A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 739 Extra Chapter: Haipu

Fred's plan failed, and someone else took the initiative to liven things up.

Of course, Warren himself was unaware of this, so he enthusiastically led the Grangers on a tour of the various rooms. "I remember the last time I came, the house was built on a cliff," Mr. Granger said with lingering fear.

"That was a mistake," Felix recalled. "There were many seabirds nesting there."

"I thought it was because the main entrance faced the cliff," Mr. Granger said. No, Felix thought. That was the essence of the design; he had deliberately placed two chairs by the entrance facing the sea. Unfortunately, cleaning up the bird droppings was a major problem. There were just too many uncivilized birds.

Mrs. Granger stared blankly at Warren's cradle, which contained Warren's various items: a little hat, a travel cloak, his personal wand, and a bedtime storybook.

"You're very well prepared," she said with a strange expression.

Hermione said enthusiastically, "There used to be a fish tank—" "With little fish?" Mr. Granger asked curiously. "Oh, uh," Hermione suddenly panicked, "You know the Lake Monster, right? It looks similar, just smaller..."

Mr. Granger muttered noncommittally, "I read in the newspaper that it's depressed and not adapting well to the environment."

"Maybe he's homesick. Norway is so far away from here," Felix smacked his lips.

"That makes sense," Mr. Granger said.

During their meal, Felix and Hermione showed the Grangers around many of the island's attractions, while the Grangers mentioned recent changes in London, noting, "Many people are waiting to watch the television broadcasts." "The same goes for the island. The stadium has been improved several times and can only hold a maximum of 500,000 people, and that's with magic involved. Therefore, some people can only watch one or two matches, but the carnival during the World Cup is truly wonderful..."

After the four of them, including Warren, had eaten and drunk their fill, they chatted lazily. Mr. Granger stood up from the dining table and went to the living room window.

"What is this?" Mr. Granger looked at the beautifully shaped narrow-necked bottle on the shelf with great interest. The bottom of the bottle was covered with a thin layer of fine sand. He felt that these silver particles must be mixed with some interesting magic, as if they could breathe.

"It's a memory," Hermione said as she walked over, picking up a grain of sand. The stopper unscrewed automatically, and the silvery sand slid down the neck of the narrow-necked bottle. Felix and Hermione's shadows flashed by.

"You went to sweep the graves?" Mr. Granger asked in surprise. He could vaguely see a tombstone, but he couldn't make out the words on it.

"Hmm," Hermione said softly, "to see... a very complicated person."

That was the secluded place Grindelwald had chosen for himself. One day, while Felix was studying time magic, he saw Grindelwald's final moments reflected in a mirror, and he and Hermione suggested they go and see it. The surrounding scenery was beautiful. The two erected a monument and then used magic to hide it.

When Hermione and Mr. Granger returned to the dining room, they brought back some desserts. Felix and Mrs. Granger were still chatting when Hermione sat down next to him. "What are you talking about?" Mrs. Granger immediately shut up. Felix took Hermione's hand and wrote words in her palm. Hermione tried to decipher them; the first letter was B, the second A, and when she was halfway through writing the third letter, her cheeks flushed.

"We're not in a rush to have children right now; it's not too late to have them when we're sixty," Felix said seriously.

The Grangers gasped in shock. Hermione glared at him. "Of course not until you're sixty."

“We can help take care of the children,” Mrs. Granger said hastily, a terrible voice still echoing in her head, “Sixty years old… sixty years old…” She quickly nudged her husband’s ribs with her elbow, and Mr. Granger said seriously, “Yes, since you’re usually quite busy…”

"Hermione and I had a serious discussion about this recently," Felix said.

"But there isn't even a single parenting book in the study," Mrs. Granger said.

"Actually, there is," Felix said, giving a wink. At that moment, Warren called out from the sofa, pulled a parenting book out of his pocket, took out a pair of glasses and put them on, pretending to read it.

The Grangers were dumbfounded.

"You two—are you planning to entrust your child to a Niffler to raise in the future?"

"...Wrong answer." Felix said seriously, "Varren is imitating. I don't know if you've realized, but Varren is about the size of a baby; Hermione sometimes practices with it, I've secretly seen it..." He fell silent. Hermione's fingers were already imbued with 'Buffalo Strength'.

"After-meal beverage!"

Felix snapped his fingers cheerfully, and four cocktails and a glass of juice appeared in the air. He pushed the juice with a straw towards Warren, then asked enthusiastically, "Anyone want some cherry or lemon slices?"

"I like cherries," Mr. Granger said, his attention diverted. "Could I have a little spoon to scoop them out?"

