A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts: Fanwai Haipu

Fred's plan failed, and someone else was invigorating the atmosphere.

Of course, Varen didn't know it himself, so he enthusiastically led the Grangers around the rooms. "I remember the house was built on a cliff the last time I was here," Mr. Granger said thoughtfully.

“That was a mistake,” recalls Felix, “there were a lot of seabirds nesting there.”

"I thought it was because the main entrance faced the cliff." Mr. Granger said. No, Felix thought to himself, that was the essence of the design. He purposely placed two chairs at the door, facing the sea, but it was a pity that cleaning up bird droppings was a big problem. There are too many immoral birds.

Mrs. Granger stared blankly at Warren's cradle bed, which contained all kinds of Warren's equipment, small hat, activity cloak, exclusive magic wand, and bedtime story books.

"I'm really well prepared." She said with a strange expression.

Hermione said positively: "There was a fish tank before—" "Little fish?" Mr. Granger asked curiously. "Oh, uh," Hermione was flustered suddenly, "You know the Selma Lake Monster, right? It looks about the same, but a little smaller..."

Mr. Granger muttered noncommittally, "I read from the newspaper that it was depressed and not acclimatized."

"Maybe I'm homesick, Norway is far away." Felix smacked his lips.

"Makes sense," said Mr. Granger.

During the meal, Felix and Hermione introduced many scenic spots on the island to the Grangers, and the Grangers mentioned the recent changes in London, "Many people are waiting to watch the TV broadcast." "Island The same is true in the world. The competition venue has been improved several times, and it can only hold half a million people at most, and there is still magic involved. Therefore, some people can only watch one or two games, but the carnival during the World Cup is really good..."

The four of them, plus Warren, were full of food and drink, chatting lazily. Mr. Granger stood up from the dining table and came to the window of the living room.

"What is this?" Mr. Granger looked at the beautiful narrow-mouth bottle on the shelf with great interest. There was a shallow layer of fine sand on the bottom of the bottle. He felt that there must be something interesting mixed with these silver particles. Magically, they seem to breathe.

"It's memory." Hermione walked over and said, holding up a grain of fine sand, the cork unscrewed automatically, the silver sand slipped down the neck of the bottle, Felix and Hermione's shadows flashed by.

"Did you go to sweep the grave?" Mr. Granger asked in surprise, he vaguely saw a tombstone, but couldn't read the writing on the monument.

"Yeah." Hermione said softly, "to meet a... a very complicated person."

It was the seclusion place Grindelwald chose for himself. One day when Felix was studying time magic, he saw the picture of Grindelwald's last period in the mirror, so he and Hermione suggested to go and have a look. The surrounding scenery is pleasant. The two erected a monument, and then concealed the monument with magic.

When Hermione and Mr. Granger returned to the dining room, they brought back some desserts by the way. At this time, Felix and Mrs. Granger were still chatting, and Hermione sat down next to him. "What are you talking about?" Mrs. Granger immediately shut up. Felix took Hermione's hand and wrote in the palm of her hand. Hermione struggled to make out, the first letter was B, the second was A, and halfway through the third, her cheeks turned red.

"We're not in a hurry about the child right now, it's not too late to be born again at the age of sixty." Felix said solemnly.

The Grangers gasped in shock. Hermione glared at him, "Of course I won't wait until I'm sixty."

"We can help take care of the children." Mrs. Granger said hastily. There was still a terrible voice in her head echoing 'sixty years old...sixty years old...' She quickly poked her elbow Husband's rib, Mr. Granger said seriously: "Yeah, since you are usually busy..."

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

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

"Actually, there are." Felix said, winking. At this moment, Varen yelled on the sofa, took out a copy of "The Book of Parenting" from his pocket, and took out a pair of glasses to give Put it on by yourself and look through it pretendingly.

The Grangers were dumbfounded.

"You——are you going to give the child to a snuffer in the future?"

"...The answer is wrong." Felix said seriously: "Varen is imitating, I don't know if you have realized that Varen's body is about the size of a baby; Hermione sometimes uses it to practice, I I saw it secretly..." He fell silent. Hermione's fingers had already taken on 'Bison Power'.

"After-dinner drink!"

