The days at Hogwarts

Her cheeks felt slightly hot. "No, it's not. It's just that it's faster to eat this way."

Monica felt relieved when she heard that.

The episode was revealed, and Mr. Granger continued, "What plans do we have for today?"

Monica was still in shock and said quickly, "Let's go to the mall and buy some clothes for Hermione."

She wanted to carefully check whether her daughter, Hermione, had been distorted by the wrong aesthetics after studying in the mysterious wizard school for a year, and to see Hermione's mental health through buying clothes.

Wendell Granger nodded repeatedly, agreeing with his wife's suggestion.

It's just that his starting point is completely different from Monica's.

In the past, his daughter would have several new sets of clothes every quarter, but because she went to Hogwarts boarding school, with its closed management and school uniforms, when Hermione came back she was still wearing the clothes she bought before school started last year.

For a growing child, the cuffs, trouser legs and other inconspicuous places are already a little ill-fitting.

How can this work!

Wendell couldn't accept this situation. Dressing his lovely daughter in beautiful clothes has been his long-standing hobby for the past eleven years.

He even felt a little regretful that he didn't even think of buying some clothes for Hermione when his family went out to play during the Christmas holidays.

Just like that, before Hermione could say anything, the first day of her summer vacation was decided, and most of the day was spent in the mall.

Not only summer clothes, but also autumn and winter clothes. Skirts, short sleeves, shirts, jeans, sweaters, down jackets, all kinds of clothes are available.

Monica found that Hermione's aesthetic taste was normal and she didn't have any psychological problems, so she let her father Wendell play the dress-up game after nearly a year of holding it in.

Hermione felt helpless, very helpless.

She accepted the clothes shopping at first, until they were trying on sweaters and down jackets in the mall. Hermione tried to resist but was forcefully suppressed by her old father.

In the midsummer weather, a family of three was looking at sweaters and down jackets. The salesperson looked at them with an indescribable look, as if he thought they were an adoptive family, or that a child who had been lost for many years was finally found.

What’s even more strange is that there are actually businesses selling winter clothes in this kind of weather.

Large and small bags of clothes filled the trunk of Wendell's black sedan, and the family of three had to make several trips back and forth to move all the things.

It was still sunny outside, and Hermione couldn't use the levitation charm to make the clothes float into the house. Although the Ministry of Magic couldn't detect it, Hermione consciously abided by the Statute of Secrecy and didn't want others to notice any unusual signs.

Wendell Granger closed the door and muttered, "Next time we should go to the Italian restaurant on the Thames. The food here doesn't taste as good as before after the chef changed."

No one paid any attention to him.

Hermione and her mother sat on the sofa. Monica would occasionally pick up a hairpin and point it at Hermione's little head.

Hermione had dull eyes and let Monica mess with her hair.

She tried on all the clothes she bought today. She was tired, very tired.

"Is the food at the wizarding school good?" Wendell asked eagerly, sitting on the other side of Hermione.

"You already asked during the Christmas holidays. Wizards are really not like they are in TV shows. They don't need to eat live mice." Hermione said helplessly.

Her father was very curious about the wizarding world and was full of imagination, but the sources of his imagination were all kinds of surprising rumors and absurd stories.

"Maybe we should have dinner in the restaurant too," Monica suggested.

jingle!

The doorbell rings.

"Who is it?" Wendell's legs and feet were still a little sore and he didn't want to move at all.

jingle!

He was answered by another ring of the doorbell.

He looked at his wife and daughter standing beside him. They both looked busy and had no time to spare.

Wendell sighed heavily, "Here we go!"

He dragged his tired body to open the door.

"you are?"

Hermione heard her father's questioning voice coming from the door.

An old and powerful voice answered: "Hello, Mr. Granger, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You can call me Dumbledore."

Hermione's eyes widened and she ran to the door.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" she screamed.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at her.

Seeing the reactions of the two, Wendell knew that this was indeed the headmaster of his daughter's wizarding school, and he enthusiastically invited Dumbledore in. He looked left and right at Dumbledore's long white beard and white hair, and looked again and again.

