Popular Web NovelsChapter 517 Why is there no parent-teacher conference at Hogwarts?Chapter 517 Why doesn't Hogwarts have a parent-teacher conference?
The most commonly planted plane trees in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city are plane trees. Loren initially thought these were French plane trees. Later, Hermione discovered that the plane trees were not plane trees and did not come from France. They were actually planted in the garden. It is a cultivated hybrid tree species, which is created from the cross between the American tung tree native to Eurasia and the American tung tree native to North America.
Summer is the lush time, and the green leaves on the treetops are so tender that they drip with water.
Crookshanks opened the car window and saw the green trees reflected in the cat's eyes, looking happy.
Compared to the castle of Hogwarts and the burrows outside the village, it is more suitable for such streets. With the blood of a cat, it can easily beat up stray cats nearby, and can walk on roads and bushes. Running around wantonly.
The car stopped in front of Granger's house. Bates let the two of them get out of the car early and parked the car in the garage. Loren and Hermione put away the box and knocked on the door empty-handed. Crookshanks followed wisely. , taking small steps, with an unobvious joy on Persimmon's face.
The door opened after just knocking. Wendell's figure appeared in front of them. His body shape and face were similar to a year ago. If there were any changes, it would probably be that there was less hair and the bald area was larger. Big.
"You're back?" Wendell opened his arms to his daughter, "I'm taller than when I left last year. What about the Christmas vacation..."
"There's something going on at school during the Christmas vacation." Hermione gave a perfunctory hug, changed her shoes and hurried inside, "Is mom in the kitchen? I have a lot to say to her..."
"..."
Looking at his daughter's back, Wendel sighed melancholy, and then looked at Loren who was smiling next to him, and he felt even more melancholy.
"Long time no see, Mr. Granger..." Loren nodded slightly with a bright smile, "Have you gone fishing recently, and how was your harvest?"
"..."
Monica counted the ingredients for the salad, squeezed the mayonnaise into a transparent glass bowl, and heard the sound of the door opening and closing, knowing that they were back. Before she could hear more sounds, her usually calm daughter hurried into the kitchen and stood behind her.
"I miss you so much, Mom..."
"I miss you too, wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon, tonight..."
Before she could introduce tonight's dishes, a pair of hands were wrapped around her waist, and two slender white His palms were folded on the apron in front of him, and his little head was pressed against his back, which was a bit awkward.
Monica was stunned for a moment, then she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled: "Why are you still acting like a child?"
"I am a child."
"Whose child falls in love?"
Hermione was shy for a few seconds, then rubbed her mother's soft and warm back. Her clothes hid the unique smell of cooking fumes from the kitchen, but she never got tired of it. She mumbled in a soft voice: "Falling is falling in love, I He will always be his mother's child..."
"I have no problem, but your father was a little unhappy after seeing the letter. Think about how to persuade him."
"No need to convince, wait. He accepted it as he got used to it."
"..."
Someone is going to be sad.
Monica shook her head and smiled brighter. Sumptuous dishes were quickly placed on the table. The warm yellow light shone on the cheese mashed potatoes and the browned meat steak. The knife and fork hit the clean white porcelain plate, making a crisp sound, and the smell of mushroom soup spread. , there is a warm smell in every breath.
Crookshanks huddled at Wendell's feet, with a few fresh fish in the food bowl and gnawed all over his face.
The ginger kitten ate contentedly, and Wendell also had a satisfied smile on his face. He put another piece of steak into the food bowl, and then raised his head and asked: "Hermione, this holiday is better than It was delayed by two weeks in previous years. Will the start of school be postponed? Loren, have you thought about where to go during the summer vacation? "
"The reason for the delay in the holiday is that the four schools jointly held a competition. It's the same as in previous years. In addition... we may not be able to travel long distances." Loren swallowed the carrot sticks in his mouth and said helplessly, "We are going to attend a professor's wedding in August, and there are some changes in the magic world. We have other things to do..."
"Accident? Is it serious? I remember that an incident happened last year in New York. You even asked us to leave the refuge and hide for almost a week..."
Bates looked at Loren, Then he turned to look at the increasingly solemn expressions of Wendell and Monica, frowned and asked, "Loren, Hermione, do wizards like you... often encounter changes? Judging from your experiences, the magical world There seem to be many terrorists, who carry out terrorist attacks all over the world every year..."
"It's not wrong to say they are terrorists..." Loren sighed, "A group of guys who call themselves Death Eaters, ten They were broken up a few years ago, and their leader has resurfaced recently. The magic world may not be stable for some time in the future..."
Bates frowned, magic and wizards were things he didn't understand at all. In familiar territory, Loren's words made him tangled. Wendell and Monica looked at each other, and the three of them had the same idea.
Let the children drop out of school and stay away from the turbulent and dangerous magical world. The family has the ability to send them to any normal middle school...
But soon, the entanglement between the three of them was broken by Loren: "But don't worry too much, they will be completely wiped out sooner or later, and our principal is the most powerful wizard today and can protect the students of Hogwarts. Hermione and I Min is also capable of protecting his own safety."
"Really, that's good..."
Bates nodded lightly and didn't say anything more. The Grangers took a look. His daughter's face suppressed the worry in her heart.
The long-awaited dinner returned to a warm and pleasant atmosphere.
...
[Dear Principal Dumbledore:...]
The pen scratched the plain white letter paper, leaving fragrant ink marks.
In the silence of Hampstead Garden late at night, on the wooden table next to the window in the study, Bates holds a precious fountain pen inlaid with gold wire. The glass window in front of him is open, and standing on the window edge is combing his feathers. The spectacled owl is Hanhan.
Bates pushed up the reading glasses on his face. The prescription was very low. The werewolf disease made his body function much better than the average old man. He only took it out to wear it because he was writing a letter today.
Glasses... The patterns on Hanhan's face really look like glasses...
"Hiss..."
Another word was spelled incorrectly. Bates crossed out the first word, flipped through the large dictionary, and started writing again.
It's really troublesome, why doesn't Hogwarts have a parent-teacher conference?
I didn't expect that the wizard would use such a primitive method to transmit messages. You know, when he was a young soldier, he could make phone calls on the battlefield. Even if there were no telephone lines, the transmission efficiency of telegraphs was higher than Write quickly.
I don't know how the owl finds the right place. What should I do if I encounter a cross-border letter? What should I do if I encounter a cross-ocean letter...
(End of this chapter)