A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Of course no problem, of course no problem, we will be waiting for you at home." Mr. Granger was so excited that he could hardly speak. Since he bought a copy of "The Cursed Child" in Diagon Alley Later, the couple became Edward's fans.

"Very good." Edward hung up the phone and took a sip of the hot cocoa in front of him.

"Under the coaster." Edward said calmly, then straightened his coat and opened the door of the cafe.

Throughout the afternoon, Edward was in the cafe opposite Granger's dental clinic. He had been observing the Grangers and was convinced that they were indeed as good people as Hermione said.

In fact, they are indeed a good pair of doctors, which can be seen just by the smiles on their patients' faces when they leave.

After the Grangers returned home, they remembered one thing: Edward didn't know their address at all, how could he visit them?

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, the teacher is a wizard." Hermione said proudly, as if she was the really powerful person.

"But wizards are not familiar with our world, right?" Mr. Granger looked at his wife worriedly, "You must still remember, those weird people..."

"They are a disaster!" Mrs. Granger slapped her on the head.

"Teacher is different." Hermione pouted and sat on the sofa, "I want to watch cartoons, but there are no cartoons to watch at Hogwarts."

"Okay, okay~" Mr. Granger responded with a smile. He was particularly doting on his daughter, whom he had not seen for three months.

Early the next morning, Mr. Granger took his wife out to get her hair styled. They decided to leave a good impression on Mr. Edward Lumpo who was visiting home.

When they came back, the hour hand on the clock had already pointed to 9.

"Hermione, come downstairs quickly. When will Mr. Edward Rumple arrive?" Mr. Granger leaned on the stairs and shouted upstairs.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me at all." Hermione ruffled her fluffy hair and walked down the stairs in pink bunny slippers.

"You don't have to go to such trouble, oh! Mom, you did your hair specially!" Hermione saw her unusually dignified mother and meticulous father at a glance.

"This is the first time we have met your teacher. We must leave a good impression on him." Mr. Granger tightened his tie and said to the mirror next to the stairs.

His hair was perfectly combed.

Mrs. Grangerdu sat on the sofa, moving the cushions back and forth.

When the hour hand pointed to half o'clock, there was a sound of car braking at the door.

"Haha, wizards definitely don't take cars, right?" Mr. Granger stood up nervously and walked to the window sill to check the situation. "And it's a Rolls-Royce. They must have found the wrong person." Car door Being pushed away, Mr. Granger became even more nervous.

"The teacher seems to have said that he is the boss of Great Health..."

"What?" Mr. Granger turned his head in surprise, "BigHealth?"

"Well, I thought he was joking." Hermione nodded honestly, "He is definitely joking."

"Hermione, your teacher shouldn't be a teenager, right?" Mr. Granger looked at a young man getting out of the Rolls-Royce, and his heart suddenly dropped.

"If you're talking about someone who looks exactly like an aristocrat, then I guess so," Hermione said.

"what!"

"No way?" Mr. Granger had a nervous expression on his face, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead. "He's already knocking on the door."

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"I'll open the door." Hermione jumped off the sofa and ran towards the door.Mr. and Mrs. Granger gave each other a final check to see if they were appropriately dressed.

Doorway.

"Hermione, Merry Christmas." Edward smiled and lifted the things in his hands, "I prepared some gifts for your parents." He was wearing a dark blue striped suit and looked more like a company executive. tube, not a wizard.

Not even Mr. Granger was as rigorous as he was.

"Thank you, teacher, they will definitely like it. They are fans of your books." Hermione said softly, and at the same time, she turned back and shouted into the living room, "Mr. Rumple is here."

"Okay." Mr. and Mrs. Granger helped each other and walked out. They looked like they were going to attend a grand party.

"Hello, we are Hermione's parents, Wendell Granger and Monica Granger." They stretched out their hands towards Edward, but soon realized that this did not seem to be wizard etiquette. Edward took their hands in his as he hesitated awkwardly to take his hand back.

"Hello, I am Edward Rumple, who spoke to you on the phone yesterday, and I am also Hermione Granger's teacher." Edward smiled and held his hand.

"Hello, hello, please come in." Mrs. Granger warmly greeted Edward to come in and sit down.

"Yes." Edward nodded, and under the guidance of the Grangers, the four of them sat on the sofa in the living room.

As soon as they sat down, the Grangers couldn't help looking at Edward up and down, the more they looked, the more surprised they became.

"You are really much younger than we thought."

"Wizards always have many ways to maintain their appearance. It's not difficult." Edward smiled faintly. "What do you want to drink? I know this is not polite, but obviously as a wizard, it is more convenient for me to do this. .”

"Anything is fine." The Grangers' eyes widened. They wanted to know how Edward conjured the drink.

"Then let's have hot cocoa. There's nothing better than a cup of hot cocoa in this weather." Edward clicked his fingers on the coffee table, and four cups of steaming hot cocoa suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ah! Magic is really wonderful." Mr. Granger couldn't help but admired.

"Magic is indeed more convenient in some aspects." Edward believed deeply. "I have many Muggle friends, and they all think so. Oh, by the way, Muggles refer to people who don't know magic."

"We know that we still know something about the wizarding world, and it's all for Hermione." The Grangers looked at each other and said with a smile.

"As I said, mom and dad are your fans." Hermione whispered sitting next to Edward.

Edward smiled faintly and said nothing.

"It's so exciting to meet you. We always thought Hermione was joking. After all, this is so incredible!" Mr. Granger's palms were clasped tightly on his knees, and his joints were shaking with excitement. white.

"Nothing is impossible. Hermione is a very good little wizard."