Hogwarts: Breaking off the engagement at the beginning and marrying Hermione instead

Chapter 75

""Hermione, who is that boy?" asked Mrs. Granger, who had been silent all the way.

"Huh? Are you talking about Braun, Mom?"

Hermione looked a little nervous. She was a little too excited when she saw Braun just now.

Now she remembered that she was too intimate.

"Yes, it looks like you two have known each other for a long time?"

Mrs. Granger asked doubtfully.

Mr. Granger explained to his wife first and then looked at his daughter doubtfully:

"Mr. Mayne's nephew.

But Hermione, I remember you didn't say much to each other last time."

""Yes, we met through letters."

Hermione stammered.

Hermione was still a good kid and took some rules very seriously.

Not telling lies was one of them.

""Write a letter?"

Mrs. Granger muttered. She didn't ask any more questions.

She was very happy that her daughter could make a friend.

At least it was better than being excluded by other children in school.

……

The holiday time always flies by in a blink of an eye.

Before I knew it, it was September 1st.

"Ron? Ron? Where's Ron? George, Fred, are you guys playing a trick on Ron again?"

"No mom!"

"We promise!" the two brothers said seriously.

"I'm coming, Mom.

Scabbers got lost again and I just found him."

Ron ran over breathlessly, holding a gray mouse with a broken finger.

Mrs. Weasley sighed:

"All right, get in the car."

She really didn't know why this youngest son, Bill and Charlie, who were both her own children, looked so mediocre.

"Sit tight, kids, we're going to go!"

Mr. Weasley shouted in front.

Then Mr. Weasley waved his wand and the car started to move by itself.

"Braun, take Jerry away.

Scabbers is a little scared of him."

Ron said to Braun, who was reading a book, while stroking the squeaking mouse.

Braun put down the book helplessly.

"Come here, Jerry, come here."

A huge purple toad jumped from the seat onto Brown's shoulder, but its eyes were still fixed on the mouse in Ron's hand.

"Braun, I don't understand why you keep a toad."

"Yes, if it were me, I would rather have a cat"

"Owls are better, they can deliver letters.

Just like Percy's."

The twin brothers began to chatter again.

Brown looked at the toad on his shoulder with some helplessness in his heart.

He didn't want to bring any pets.

Even if he wanted to bring one, wouldn't it be good to bring a cat or an owl?

He could pet it for fun.

But when school was about to start, his father sent him a pet.

The reason was that as a wizard, how could he not have a pet.

When he happily opened the package expecting a kitten or an owl, a huge purple toad jumped out.

While scaring him, he also understood Mr. Foley's intention.

In the wizarding world, toads have always been important. The role of toads is not only as pets, wizards also use them to make potions. And because the skin of toads can absorb liquids. They are generally used by wizards for experiments on oral potions.

It is even said that toads can be used to cast curses.

Simply put, they are little white mice.

According to this trend, toads should always be popular.

After all, they are really useful. The reason for their decline is that they are indeed too ugly. They are numb and not round enough.

They are not very popular among young wizards.

Another reason is because of the Ministry of Magic.

In the newly revised law, the Ministry of Magic explicitly stipulates that After it was decided that such abuse of pets was not allowed, the presence of toads as pets became weaker and weaker.

However, in Brown's view, this is simply taking off pants to fart.

Being a woman's concubine - and still putting up a memorial arch.

The wizarding world consumes so many potions every year, is it possible that they all come out of thin air?

Even the pillars of the wizarding world such as wand alchemy, which are not built on the corpses of those magical animals?

Now they turn around and say that using animals to make potions is cruel.

No wonder the wizarding world has become more and more lonely in recent years.

It's all because of these weird laws.

As a little wizard with normal aesthetics, although the toad given to him by his father is very beautiful, it still changes. This is the nature of toads.

In order not to raise this lazy purple toad,

Braun tried to make many kinds of magic potions for it to drink.

But unfortunately, after drinking the potion, the toad not only did not die, but became more and more energetic.

At this time, his father happened to send a letter.

He told him that this toad was the descendant of the toad that hatched the basilisk that year... for countless generations.

Therefore, it has a strong resistance to poison, and he will definitely not kill it no matter how he makes it.

Just like that, Braun completely accepted his fate and named the toad Jerry.

He hoped that it would have the same vigorous vitality as the mouse of the same name, and be able to withstand his poisonous hands again and again.

""Quack!" Jerry seemed to have noticed Brown's gaze. He responded very cleverly and gave a dead eye.

It seemed to be saying:

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen such a beautiful frog before?"

Braun half comforted and half explained:

"Jerry can help me test the medicine.

It is very useful to me."

"But it always likes to stare at Scabbers."

Ron stroked the trembling mouse and said dissatisfiedly

"Um... maybe it's because Jerry wants to eat mice?

