I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 274 Vanity Fair, Ian in jersey

This was not what her roommates said at all. She didn't know if it was normal for her and Ian to be like this, but how could she have the nerve to ask anyone about this kind of thing.

Hermione was lying on the bed without the slightest hint of sleep. The scene from last night was still playing in her mind, every frame and every second, and she laughed silently from time to time.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a slight noise in the corridor downstairs. It wasn’t loud, but it was especially obvious in the quiet morning.

"Mom and dad are getting up!"

Hermione glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside. It was 7:30 in the morning, and she decided to get up early today. After all, Hogwarts would start in less than a week.

……

After half an hour.

Mr. Granger, who was sitting in the living room, picked up the newspaper in his hand. On the front page was a slightly stout middle-aged man with a bold title, 'Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge will honor members of the Order of Merlin in the banquet hall. Honors and awards were given. '

He knew that the Merlin Order of Merlin was a magical version of the Nobel Prize. It was an absolute T0 ceiling level. The medal was divided into three levels. The first-class medal had the highest gold content, but it had not been awarded for 12 years. The second-class medal was awarded to those who had served for People who have made special contributions to the magical world are also valuable.

As for the Merlin Order of Merlin, Third Class, it is more of a symbolic symbol. As long as you are somewhat famous and know how to work hard, you can almost get it.

Having subscribed to the Daily Prophet for two years, Mr. Granger has already become familiar with the basic common sense of the wizarding world.

But today's report made him extremely excited. He saw a familiar name in the honors list: Ian Titus.

After reading it again to make sure that he was not hallucinating, Mr. Granger happily walked into the kitchen with the newspaper.

"Dear, do you know what I saw? It's unbelievable. Ian's name is in this year's list of the Order of Merlin in England, and he was awarded the Second Class Medal."

Hearing her husband's voice, Mrs. Granger turned around helplessly: "If you haven't woken up, you can go and lie down on the sofa for a while. The earliest appointment this morning is at 10 o'clock, so we don't need to go too early."

"It's true, look!"

Facing the clear printed words in the Daily Prophet, she finally believed that all this was not her husband's hallucination.

"It turned out to be true..."

"Shall I wake them up?" Mr. Granger was a little excited.

Mrs. Granger hesitated for a moment, but still refused: "Forget it, in half an hour, Ian should go downstairs."

Although she already recognized Ian in her heart, for now, he was still a guest, and due respect was essential, so she tried to avoid these meaningless interruptions.

With Mrs. Granger's careful preparation, English breakfasts were served to the table.

8:00am.

Ian appeared on the stairs to the second floor on time, and with him was Hermione after washing up.

The moment Mr. Granger saw the two of them, he couldn't wait to speak, while shaking the Daily Prophet in his hand, "Ian! Second-class Medal of Sir Merlin!"

Hermione took the newspaper, glanced at it briefly, and put it aside.

"Dad, you don't need to be so exaggerated. This was news before the summer vacation. Other countries had already reported it, so we were the only ones who delayed it until the awards ceremony, and only mentioned the local winners in England." Ian was at this time He also said to Mr. Granger: "It's just a Vanity Fair transaction. Now this medal has long lost its former glory. There are too many things in it and it has become no longer pure."

He knew the origins of this medal very well. It was nothing more than Fudge's reciprocity. He used the Peter Pettigrew incident to help Fudge stabilize his power, and Fudge helped him apply for the medal from the International Federation of Wizards.

It was originally a third-class medal at most, but then he had a fight with Voldemort in Hogsmeade, so Fudge changed his strategy and directly applied for a second-class medal. The same people in the Federation were not stupid either. Everyone understood it tacitly and went along with the flow. Made a favor together.

"Um... I didn't expect it to be like this over there." Mr. Granger became a little listless.

He didn't expect that not only England's House of Commons could play these shady power deals, but the Ministry of Magic would also be so skilled at it.

"This is normal." Ian shrugged and said somewhat nonchalantly: "Wizards are also human beings. Wherever there are people, there will be Vanity Fair. This is inevitable."

"The awarding time is the day after tomorrow. Ian, will you go? They should have sent you an invitation letter." Mr. Granger asked curiously.

"Invitation letter? It should be the letter from yesterday." Hermione suddenly stood up and walked quickly to the living room. The letter with the official seal of the Ministry of Magic left a deep impression on her.

After observing his words, Ian knew what Mr. Granger was thinking, and then said: "Anyway, school hasn't started the day after tomorrow. I will go with Hermione then. Each honoree can bring 5 family members. Do you want to come?" "

Although he wanted to accept the invitation, Mr. Granger asked cautiously: "Can Muggles also go?"

"Of course, these five places are at my discretion."

Faced with Ian's affirmative reply, Mr. Granger readily agreed.

……

Two days passed in a flash.

Today is the day when the Ministry of Magic confer honors, and Ian also put on the long dress tailor-made by Madam Malkin, with a dark black body embellished with lavender embroidery, and a silver pattern on the neckline.

Two years later, he put on this stylish jersey again. The solemnity of the dark black, the mystery of the silver, and the coquettishness of the purple paint were perfectly combined.

Compared to two years ago, he is at least 15 centimeters taller. Coupled with the Phoenix affinity after soul awakening, this is not the effect of one plus one greater than two, it is almost 2.

One of the most intuitive manifestations is that Hermione at this moment, even if they were intimately together day and night, after he put on his dress, fixed his hair and walked out of the room, the girl's eyes were fixed on her, without looking anywhere else.

In fact, not only Hermione, but Mrs. Granger was also in a daze. For the first time, she had an idea: her daughter was not worthy!
But fortunately, she is also an adult who has experienced storms. After being stunned for a while, she quickly recovered.

Glancing at her husband who was standing beside him mumbling something, he knew what he was mumbling without even thinking about it. He rolled his eyes angrily at the other party: "If you're going to a banquet, just attend it well. What are you standing there mumbling about? You're the one who made the fuss. .”

"My dear, don't you think Ian's dress today is a bit too grand? He shouldn't be like this, like a peacock in full bloom. He is still in love with Hermione."

Now that you think about falling in love with your daughter?Who was always putting on a long face at home?Mrs. Granger looked at her husband amusedly at this moment, wondering who was showing her cautious appearance.

Even so, she said reluctantly:

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this. Participating in a banquet should be grand. Besides, Hermione has grown up, and her emotional problems are left to her to solve."

"Well, you are right. My daughter has grown up!" Mr. Granger seemed to recognize the reality, and then asked: "How do we get there? Do you want me to drive?"

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