Hogwarts: Opening Sign-In Mangekyo Sharingan

After returning to the dormitory, it was naturally another banquet.

It was to celebrate Slytherin winning the House Cup and the end of term.

During this period, many senior students came to express their thanks to Braun.

If it wasn't for Braun, maybe they wouldn't have won the Academy Cup this year, and their seven-year streak would end today.

It can be said that Braun has completely completed their seven years of study.

"You are really brave."

Theodore sipped his butter beer.

"I thought we were going to lose."

"I just did what I had to do.

Braun said indifferently.

After playing wildly all night, all the little snakes seemed to understand very well the next day.

Yawning, they formed a procession to Hogsmeade station.

Then find your luggage here and board the train.

With the bang of the siren, bid farewell to Hogwarts.

"Is there anyone, please? Braun?"

"come in."

Braun put down the book in his hand and said to Hermione who looked surprised.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing Braun helping her with luggage, Hermione leaned over to the table curiously to look at Braun's book.

""Break with the Female Ghost"? The name is a bit strange."

"A writer's novel cannot always be relaxed and relaxed.

Braun put Hermione's case on the luggage rack.

"By the way, Braun, I haven't had time to ask you how you got in that day.

Voldy...I mean You-Know-Who.

What does he look like?"

"Have a glass of milk."

With a flick of Braun's wand, two bottles of Moomoo's milk appeared on the table.

Hermione picked up a bottle, still curious.

"Voldemort now has the face of a snake.

Attached to Quirrell's body.

To be precise, he was no longer a human being.

But a lingering evil spirit. "

Braun said while drinking delicious Moomoo milk.

At the same time, I also felt that my head, which was a little drowsy due to staying up late, became more awake.

"Evil spirits?"

Hermione clearly didn't quite understand what Braun meant.

But what interested her more was that Braun didn't address You-Know-Who like everyone else.

Instead, call him Voldemort.

"Are not you afraid?

I think Neville and his little wizards in the wizarding world are mostly taboo about calling Voldemort by his name.

"That's because they grew up with horror stories about Voldemort.

It was a dark time, and everyone was on edge because when you came home from get off work you couldn't be sure if your family was alive or not.

That kind of fear cannot be described in words to young Muggle-born wizards. "

Braun said lightly.

"Another point is that the more powerful a wizard is, the more powerful he will feel in his heart when we say his name.

This is also the reason why Neville and the others are unwilling to mention that person's name. "

Hermione nodded half understanding.

"By the way, where are you going on summer vacation?"

Braun skipped the heavy subject.

"My parents said that they would go to Lepa, Gaul this summer vacation.

My mother especially likes the perfume and fashion there. "

"Oh?"

Braun raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Maybe we will meet then.

His teacher, Nicole Flamel, invited him to his home during the summer vacation.

I didn't expect Hermione to go to Lepa.

Maybe we can meet again at that time.

"Are you going too?"

Hermione looked happy.

"Are you going to the magic world over there? God, to be honest, I'm still very curious about the magic world in Gaul.

How about we go there together then? How about Braun?"

Seeing Hermione's excited look.

Braun couldn't bear to refuse.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded.

"Okay then, tell me when the time comes.

But the air ticket or something is up to you.

I still don't quite understand how to buy a ticket. "

"no problem!"

Seeing Braun agree, Hermione looked even happier.

The train rumbled through the village, and hard-working farmers could be seen from time to time in the wheat fields on both sides.

Golden sunlight streamed in through the windows.

It shines warmly on both of them.

After passing through several Muggle villages and a large area of ​​wilderness.

The train finally entered the city.

And the prefects of various colleges also started shouting in the corridor of the train.

Let the little wizards not forget to change their clothes.

At the same time pack your luggage.

Im about to get off.

Finally, amidst some harsh sound of rubbing rails.

The train stopped slowly.

Under the leadership of the prefect, the little wizards got off the train in an orderly manner.

Everyone seemed very happy.

This is especially true for first-year students.

After half a year away from home, they couldn't help returning home.

Noisily bid farewell to each other with their friends.

"See you later, Braun!"

"See you at the banquet!"

"It's time to send you an invitation!"

The farewell sounds of men and women made Braun the focus of the station in an instant.