……

After settling the Grangers in, Felix and Hermione lay on the bed. The scene in the room changed the moment they fell down. They were lying on the grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, with a gentle breeze blowing at their feet.

"So tired."

"It's alright, everything is under control."

"Does that include 'The Baby Care Bible'?"

"Well, the common topic between us is you. The first time we officially met, we talked about your childhood and school days. The second time we met, we discussed the dental health of wizards and magical creatures. That one was the most effective... because I gave them a movable dragon head skull, and your father seemed to like it very much..."

"Yes, he loves it so much he wants to live in it every night," Hermione said with a smile, "though Mom isn't too happy about it."

"This teaches us a lesson: you can't have everything," Felix said with a straight face. Hermione was laughing so hard that her hair fell down. When she finished laughing and straightened her hair, she noticed that Felix was staring blankly at her earlobe.

"...Is it pretty?"

"It's as beautiful as the Book of Magic Runes."

Hermione blinked.

"Is it my spellbook, or yours?"

"Well..."

A leaf fell from the sky, and Felix caught it, turning it into a pair of earrings for Hermione to wear.

"...There's no need to compete now."

Hermione braced herself against Felix's chest with one hand, and dazzling magical symbols spread from her fingertips. Felix's loungewear transformed into a tuxedo. She pulled Felix up from the grass. "Want to dance, Professor?" she asked. The illusion shattered, and the two stood by the bed in the bedroom.

"This place is too small." The two disappeared from the room in the next second.

After a while, Valen trotted in with his short legs and stared blankly at the empty bedroom. Those two had run off again. Where did they go this time? A string of secret base names flashed through his mind: desert, rainforest, seabed, moon, inside a floating island… But it depended on what they wanted to do. If it was about fighting, archmages and wizards close to archmages had many options: desert, moon, and space.

Felix and Hermione's month on Mars wasn't all about stargazing or dry discussions of magic. As the only two wizards in the world to possess a book of spellbooks, one of whom was still on the verge of enlightenment, there was only one way to prove their magic: to unleash magic hundreds or thousands of times without reservation.

Warren sat fuming in the doorway, took out the parenting book, and started taking notes.

Hogwarts.

Hermione, dressed in a bright pale yellow evening gown, looked around with wide eyes, but Felix was nowhere to be seen. As she walked down the stairs, a "poof" sounded in the air, and a little dwarf floated in the air—it was Peeves. Hermione couldn't help but chuckle when she saw him.

In her view, Peeves seemed to have been forced to change his clothes, somewhat like the butler outfit that Dobby liked to wear. Peeves looked dejected, his evil black eyes trying to flash with sincere light, and he was holding an invitation in his hand.

"Beautiful lady, are you lost?" he recited his lines.

"Oh, um—" Hermione said cheerfully, "Yes."

Peeves muttered a curse under his breath, then immediately feigned surprise. "What a coincidence! There's a ball nearby, if you'd like—" His expression clearly expected Hermione to say no, but Hermione smiled and said, "Thank you, Peeves. Please lead the way."

Peeves skipped and hopped downstairs, with Hermione tugging at her skirt as she followed.

As they approached the Great Hall, the soft, melodious music began to drift in. Hermione took a deep breath and went inside. The hall was packed with people.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

"I don't know if I can accept this title," Dumbledore's memory said cheerfully. "I was listening to chamber music in Room Seven when Felix suddenly appeared and asked if I wanted to attend a ball."

Through that young face, Hermione seemed to see a wise, white-bearded old man, and she looked on with a nostalgic expression: "In any case, you gave me the most important guidance, which is an incredible treasure to me."

"Hmm?" Dumbledore's memory voiced a hint of curiosity.

"You told me that mastering magic is just as important as knowing yourself, and that I should follow my heart," Hermione said softly. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Where treasures are, there the heart is." "That's right." Hermione walked toward the center of the Great Hall, which was now completely transformed, with a golden dance floor extending to the feet of every guest from Room Seven, who stepped on the floor with curiosity.

Two ghosts floated through the air.

"I heard that preparations are underway for the 426th Quidditch World Cup."

"How enviable, I participated in the 322nd session..."

Felix and Hermione exchanged glances through the ghost's shadow. Felix extended a hand and led Hermione onto the dance floor. Hermione was somewhat dazed until the two danced gracefully together, at which point she understood the feeling of déjà vu—at the fourth-year warrior's ball, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, on Mars, and at their own wedding two years prior, each dance represented a step forward in their relationship.

"How long can we jump?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"About a thousand years," Felix said, "I think."

(End of this chapter)