A Hogwarts dissertation guide

At James and Sirius station, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting for the children on the platform.

"I'll write to you during the World Cup," Ron shouted after Harry, who was saying goodbye to him and Hermione before pushing the luggage trolley containing the suitcases and Hedwig's cage towards James. Walk with Sirius.

James stood there, but Sirius took a few quick steps, rushed towards Harry, and hugged him into his arms.

"I believe this holiday will be very enjoyable."

Sirius said, and Harry believed that too.

James looked at them, smiling quietly.

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"So you don't have to practice with your teacher this holiday?" Mrs. Monica Granger looked very puzzled. "We thought you would do some different academic activities this semester."

"That's right," said Mr. Wendell Granger as he loaded Hermione's luggage into the car. "Your mother is looking at the tickets to Hawaii. When she leaves, she wants to go to the beach there to sunbathe."

"It seems that my coming back has really disrupted a lot of your plans." Hermione pouted.

Mrs. Granger waved her hands quickly, "Of course not. In fact, we hope you can come back. I haven't seen you for a whole year. Don't listen to your father's nonsense, he just can't bear the money for the air ticket and the business here."

"Oh, Monica, you can't blame everything on me." Mr. Granger looked innocent, "Besides, we had a plan before, right?"

"Well, if your plan is to waste a whole week in the London Library, I don't want to do that at all." Mrs. Granger said with a look of disgust. She hugged her daughter, "You definitely don't want to do that in the London Library." The library spends one-eighth of the holiday, right?”

"No, in fact, I just want to know more about Muggles...the world of ordinary people." Hermione trimmed her hair and said, "In order to ensure that I have a normal class schedule, Professor McGonagall suggested that I should not study Muggle studies. Even though I got good grades, maybe she thought that I came from an ordinary person and had a better understanding of ordinary people's lives and history, but I think this is not enough."

"Oh! Wendell, look at your daughter, why doesn't she look like me at all?" Mrs. Granger complained, covering her head, but it was obvious that she was really joking, which made the person sitting in the front seat Mr. Granger burst into laughter.

"Hermione is your daughter too." Then Mr. Granger started the car.

"This reminds me of my days in medical school," Mrs. Granger complained, "but our Hermione is only fourteen!"

"But her intellectual curiosity is that of a 20-year-old you." Mr. Granger scoffed mercilessly.

Mrs. Granger suddenly turned serious, "Are you mocking me for being lazy?"

"No, I'm just stating a fact." Mr. Granger said bluntly.

The family returned home in peace, especially Mrs. Granger, who even expressed her intention to show off her skills in the kitchen.

"I should have stopped you just now, Dad." Hermione said with a grimace. She had already heard the clanging sound coming from the kitchen.

The kitchen is at war, right?

right?

"I didn't expect it to be like this." Mr. Granger said sadly, picking up the address book next to the landline phone. "Maybe I should check Mr. Brown's teeth. He complained to me about eating ice before. Occasionally my teeth will be a little sore when eating."

"You can't run away like this." Hermione glared at her father, not expecting to enjoy her mother's cooking skills on her first day home. '

This was definitely something she didn't expect. She had thought they would be in an elegant restaurant tonight, or enjoying her father's warm dinner.

And it’s definitely not mom’s dark cuisine!

"Don't even think about going out, Wendell." Mrs. Granger poked her head out of the kitchen. She had already guessed that Mr. Granger would sneak out, but she cut off the way.

"Unless you want to avoid me for the rest of your life."

"Of course not, dear." Mr. Wendell put down the phone angrily and fell back on the sofa.

Mrs. Granger raised her eyebrows, "What's the phone book in your hand?"

"I think... yes, I want to show Hermione how many customers we have expanded!" Mr. Granger said in a hurry.

"Oh, that's it. Don't worry too much. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Mom, what are we having for dinner?" Hermione tried her best to widen her eyes, hoping to look more innocent.

She is only a 14-year-old baby!

Why suffer this?

And it was her father who mocked her!

"Baked sardines in pie crust," Mrs. Granger said with a smile. "What could be more delicious than that?"

Hermione and Mr. Granger looked at each other silently. They obviously knew the real name of the dish their mother mentioned - Starry Sky, also known as Death with Eyes and Hell Chanting.In short, it can definitely be regarded as pure dark cuisine in British cuisine.

"Dad, at Mr. Brown's house you mentioned before...you must need an assistant, right? To help you get tools or something?"

"Well, do you think I'd dare to go?" Mr. Granger said grimly. He sighed and put the phone book under the landline. "I plan to go upstairs to see if there is any anesthetic and take some in advance to prevent the fish head from rolling in my throat."

"Can't Mom cook the sardines yet?"

"She is always the same as when I first met her... keeping her original intention." Mr. Granger has obviously given up on himself.

Hermione lowered her head and thought for a moment, but a strange noise from the kitchen interrupted her thoughts.

"mom!"

"what?"

"I'm a little tired from taking the train and want to go to bed early."

"Aren't you going to have some dinner?"

"I ate it on the train."

Hermione lied and went upstairs in her pink bunny slippers.

"How could you do this...baby?" Mr. Granger stared dumbfounded as Hermione disappeared up the stairs.

"Wendell, I know you didn't eat much at lunch, you must be starving." Mrs. Granger came out of the kitchen, with a lot of blood on her apron - it was from fish.

"Don't worry, I remember to slap them to death this time."

"Oh, really? That's quite an improvement," said Mr. Granger fearfully.

The dinner was finally eaten by Mr. Granger, who swallowed it all with his eyes closed.

But Mrs. Granger always exceeded his expectations.

For example, this time, she forgot to take out the internal organs.

"I didn't expect fish to have entrails, after all, I've never had them before," Mrs. Granger said with a wink, obviously on purpose. "Wendell, you can definitely understand, right?"

"Ok, Ok!"