Mr. and Mrs. Granger's Thoughts and the Impetuous Weasley
Hermione rushed back into the house almost faster than when she came out just now, and Harry was welcomed into the living room after greeting Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

The living room is very spacious and has a very large floor-to-ceiling window right next to the backyard garden. While ensuring sufficient light in the living room, it also allows people sitting in the living room to directly see the natural scenery in the backyard.

The overall decoration tone is mainly cool colors, and the pattern of the carpet under your feet is not dazzling. There is also a traditional British fireplace in the corner of the living room, but it looks like it has not been used for a long time, and the interior is painted snow-white.

At first glance, it seemed low-key enough, but the detailed designs and various decorations on display were enough to show how wealthy the Granger family was. However, compared to these trivial matters, what Harry cared more about was their garden - an earth elemental was walking there.

"That's... Dot?" Harry raised his eyebrows slightly.

Every apprentice who established a connection with the elements gave their earth element a name out of the same love, and Hermione's was called Diandian.

"Yes," Mr. Granger said excitedly as soon as he sat down, "We have heard from Hermione about some of the things that happened in the school, and the elemental magic that you taught her that only you know."

"To be honest, this is indeed a little too unbelievable. I am not questioning you, Harry, but you did go to school with Hermione and you have never been exposed to magic before." Mrs. Granger smiled and added: "You know? This even reminds me of Pythagoras."

"Pythagoras?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, according to legend, Pythagoras' wisdom came from divine inspiration. Some even say that he could communicate with gods," Mr. Granger said seriously. "He had an amazing talent since he was a child. He could deduce mathematical laws just by observing the vibrations of the strings. No one could truly be his teacher."

In Western society, this is already a very high level of compliment, equivalent to saying that a person is born with wisdom - almost to the level of a rare philosopher.

"Oh, that's really an exaggeration. I mean your praise for me." Harry waved his hands and said, "Although I can't explain it in detail, I know all this because someone taught me. It can't be said that I have amazing talent."

That's what Harry said, but Mr. and Mrs. Granger didn't believe it - the reason was simple. They had heard from Hermione countless times what kind of life Harry Potter had led in the past.

To be honest, my ears are almost callused from it, I can recite it by heart.

So where would someone come from to teach a child who grew up in such a difficult environment these magical knowledge that no one else knows? If such a person really existed, he would definitely not let Harry continue to live with his aunt's family and suffer bullying.

So it must be a natural talent!

The Grangers have solved the case.

Especially Mrs. Granger, the more she looked at Harry, the more satisfied she was - how could she not understand her daughter's thoughts? Perhaps only Hermione herself would think that she hid it very well and no one else knew.

It would be fine if Harry was mediocre, the Grangers would just think that their daughter was still young and would naturally change her goals when she grew up, and they would not do anything unnecessary, but -

Harry is indeed extraordinary. He speaks in a graceful and elegant manner after entering the room. Although he masters the unique magic of the entire wizarding world, he does not show any arrogance. Instead, he is very humble and has a calmness that does not belong to his age. He also has his own opinions on many issues during the conversation.

As the founder of a new type of unique magic, unless anything unexpected happens, Harry will be an important figure in the wizarding world in the future, not to mention that he is already very famous now - the Grangers do not understand magic, nor do they understand wizarding society, but they understand monopoly.

As for the issue of the child being still young...children will always grow up, right?

So now all we have to do is maintain this connection. If Hermione changes her mind in the future, that's up to her, but if not, the connection that the two children deepen when they are young will be of great help.

For a social elite family like the Grangers, this kind of thing is not shameful, but rather a good thing - their daughter has fallen in love with a very outstanding child.

Even if the child doesn't seem to have such intentions at the moment, they are still young after all, and there is still a long time in the future... Of course, the Grangers will not force Hermione to do anything she doesn't want to do. Everything is up to Hermione's wishes.

Harry didn't know what the Grangers were thinking. To be honest, in his eyes, he felt that Mr. Granger was quite resentful of him because of the hug Hermione gave him at the door just now. Harry was not a fool. He could naturally see Hermione's, uh, little thoughts towards him?
But in Harry's opinion, Hermione was still too young after all, and that feeling was probably due to the fact that he rescued her from the troll and Voldemort in the corridor last year. It was not true love.

Seriously, can children of this age really understand what love is? Can they really understand what it means to love someone and get married, and what they have to bear?

Too immature.

