Hogwarts I am Miss Ka's Dog

It felt like there was no way it was fake, and Hermione clearly felt the change in her parents' attitude towards her in that instant.

No matter how happy they are, they are still afraid.

Fear that my daughter is a wizard...

After all, in fairy tales, witches are heinous beings who sign contracts with the devil.

Depravity is synonymous with them.

As usual, Hermione would get into the family car and head to the clinic with her parents. The Grangers would be in charge of the clinic and treating patients with dental diseases. Hermione would sit on the sofa in the lounge area and spend the day holding a book.

But this morning, instead of waking themselves up, they drove straight away from home.

She stood at the window on the second floor and watched her father drive the car out of sight, while her mother sat in the passenger seat without looking back.

Otherwise, there would be no situation where Professor McGonagall went to Granger's house and only Hermione was at home.

"Why, I thought that if I was regarded as an alien in the ordinary world, the magical world would accept me, but I still get that kind of look!"

It's like looking at germs.

For example, a certain red-haired boy just glanced at him and said "Muggle" in his mouth, full of disgust. Maybe he didn't know it himself, maybe it was because of his innate sense of superiority.

Another example is a certain white-haired boy who looked at himself like he was looking at garbage on the roadside, with disgusting eyes and a sarcastic tone, and shouted out the title of 'Mudblood'.

Whether it's a Muggle or a Mudblood, I'm afraid it's a derogatory term.

Hermione leaned back weakly and sat on the bed.

The only thing she clenched tightly was the magic wand in her hand, which became her only belief and the retreat she could never give up.

When Professor McGonagall saw this scene, she did not scold Cassandra, nor did she go to Hermione to show concern, because these were of no use.

The knot that belongs to a girl still needs to be solved by the girl herself.

And Cassandra is waiting for answers.

From the first moment I saw this girl, I knew her inner character, which was strong and stubborn, but also smart and smart.

She has been tensing up since she entered the magical world.

See Ricardo again using fire.

The pressure on her from her peers will be greater than the pressure from seniors. At least the seniors use magic, so she can see a glimmer of hope. As long as she works hard, she can learn magic at the same age as the other party.

Even better.

But the gap between her peers was like a chasm. She was stuck at the bottom of the valley, looking up but out of reach.

"I want to be a wizard. Even if I become a witch that is hated by others, I will still try!"

Squeezing the wand in her hand, Hermione could feel that something that had belonged to her since birth was being pinched. If she gave up now, she would lose it and never get it back.

It's like fate.

"If you want to--be the best witch!"

As if recognized, the wand responded to Hermione's oath, emitting a warm and healing light, encompassing all four people in the room.

The wand with the 'Guardian' inscription can amplify the protective spell, and can be released at will according to the holder's belief, without the need to recite a spell.

Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall smiled, knowing that the little girl was no longer confused.

"Click————!" There was a sound when the wooden door was opened.

"Don't use a metal wand to cast spells at will. Although it is more convenient than a wooden wand, you still don't know how to control the magic in your body. It's like draining water from a drain pipe and unable to create the impact of a waterfall."

Ricardo stood in front of the door and turned back to Hermione.

There has to be someone who plays the bad role, and Professor McGonagall is not suitable, nor is her sister Cassandra.

"That's not how you use magic...I'm going to have lunch first."

After speaking, close the door.

……

"Sure enough, Hermione is stressed because of my presence."

Of the original peers, Hermione first met Neville, Harry, and Ron. Although the three of them all had magical families, none of them knew how to use magic.

Ron does not have a wand, Neville has a dull personality, and Harry knows nothing about the wizarding world. Although the three people of the same age have excellent innate resources, they are surpassed by the ordinary Hermione.

That's why she has the pride of being a top student. No, it should be her way of self-protection, like a cat, tensing up all her nerves and observing her surroundings in a strange environment.

"But your magic power is innate, and I still don't have my own magic power."

Squib!

Ricardo took out the wand from his pocket and waved it at the wall. No magic was emitted, and he could not sense the wand.

Unlike Hermione, who easily resonates with her wand and emits magic.

"The one who really should be jealous is me."

I had no choice but to laugh at myself, as the werewolf said, the blood of the body smells worse than mud. The so-called patronus spell is just suturing three magical animals with itself, losing its lifespan and borrowing their power.

Do you really think of yourself as the destined protagonist?

Just a stitch monster.

"Boss, beef curry, and another cheese bread and mashed potatoes!"

Ricardo took out two gold galleons from his pocket and placed them on the bar. Just after greeting a regular customer, the boss Tom came over and saw the boy calling for lunch.

Not Harry Potter.