Some adult wizards who were picking up the children looked curiously at the teenager who was carrying a suitcase and stood with a crow on his shoulder.

Under the narration of his own children, he showed a kind smile again.

And Braun greeted them with a smile.

There is no so-called genius arrogance at all.

"Let's go, or we'll be waiting in line later!"

Braun whispered to Hermione.

Go there as soon as possible before there are too many people, otherwise you will have to queue up to pass through the station after the other little wizards get off the bus.

"Hogwarts students!

Walk from here, not crowded.

Two or three together!"

An old wizard wearing a wizard robe was standing at the partition wall. When he saw too many young wizards, he would stop them and divide them into teams of two or three.

The purpose of this is to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles.

Banishing spells are not a panacea.

Muggles are no fool if there are too many of them.

To avoid alarming some Muggles.

It is a good way to reduce the number of people to zero.

Of course, in Braun's view, this is completely deceitful.

Every year in June and September, a large number of children with suitcases and pets such as owls leaving the station will definitely attract attention.

The reason why it has been fine is not because of the agreement between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle officials.

Go through the partition wall.

Braun saw a familiar figure.

His own grandmother wore nineteenth-century style clothes.

And the judge is Cassatt dressed as a servant.

He also held a golden birdcage in his hand, inside which was a huge hairless crow.

At the moment they were talking to a group of redheads.

"grandmother."

Braun walked over.

Augustus, who was talking to Weasley, also turned his head.

Looking at Braun with satisfaction.

"I've heard Minerva say everything about you in school.

I have to say, kid, your excellence is beyond my imagination.

That makes you proud. "

Braun felt a little happy.

This was the first time he had heard such praise from his grandmother.

But because it is outside.

He didn't say anything either.

Instead, he politely greeted the plainly dressed woman at the side.

"Mrs. Weasley."

"Hello, kid."

Mrs. Weasley also greeted Braun in a very friendly way.

A red-haired little girl on her right held Mrs. Weasley's hand shyly and hid behind her.

But there was also curiosity in his expression.

It seems that he wants to see what is so special about this frequent appearing in the Daily Prophet.

"Mother!"

Ron's voice came from behind.

He pushed the scooter along with the thin Harry.

Both looked a little excited after seeing Mrs. Weasley.

So did Mrs Weasley.

She touched her youngest son's hair first.

Then he thoughtfully helped him tidy up the somewhat messy luggage.

Of course, after doing all this, he didn't forget Harry beside him.

"How's college life, Harry?"

Harry withdrew his envious gaze from Ron, and nodded excitedly.

"Very good, and thank you for the fudge and sweater I love it.

This made Mrs Weasley even happier.

But the two didn't talk for long.

A middle-aged man in a suit with a flushed face and a big belly walked over.

There was dissatisfaction and anger in his expression.

At the same time, there is helplessness.

"Is there anything else you want?

If not, is it okay to leave?"

His eyes stared at Harry.

At the same time, he glanced around from time to time, for fear that an acquaintance would suddenly appear and see his nephew talking to a bunch of strange people with an owl.

In this way, the image of a "decent person" that the Vernon family painstakingly created will be completely destroyed.

"Uh, sorry, Mrs. Weasley."

Seeing his uncle, Harry looked a little apologetic.

"Go on, boy. Don't delay."

Wes agrees.

"Okay, let's go!"

Vernon urged again impatiently.

At the same time, the small mung bean-sized eyes kept scanning around.

Afraid of being seen by others.

And Mrs. Weasley also bid farewell to Braun after waiting for the Fred brothers and left.

Braun continued to wait at the station with his grandmother.

Because Hermione's parents haven't come yet.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

Mr. Granger hurried over.

He was relieved when he saw his daughter waiting in place.

"Sorry sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road."

Mr Granger said apologetically.

"See you again, Mr Granger.

"Yes, Braun.

Um, and Madame Augustus.

Thank you for still waiting here. "

"I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm late."

"It's okay Dad."

Hermione said very understandingly.

"Goodbye Braun! Madame Augustus. See you in Lepa!"

Hermione hugged Braun lightly and waved.

"See you in Paris!"

Braun also bid farewell to the other party.

Watching Hermione leave the station, she walked outside with her grandmother.

"You're going to Lebanon? Um... Nico's invitation?"

Augustus looked a little curious.