In Harry's opinion, as she grows older, or after graduating from Hogwarts and entering the wizarding world and coming into contact with more people and encountering more things, Hermione will have enough mind to love someone and start a family with the person she loves.

As for now...why not study magic properly?
Have you finished learning the magic of the wizarding world? Have you finished learning the spells of the shaman?
Learning never ends, kid.

If Hermione still wanted to become Minister of Magic and improve the status of Squibs in the future, then she would have to become even more powerful and better.

"Dad! Mom! What are you talking about!!" Hermione rushed out of the kitchen in a hurry with a plate of cut fruits. She was afraid that her parents would say something strange in front of Harry.

Well, then when she came out, she heard Harry discussing with his father whether the philosopher king had any reference value for real society - both of them came to a rather pessimistic conclusion.

"Just chatting, Hermione," Harry said with a smile, "When is your appointment with Ron and the others?"

"It should be soon," Hermione looked up at the clock and said, "I wonder how they will arrive - by the way, Harry, how did you get here? I was listening for the sound of the car, but nothing happened."

"Apparate" Under Hermione's suddenly wide eyes, Harry said calmly: "Let's wait until Ron and the others arrive before discussing this matter. I have to introduce someone to you."

"...Oh, okay." There was no way, Hermione could only suppress her curiosity.

Suddenly, the sound of a blazing flame attracted everyone's attention. Harry and his companions turned around and saw a blazing flame suddenly rising from the fireplace in the corner of the living room.

There was no firewood there, and the flame just burned out of nowhere - a green flame.

To be honest, Harry couldn't help but feel his heart tighten when he saw the green flame. In his subjective time, the last time he faced green flame was more than a year ago, not long ago. It was the fel flame from the demons of the Burning Legion.

This color is really unlucky.

Fortunately, to Harry's relief, the person who jumped out of the green flame was not an imp or a demon like the Dreadlord Eredar Pit Lord, but his friend Ron.

"Ron?!" Hermione stammered, "How could you - I mean - isn't that my fireplace?!"

"Um, Hermione, Harry, long time no see," Ron also greeted them a little nervously because he saw the Grangers, "and, um, hello uncle and aunt, I hope I didn't offend you."

"Of course not, kid, what is this?" Not only was Mr. Granger not offended, he also burst into great interest. He quickly walked around the sofa and approached the fireplace, carefully looking at the green flame, "This is also a way for wizards to travel - Oh! God!!"

Halfway through his words, Mr. Granger suddenly leaned back. What a great waist! It was hard to imagine that a middle-aged man could have such agile body flexibility. He was simply frightened.

A head suddenly emerged from the green flame. The person had short red hair that looked a little messy. At this moment, he was excitedly sticking his head out to peek at the scenery outside the fireplace - it was just like sticking his head out from behind the bars of a prison.

"Hey! Hello!" Next to the red-haired man's head, another arm emerged from the green flames. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Nice to meet you, I'm Arthur Weasley, Ron's father."

"Uh, it's okay." Mr. Granger was a little braver and stretched out his arm to hold the red-haired man's hand that seemed to come out of thin air, and shook it up and down. "Nice to meet you too, I'm Wendell Granger, Hermione's father."

Apart from Mr. Weasley's surprising appearance, the first meeting between the two was quite pleasant.

"You scared them, Dad," Ron complained speechlessly, "I said this method is not reliable at all. You might as well drive me here."

"Ha, don't think I don't know that your focus is on my car, Ron." Mr. Weasley raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Don't even think about it!"

"So, what exactly happened to my fireplace?" Mr. Granger couldn't help asking. He was particularly curious about the changes that took place in his fireplace.

"Oh, I asked my friend to temporarily connect your fireplace to the Floo network, so Ron can visit directly via Floo. Come to think of it, I haven't said hello to you yet." Mr. Weasley finally remembered the few people who were still around. "You must be Harry, right? Nice to meet you, remember to come and visit later. Um, this should be Hermione. Hello, and hello to you too, Mrs. Granger."

It can be seen that Mr. Weasley's mind was not actually on greeting people. Even when he was talking to a few people, his eyes were constantly looking at the interior of the Muggle house opposite the fireplace, especially the electrical appliances - Mr. Weasley looked like his eyes were shining.

How to say excited, excited.

"How about... Mr. Weasley, you come too?" Harry couldn't help but complain: "Ron mentioned it to us many times. He said that you like Muggle things very much."