This was the boss Tom's first thought.

There was no way, most of the people who came to Diagon Alley today were rushing towards Harry Potter, eager to see the Boy-Who-Lived. The reporter from the Daily Prophet sat closest to the door.

The Potter boy has the scar left by Voldemort on his forehead.

"Wait a minute, do it now."

Tom, the boss, took the boy's two gold galleons, weighed them twice in his hand, and then threw them into his pocket.

A measured move...

Ricardo stared at the ups and downs of his palms, and the gold galleons were shaking and making sounds. In this way, he proved that the gold coins were real and not changed by magic.

Inexplicably, I remembered the first words he spoke when I met Grindelwald just now.

"The more carefully you observe, the more you will be enchanted by magic."

The Dark Lord would never say anything useless.

He must have discovered something before he said this, and as a politician, his code of conduct is a small reminder.

Just one sentence, not too much, because in his opinion it is not necessary. Whether this person understands, or what kind of efforts he makes, and what kind of changes are finally completed, all depend on this person's ability.

If he succeeds, he will show some kindness, and the other party will remember his kindness, which is regarded as an investment.

If it fails, it proves that the person is incompetent and his words are harmless.

Ricardo recalled in his mind all the actions and words of Greenwald after meeting him, and he could be sure that her attention was on him.

So the object of his point is Ricardo himself.

Bewitched by magic... unable to see the true nature... the more you care about magic, the more wrong you are...

If you don't care about magic, what should you care about?

This is a doubt that does not belong to Ricardo. It can also be said that it does not belong to Ricardo's doubts at his current age.

"Your mashed potatoes and cheese bread don't have beef, but horse meat. I'll give you double the horse meat curry."

During the time of thinking, lunch was also prepared and was thrown in front of me by the boss Tom.

Not with a wand, but with your hands.

why?

The most convenient thing is magic. Any menial, tiring or heavy work can be easily solved by magic. For example, when you pick up a cup, you can use a magic wand to control the cup to float and automatically put it into your mouth.

The food in front of him should also be like this. Old Tom could use his magic wand to control the plate to fly in front of Ricardo instead of using his hands.

There's magic and it's easy, so why use your hands?

"The closer you look, the easier it is to fall under the spell of magic."

In his mind, Greenwald's voice lingered.

Like possessed.

Ricardo scooped up the horse meat curry with a spoon and put it into his mouth, chewing it twice and swallowing it, regardless of how hot it was just out of the pot.

"It doesn't taste as good as the ones I cook myself."

I couldn't help but say one more thing.

Originally, a pair of chopsticks was enough, but I had to provide a knife, fork and spoon. The knife and fork were used to eat cheese bread, and the spoon was used to eat mashed potatoes and horse meat curry. This is the most troublesome part of Western food.

The most important thing is that it tastes terrible!

"Is the food made with magic so rubbish?"

It’s not as delicious as the food made by hand!

Ricardo only took a few bites before he felt it was hard to swallow. He wanted to grab the two gold galleons back from the boss Tom's pocket.

Throw down the spoon, jump off the chair in front of the bar, and prepare to return to the second floor.

The hall was noisy and the crowds were chaotic. There were reporters squatting with cameras, or strong men holding butterbeers against each other, clinking draft beer cups twice as big as their hands.

It seems that he is enjoying this kind of happiness, the joy of clinking wine glasses, and then drinking it down in one gulp.

There were also some people gathered around the corner, placing gold coins and objects on the table, holding playing cards in their hands. They heard one person cheering and three people mourning. One person took all the lost gold coins and objects.

Ricardo stood at the transfer position, staring at the scene in front of him, and did not go upstairs immediately.

"Why do people still like to eat with their hands, clink glasses with their hands, and write with their hands even though they have magic?"

Magic brings convenience to wizards. In order to demonstrate magical abilities, magic should be used to complete things anytime and anywhere instead of using hands.

Is it more convenient to use hands or magic? Can using one of them mean abandoning the other?

If hands can do it, what else needs magic?

"Magic merges with life and becomes a natural state."

I can feel that I have been in touch with the point described by Grindelwald, using magic but not relying on magic.

“Division brings two evils, harmony brings a win-win situation.”

Ricardo was ready to find his own magical path.

……

Go back to the house on the second floor and open the door.

Cassandra sat next to Hermione, holding the girl in her arms and comforting her intimately.

It was just the time when we went downstairs to eat that we were so intimate.

Ricardo stared hard at Hermione, occupied his sister's arms, and even closed his eyes and fell asleep extremely arrogantly, as if he would not leave, what a shameless behavior!

(I feel like grass is growing in my head for no reason)