Mice are part of the toad's diet."

Brown explained a little embarrassedly.

Although he knew that Ron's Scabbers was actually Peter Pettigrew, he never dared to do anything.

And Ron's love for Scabbers was beyond his imagination.

Not only did he feed him every day, but he also cuddled him to sleep.

"I really don't know what Ron would think when he knew that he was hugging a middle-aged bald man every day."

Braun thought with evil humor in his heart.

Ron was obviously shocked by Braun's answer.

He hugged the mouse more tightly.

"No, Brown!

Scabbers is my best friend.

You can't feed him to your toad."

Fred laughed and said:

"Ron, if you give Scabbers to Braun, maybe he will give you a new pet."

"Yes, Ron, Scabbers is starting to lose hair.

Baldness in mice means they are old and about to die.

Why not feed it to Jerry to end his miserable life?"

George said with some compassion.

Seeing that Ron was somewhat moved by what he said, the mouse squeaked in protest.

Ron also seemed to wake up and shook his head quickly:

"No, I can't do this, it's too cruel."

Looking at the gray mouse in his arms, Ron stroked him a few times with some shame in his heart.

The mouse was relieved and quiet at this moment.

"Ron, has Banban grown up yet?" (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"At least twelve years old!"

Percy, who was sitting nearby, replied.

Seeing everyone looking at him,

Percy replied:

"I found Scabbers outside the Burrow when I was a kid.[]

He is very smart and never bites anyone casually."

As far as I know, mice generally don't live that long.……"

"Unless what?"

Everyone looked at him curiously.

So did Banban in Ron's arms.

"Unless he is some magical animal hybrid."

"Tsk! It's as if you didn't say anything, Braun."

Banban, who had been holding his head high, lowered his head in relief.

"By the way, Ron, I have a way to make Banban's lifespan longer. Do you want to try it?"

Ron hadn't said anything yet.

The car suddenly stopped:

"We have arrived at the train station, kids! Get off the train quickly.

Go in quickly while there are still few Muggles."

Everyone stopped talking when they saw the station.

They packed their things and put them in the carts.

""Come on, kids! I'll take you in."

Molly Weasley said to everyone while holding her little daughter in her arms.

Pushing the cart, Browne and the Weasley brothers entered the station together.

Originally, he was supposed to be sent by Mr. Foley.

However, Mr. Foley had to entertain the wizards from all over Europe who came to seek cooperation, so he didn't have time.

The task of sending Browne fell on the Weasley family.

"Braun, let me hold Jerry for you."

""Thank you, Ginny!"

Jerry handed it to Browne from his shoulder.

He couldn't help but touch Ginny's hair, making the little girl blush.

""Quack!"

Purple Jerry called out in a very tactless manner.

After entering the station and looking at the platform with people coming and going,

Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but complain:

"It's always like this, there are so many Muggles on this day.

They are everywhere."

Following Mrs. Weasley, Brown looked around curiously to see if there were any little wizards like them.

"This is? Harry Potter?"

Braun saw a thin little boy asking a police officer on duty not far away. He was stunned and stopped involuntarily.

""Bang! Ouch!"

Ron cried out in pain.

Brown was also knocked off balance by the cart behind him.

"What's wrong, Braun? Why did you stop?"

Ron rubbed his head and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, sorry I was distracted just now"

"Come on! Ron! Braun!"

Seeing that the two children were not keeping up, Mrs. Weasley shouted in front

""Here we go!"

The two of them answered and hurriedly pushed the cart over.

Everyone stood in front of the stone pillar between Platform 9 and Platform 10.

"Go ahead, dear!"

"Goodbye, Mom!"

Percy pushed the cart towards the stone pillar in front of him.

Then he disappeared.

"Next up is Fred!"

""Mom, I'm George!"

One of the twins who was pointed at said with some dissatisfaction.

"Mom can't tell us apart"

"It's really frustrating."

The two of them answered one after another.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, kid. Come in quickly, George. Mom won't make a mistake again."

Mrs. Weasley felt a little guilty.

George Weasley pushed the cart and ran over and said mischievously:

""Mom, I'm Fred, you're right! See you at Christmas!"

Then, without waiting for Mrs. Weasley to get angry, she rushed in with the cart. George Weasley didn't stay long and saw his brother go in, so he quickly pushed the cart and followed:

"Goodbye Mom, see you at Christmas!"

"Oh! These two little rascals!"

Mrs. Weasley said with some dissatisfaction

"Hello! Excuse me, can I ask how to get in?"

A thin little wizard came over with a cart, his tone a little timid.

Brown turned his head and looked at

Harry Potter.

He thought to himself:

Sure enough, the iron triangle is about to gather.

Mrs. Weasley asked with concern:

""Child, are you a freshman too? It seems you don't know how to get in, right?"

The little boy nodded shyly.