"Really? Can I really?" Mr. Weasley straightened up and said excitedly, "Well done, Ron. Ahem, I mean - I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to do it next time."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, but I still have some things to deal with. Well, if you don't mind, I would like to invite everyone to my house later, especially you, Harry. Ginny keeps talking about you - ah! I have to go! I really have to go! Goodbye!"

Mr. Weasley spoke very fast, as if someone was chasing him with a knife. The most important thing was that every word he spoke was quite clear, so that people could hear it clearly.

It's really hot and fiery.

The head and arms floating in the green flames suddenly disappeared without a trace, along with the huge green flames. For a moment, only a wisp of white ash could be seen falling in the empty fireplace of the Granger family, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion of several people.

"I dare say it was definitely mom who pinched him from behind just now." At this speechless moment, Ron put down the gift he brought with him as a guest and said slowly: "But I think it might also be Ginny...well, you know, Harry, my sister."

"I understand." Harry nodded and said, "Like you said, Mr. Weasley really likes Muggle items."

"Ah, that's true. He's still working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, and Mum is always afraid that he'll be reported or something... Let's not talk about that." Ron shook his head slightly. He looked at Granger's parents nervously, "Uh, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," Mr. Granger said cheerfully. He looked eagerly at the gift Ron placed on the table and asked directly, "Can I open it and have a look?"

Very good, Harry finally figured it out. If Mr. Weasley was particularly curious about Muggle items, then Mr. Granger was particularly curious about magical items - even if it was just something related to the magical world.

"Of course," Ron scratched his head and said, "It's not a particularly rare thing, actually. It's a moonflower. Mum thought Muggles would be more interested in it."

Ron, just tell the truth.

Harry felt that if Mrs. Weasley knew that her son actually shared his thoughts when visiting other people's homes... Ron would probably be in trouble.

Fortunately, Mr. Granger was not the kind of person who cared about such trivial matters - rather, this gift was very much to his liking.

"No, no, no, this is already very interesting, I like it very much." Mr. Granger had already opened the gift and was rubbing his hands excitedly.

It is worth mentioning that in the UK, it is normal and common to give flowers as gifts when visiting someone's home - but generally speaking, people bring one or a bouquet of flowers. It is quite rare to bring a pot of flowers like Ron did.

In the flowerpot in front of Mr. Granger was growing a bunch of coiled vines, and on the vines was a huge flower bud. If you only looked at the outermost petals, it was almost six centimeters long. The petals were like jade, and the transparent white color was stained with a layer of light blue.

Near the roots, there are several heart-shaped dark green leaves, and the surface is covered with a layer of delicate silver.

The most important thing is that even though the flower has not bloomed yet, Mr. Granger has already seen dots of fluorescence around the buds. They are faint, but clear enough to be seen. And, he can also smell a sweet fragrance.

"Is this the moonflower?" Mr. Granger looked at the bud carefully. "How do I take care of it? Uh, like any special fertilizer? Is it about to bloom?"

"It has actually bloomed," Harry explained, "but the moonflower only blooms at night, so you can't see it during the day."

"That's right," Hermione also came over and said, "When the moon rises, the moonflower will slowly bloom. It is said that it will emit a soft silver light, just like moonlight. Well, the book says that it seems to be able to absorb moonlight, which can enhance related magic or be used to make potions."

"That's great," Mrs. Granger said with a smile, "but we can only keep it in the bedroom, otherwise if guests come to visit, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to explain."

"Then you have to be careful that the light is too bright and you can't sleep." Ron shrugged and said, "Mom said that this kind of flower is easy to take care of. Just water it casually."

Harry...well, he was already half tempted to cover Ron's mouth for Mrs. Weasley.

Mr. Granger excitedly carried the pot of flowers to the upstairs bedroom. He planned to find a suitable location for the moonflower and leave room for the vines to climb.

The few people didn't have to wait too long. An old lady in a dark green robe quickly rang the doorbell and brought Neville in. She was very formal. After greeting several people and agreeing on a time to pick up Neville, the old lady rejected their invitations and Apparated away.

Almost a month after the holiday began, several friends finally got together again. Normally, adults would not participate in such social and entertainment parties among children, but... this is a wizard party...

Seeing Mr. Granger's eager look, this man clearly hadn't said anything yet, but it seemed as if he had said everything.

After thinking for a while, Harry picked up his suitcase, opened the buckles on both sides and lifted it up, revealing a hole with no bottom to it.

"What do you mean? Everyone just go in?"

(End of this chapter)