Braun gave up his seat and asked Cassatt to help him with his luggage.

"Yes, Teacher Nicole asked me to visit his house."

Braun gave a wry smile.

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A grandmother who is proficient in languages ​​is not a good thing.

At least I don't have any secrets from her.

"By the way, grandma, I saw Aunt Sybil at school.

She also gave me a book..."

Augustus waved his hand.

"Just keep it to yourself.

I'm quite old, do you still expect to continue studying?

That was a bit too difficult for me. "

Just as he was speaking, Augustus couldn't help sighing again:

"Sybil is stupid, I told her that.

The path of a prophet is not so easy, and her talent is not enough to make her cover everything.

I'm going to tell you this too, Braun.

A wizard's energy is limited.

Don't always try to learn everything.

Even a powerful wizard like Dumbledore has his own focus.

"..." I knew grandma. "

He didn't intend to study divination in depth.

That ethereal thing is not what he likes.

To truly grasp the power in his hands is what he needs.

Under the Floo network, the three of them soon came to the castle of Rolle's family.

The furnishings in the castle were no different from when Braun left.

It's still the same.

Sitting on the sofa, drinking the black tea handed over by Dom, Braun felt extremely comfortable.

"By the way, grandma, you went to track down your friend who lost his memory at Christmas, what happened?"

Augustus, who was tasting the black tea, paused for a moment.

He looked dissatisfied.

"Seriously! A huge part of her memory has been wiped out.

She was attacked by a wizard skilled in the Oblivion Charm. "

Speaking of Augustus, there was resentment in his expression.

"If it wasn't for Dumbledore's obstruction, I would have sent that liar to Azkaban!"

"Dumbledore's obstruction?"

Braun looked puzzled, wondering why Dumbledore would cover up a guy who stole memories.

But suddenly a person came to his mind.

A guy who got an Order of Merlin for making up stories.

"That's right! That guy is still your teacher this semester!

That memory thief, Dro Lockhart!"

Augustus said angrily.

"If Dumbledore hadn't said that this thief is still useful, I would definitely let him taste the joy of being sucked by a dementor."

 …

Braun sighed.

The man he was thinking of was Gilderoy Lockhart.

It's just that I didn't expect that my grandmother actually knew a wizard whose memory was stolen.

But it's not so strange when you think about it the other way around.

After all, those wonderful adventures on May Day cannot be experienced by powerful old wizards.

In addition, the wizarding world is not as big as imagined.

Knowing one of them is no accident.

"When my friend was on vacation in Wan Lun, Thailand, he helped the local residents defeat an evil black female ghost who demanded (Dema's) life sacrifices from Muggles.

She was badly injured at the time, and it was the therapist I helped connect her with.

I actually had my doubts about this guy Lockhart even before the release of "Break with the Ghost".

Because some of these stories I have heard from friends.

It's just that they didn't care.

But it wasn't until the book Breaking With the Ghost was released that I was really sure! This Gilderoy Lockhart is a liar!

Except for memory magic, which is worth mentioning, it is no different from an idiot in other respects.

I really can't imagine why Dumbledore would recruit such a guy into the school, let the students learn how to cheat?"

Perhaps Augustus was really dissatisfied with Dumbledore in his heart.

Complained again.

But she may also know that too much complaining can't solve any problems.

After talking for a while, he stopped talking.

Start asking about Braun's grades and school life.

After learning that Braun got full marks in general subjects, he was even more excited.

After all, even she had never achieved such a good result.

"Dom, your cooking skills have improved!"

At the table Braun compliments Dom, who is serving at Braun's side in a tea towel.

He cut another piece of tender steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

Augustus, who sat across from him, was eating a vegetable salad.

She almost never eats meat.

It is said that this is because she is afraid that the filth of flesh and blood will cover her third eye.

Well, this is one more reason for Braun not to learn divination.

Eat the last piece of carrot in the bowl.

Augustus took the napkin Dom handed him and wiped his mouth.

Take a good look at the leisure warehouse:

"I'm taking you to an auction next week."

"auctions?"

Braun put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"That's right, the venue is Godrico Valley. In order to avoid being late, we have to set off a few days earlier.

"Okay, grandma.

Braun nodded in agreement.

Then I wondered what the auction would look like.

And Augustus was apparently more than happy to answer Braun's questions. .