Wendell didn't notice at all that there was a little tail following Dumbledore in.

"Loren!" Hermione's voice was filled with irrepressible joy.

She walked over to greet Loren, her eyes sparkling and her brows and mouth full of smiles.

For some reason, when Loren saw Hermione, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

The story begins this morning.

Early in the morning, Professor Sprout of Herbology locked the greenhouse and left the school with Madam Hooch of Flying. In the morning, Professor Flitwick and a group of faculty members also left.

There were only a few people left in the entire castle, and it was difficult to prepare lunch for the house-elves.

Dumbledore also wanted to return to Godric's Hollow, but it was not easy to leave Loren in school. After consulting Loren, Dumbledore brought Loren to the Granger family.

Loren was nonchalant at first, thinking that Hermione had invited him to be her guest, so he was just going along. But he followed Dumbledore empty-handed and was dragged inside by Hermione. To be honest, he started to get nervous when the time came.

Several people sat down on the sofa, Hermione, Loren and Dumbledore on one side and Mr. and Mrs. Granger on the other.

This was the second time Loren had met the Grangers. The first time he had met them he had thought they were just ordinary looking people whose Caucasian looks he couldn't even tell if they were in a crowd.

I don’t know if it’s because of the filter after getting to know Hermione, but the impression I got this time is completely different.

Mr. Granger is a blond, slightly bald, tall and thin man, very enthusiastic. Mrs. Granger is also thin and tall, with a neat temperament.

No matter how Loren looked at them, he couldn't see how they looked like Hermione. He thought it might be because they studied medicine. People who study medicine are tortured and always age faster.

Hermione tugged at Loren's clothes, looking proud, "This is the Loren I mentioned before. He is my good friend."

"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, nice to meet you." Loren nodded a little stiffly.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I am Miss Granger's headmaster. You can call me Dumbledore."

Being suddenly visited by the headmaster of the wizarding school was like being visited by the bishop of the church in their minds. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were a little confused and at a loss as to what to do.

"Hello, Headmaster," Monica was the first to respond, "I'm Hermione's mother, Monica Granger. This is Hermione's father, Wendell Granger. What's the matter with you suddenly looking for us?"

Wendell also came back to his senses, greeted Dumbledore with a smile, and got up to get some drinks from the refrigerator.

Normally they would make tea to entertain guests, but since it was summer, chilled drinks would be more thirst-quenching.

Opening the refrigerator door, he was faced with the milk, soda, orange juice, and coffee in the refrigerator and had a difficult time making a choice.

There was also Coke. As a family of dentists, the Grangers were not very accepting of acidic drinks like Coke. But after hearing from the young patients in the clinic that no child disliked this drink, they bought some to welcome Hermione back from summer vacation.

What should the little wizard drink?

Wendell subconsciously thought that Loren, who followed the old wizard, was a pure-blood little wizard who was isolated from the world and had never been in contact with Muggle society.

Children all like to drink Coke, so what should the principal of a wizard school drink?

He turned his head slightly, looked at Dumbledore, took a small basket and took two bottles of Coke and three bottles of soda water, all in glass bottles.

The soda water was for the three of them to drink, and the Coke was prepared for the two little wizards, one old and one young.

There was no reason, but Wendell thought it was in line with the wizard's eccentric temperament.

Modern carbonated drinks and mysterious old wizards sound like a perfect match.

Dumbledore was answering Monica's question. "My student has no one to take care of him for some special reasons. I heard that Miss Granger invited him to visit during the summer vacation. I would like to ask you to take care of him for a while."

Wendell naturally put the Coke in front of Dumbledore and Loren.

When Wendell and Monica heard this, they subconsciously imagined a big drama in their minds, a backward society, and their relatives were gone. Their eyes softened.

Oh, poor kid.

This is related to Loren's charming appearance now. After the blood mole on his forehead disappeared, he still had a pale face and rosy lips. For Mary, it might be evil and charming, but for a child like Loren, it became exquisite.

It makes people feel good about it, and the Grangers will naturally love such a child.

