Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 235 Returning ([-])
"Hermione, we need to talk, when we get home."

Mr. Granger fastened his seat belt, turned the key, and amidst the roar of the engine, looked at Hermione in the rear seat quietly through the rearview mirror, and said softly.

Hermione didn't reply, but just nodded, already vaguely knowing what her father was going to say to him in her heart.

As the parents of wizards, they are able to obtain some information about the wizarding world, just like the "Daily Prophet", which has appeared on the dining table of Granger's house every day since her school year.

Maybe Mr. Granger didn't know many people on it, but he knew at least one person.

That guy had lived at Granger's for almost a month.

All the way back home in silence, Hermione dragged the luggage from the trunk in silence, opened the door, put the luggage aside and sat on the sofa.After a while, Mr. Granger came in after parking the car, and sat side by side with Mrs. Granger on the coffee table in front of Hermione.

"Hermione, dear, Dad needs to know, is that bastard really like what the newspaper said?" Mr. Granger looked at Hermione with a serious expression, and Mrs. Granger next to him was clasping her hands nervously, rubbing Clothes with a neckline.

"I can't say, Dad." Hermione shook her head.

Mr. Granger frowned, remained silent for a long time, and asked again: "Is it because we can't know the answer?"

Hermione didn't respond, and looked directly at Mr. Granger, very clear and pure.Mr. Granger nodded slightly, and asked again: "Then Hermione, have you already made a decision? Regarding..."

"Yes." Before Mr. Granger could finish speaking, Hermione interrupted.She got up directly, picked up her luggage and walked to the stairs.He took a step and stopped again.

"I love you guys, you know that?"

"Yes, dear, we know." Mr. Granger tried to be calm, but Mrs. Granger had tears in her eyes.

Hermione smiled, turned her head away, ran up the stairs, and slammed the door shut.But Mrs. Granger downstairs couldn't bear it anymore, sobbing softly, tears quickly soaked the skirt on her knees.

Today's wizarding world is precarious, and the threat of the Dark Lord is lurking in the dark. No one knows what will happen tomorrow.But for Hermione, Harry, Ron, who have personally experienced the battle of the Department of Mysteries, the answer is obvious.

Darkness is coming, and everyone must prepare in advance.The timid seek to hide, but the righteous have awakened.

Forced or otherwise, they were prepared.

Neville, who followed the old Mrs. Longbottom to leave King's Cross Station, also came to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries after putting his luggage home as in previous years.

It was a habit, it had been since he was very young, and he spent far more time in St. Mungo's than in his own home.

He still keeps his head down, even though he is much taller than grandma now, he still looks like a child who hasn't grown up in front of her, this has almost been engraved in his bones.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Mrs. Longbottom naturally sat on the little chair she used to sit in, right between the two beds.On the left is her son, on the right is her daughter-in-law.

The son was still lying there sleeping with his eyes closed, but the daughter-in-law was sitting on the bed, and when she saw Neville coming in, she smiled happily, took something out of her pocket, stuffed it directly into Neville's hand, and then smiled with satisfaction.

It was very kind and warm, but Neville knew that her mind was still empty, and that action was only subconscious.

Spreading his hands, as expected, it was the candy paper, the one that hadn't changed in the past ten years.

Smiling and nodding, he spread out the candy wrapper, picked up the non-existent candy and stuffed it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes and gave a thumbs up, and then used magic to restore it when she was not paying attention, and let it return to her pocket.

At this time, Mrs. Longbottom, who was watching all this, nodded in satisfaction, as if admiring Neville's behavior.

Neville was used to it, he sat on the edge of his father's bed, leaned his elbows on his knees, and lowered his head naturally.

"I saw her." After a while, Neville said softly.The sound was very small, but it was enough to be heard clearly in this quiet ward.

"Her? Who?" Before Madam Longbottom could react, she heard Neville continue, "Bellatrix Lestrange, the one who caused me to be like this."

Mrs. Longbottom's dizzy old eyes narrowed suddenly, and then slowly opened again.She didn't speak, just listening to Neville talking to himself.

"In the Department of Mysteries, we were attacked by Death Eaters, and I saw her in there, exactly like the photo in the newspaper, just as crazy."

"They were chasing after us, and we were running ahead. The spells were flying around, and we never knew what spells would fall on us in the next second."

"I fought her, but not her match. I was knocked out by her, and she pointed her wand at me and tried to give me a Cruciatus Curse too."

"I can see it in her eyes, she will really do that."

Neville's head hung low, almost buried between his arms.At this moment, Mrs. Longbottom spoke.

"Then are you afraid? Are you backing down?"

"No!" Neville raised his head abruptly, even though there were some tears in his eyes, he didn't flinch and looked straight into Madam Longbottom's eyes, "I just... just regret it..."

"Regret? Regret what?"

"I regret why I don't have the strength like Hermione or Harry, why don't I work harder, so that I can defeat her and give it to my parents..."

"revenge?"

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Longbottom stood up abruptly, and slapped Neville across the face.

"Revenge? How could you have such a stupid idea!"

"But..." Before Neville finished speaking, Mrs. Longbottom said sharply, "Do you want to say that's what I asked of you since childhood?"

"madness!"

"It's not wrong, that woman is indeed the culprit that caused your parents to look like this, and there is nothing wrong with revenge, but this can't be the driving force for you to grow and become stronger!"

"Your parents, my son and daughter-in-law are because of justice! Justice... this should be your only motivation!"

Mrs. Longbottom looked down at Neville with a cold face but determination in her eyes.

"You will defeat that crazy woman, grab her tightly in Azkaban, and even kill her, but not because of revenge, just because she is evil, and you represent justice!"

"Justice?" Neville looked at Mrs. Longbottom in bewilderment, looking at those firm and tear-stained eyes, faintly seeming to understand something.

He nodded slightly, but didn't know what to say, and slowly lowered his head, and the ward became quiet.

Suddenly, Neville felt something stuffed into his hand.He raised his head blankly, but saw his mother smiling at him and pointing to his hand.

Looking down, it was the crumpled candy paper.

After a long silence, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.Pop that unnecessary candy into your mouth, smile and give a thumbs up.Tidy it up with magic, but never put the candy wrapper back in mother's pocket.

He took out a new candy from another pocket, opened it, and handed the candy to his mother, watching her take it in his mouth.

The candy was so sweet that my mother's eyes narrowed.

Silently watching her put the candy wrapper back into her pocket naturally, Neville finally turned to look at Mrs. Longbottom.

"I see, grandma..."

(End of this chapter)