Felix snapped his fingers happily, and four glasses of cocktails and a glass of juice immediately appeared in the air. He pushed the juice with a straw to Varen, and then asked enthusiastically, "Do you want to add cherries or lemon slices?" Is it?"

"I like cherries." Mr. Granger was drawn away, "Can I have a small spoon to eat?"

…

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

"I'm so tired."

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

"Also include "Parenting Book"?"

"Well, the common topic between me and them is you. We talked about your childhood and schooling in the first official meeting, and the second meeting revolved around the dental health of wizards and magical animals. This time the effect is the best... because I gave a pair of moving dragon skulls, your father seems to like it very much..."

"Yeah, he can't put it down, he can't wait to live in it at night," Hermione said with a smile, "although Mom is not very happy."

"This tells us a truth, every gain is bound to be a loss." Felix said with a straight face. Hermione laughed so hard that her hair fell down, and when she had laughed enough to put it back together, she found Felix staring blankly at her earlobe.

"...does it look good?"

"It's as beautiful as the book of runes."

Hermione blinked.

"Is it my rune book, or yours?"

"Well..."

A fallen leaf fell from the air, and Felix reached out to catch it, turning it into a pair of earrings for Hermione to wear.

"...There is no need to compare now."

Hermione supported Felix's chest with one hand, and the gorgeous rune symbols spread across her fingertips. Felix's home clothes turned into a tuxedo, and she pulled Felix from the grass Get up, "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 next second, the two disappeared into the room.

After a while, Varen walked in with short legs, staring at the empty bedroom in a daze. These two guys ran off again, where did they go this time? A string of names of secret bases flashed across the desert, rainforest, seabed, moon, inside the floating island... But it depends on what they want to do. If it is a fight, there are many options for archmages and wizards close to the level of archmages. The desert, the moon, and space will do.

The month that Felix and Hermione spent on Mars wasn't all about looking at the stars or discussing magic dryly. As the only wizards in the world who hold the Book of Runes, one of them is still on the threshold of enlightenment , there is only one way to prove magic: to cast magic hundreds of times without reservation.

Warren sat at the door angrily, took out the parenting book, and began to take notes.

Hogwarts.

Hermione was wearing a bright goose-yellow evening dress, looking around with wide eyes, but Felix was gone. As she walked down the stairs, there was a "poof" in the air, and a dwarf was floating in the air. It was Peeves, and Hermione couldn't help laughing when she saw him.

It seemed to her that Peeves had been forced to change clothes, a bit like the butler dress Dobby liked to wear. Peeves looked dejected, his evil black eyes trying to shine with sincerity, holding a an invitation.

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

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

Peves cursed under his breath, and immediately pretended to be surprised, "What a coincidence, there's a dance nearby, if you'd like—" Seeing his expression, he was obviously expecting Hermione to say no, but Hermione smiled and said, "Thank you, Peeves, for helping me lead the way."

Peves hopped down the stairs, and Hermione pulled her skirt to keep up.

As the auditorium approached, melodious music appeared faintly. Hermione took a deep breath and walked in. It was full of people.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione called out in surprise.

"I don't know if I can accept that title," Dumbledore's memory said happily, "I was listening to chamber music in room number seven when Felix suddenly appeared and asked me if I wanted to go to a dance. "

Through that young face, Hermione seemed to see an old man with a white beard who was full of wisdom. Incredible treasure."

"Huh?" Dumbledore's memory tone was slightly curious~IndoMTL.com~ You told me that controlling magic power is as important as recognizing yourself, and you also told me to follow my heart. whispered Hermione, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "Where the treasure is, there is the heart." ""That's right. "Hermione walked towards the center of the auditorium, which has a new look now, and the golden dance floor extends to the feet of every guest from classroom seven, who stepped on the floor with curiosity.

Two ghosts float through the air.

"I heard that the 426th Quidditch World Cup is being prepared outside."

"It's really enviable, I participated in the 322nd session..."

Felix and Hermione looked at each other through the shadow of the ghost. Felix stretched out a hand and led Hermione to slide onto the dance floor. Hermione was a little dazed, and she didn't understand the feeling of déjà vu until the two of them were dancing on the dance floor—at the fourth-year warrior ball, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, on Mars, and two years ago. At their wedding, every dance represents a further step in their relationship.

"How long can we dance?" Hermione asked quietly.

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