Monica looked at Loren lovingly, "Poor child, Hermione told us about you. You helped Hermione a lot at school. Thanks to you, Hermione was able to integrate into the school."

Wendell continued, "Even if you stay at our house for the entire summer, that's fine."

Loren always felt that something was wrong with them, but he couldn't put his finger on it. They were so enthusiastic that Loren could only think that he was not used to it.

He nodded and smiled shyly at the Grangers.

The Grangers felt even more sorry for him.

Both of them are highly educated and have to see patients at work. They are quite familiar with the ways of the world and know that they should not touch the scars of people who have suffered tragic experiences.

"Don't worry, we will treat Loren well."

Monica promised and quickly changed the subject, obviously not wanting to embarrass Loren. She looked at Dumbledore, "How is Hermione doing in school?"

Dumbledore focused on the bottle of black liquid in front of him and smiled when he heard this: "If you ask me, Miss Granger is the most outstanding freshman this year."

Hermione was very shy. She whispered, "Just call me Hermione, Headmaster Dumbledore."

One of her little hands tugged at the corner of Loren's clothes, pulling and twisting it, and she felt that the joy in her heart was about to overflow.

I couldn't find any official information about the names of the Grangers (neither the encyclopedia nor Pottermore), but it was not good to keep calling them Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger, so I asked ChatGPT, and then searched with the answer. I was able to find some results, but none of them clearly stated the source. I just used them like this, and the verification process was not rigorous. If you have official information, please kick me hard with your boots.

Chapter 124 Granger House

When Mr. and Mrs. Granger heard this, they felt very proud and their conversation with Dumbledore became more lively.

Mr. Granger was so curious about the magical world that he apparently forgot to open the bottle cap and put in the straw. Mrs. Granger didn't notice it either.

Dumbledore was itching to try it, but he had to maintain his duties and posture as a headmaster, mainly because he was not familiar with how to drink this Muggle drink.

Loren saw Dumbledore glancing at the Coke from time to time and couldn't help laughing.

He tapped the table lightly with his wand, and the caps on the five glass bottles popped open with a "pop" sound, and then under the effect of Transfiguration, they turned into straws and were inserted into the glass bottles.

The Grangers looked at Loren in surprise, and Wendell's eyes were shining with curiosity.

Loren raised his head and smiled shyly, "I'm a little thirsty."

He picked up the glass bottle and took a sip of the Coke, letting out a contented sigh.

"How convenient." Wendell exclaimed.

Dumbledore saw the demonstration and happily followed suit, taking a sip.

Carbonated drinks are much more stimulating than fermented sparkling wine. Densely packed small bubbles fill the mouth, and the icy sweet taste slides all the way into the stomach.

Delicious!

The old wizard narrowed his eyes and silently added the drink to his shopping list.

"Your life is equally desirable." Dumbledore said this sincerely.

The adults chatted for a while, mostly asking about Hermione's situation at school. Dumbledore praised her generously, making Mr. and Mrs. Granger unable to stop smiling.

The only regret is that Wendell's curiosity was not fully satisfied. Whenever Wendell wanted to ask some strange questions, Monica would always interrupt him in time.

Dumbledore finished his Coke and soon said goodbye.

"I wish you a happy summer vacation!" Dumbledore stood up and winked at Loren and Hermione, and looked at the Coke packaging several times, as if he wanted to remember it firmly in his mind.

Then, with the Grangers' farewell, he left the cottage.

Loren knew without a doubt that after Dumbledore left, he must have gone to the Muggle store to buy some Coke.

He was a little nervous at first, being left alone at Granger's house, but now he relaxed after being interrupted by Dumbledore.

The Grangers also seem to be kind and easy-going people, and they should be easy to get along with.

Monica looked at the two children, thinking that people of the same age should be able to communicate better, and she made a plan.

"Wendell, drive me to buy some groceries, and we'll cook a big dinner tonight to entertain our little guests." She said loudly so that the two children inside could hear.

Wendell looked at her strangely. The nearest supermarket was not far away, so why did she have to drive?