I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 473 Unheard of Attack

"What?" Ginny turned to look at her mother, "Eight outstanding ones?"

You must know that under normal circumstances, each little wizard in fifth grade will only have nine subjects.

It is very rare for someone like Bill and Percy to be excellent in twelve subjects and take exams in all elective subjects. There will not be one in a few years.

Hermione took eleven exams this year. She gave up Divination and Muggle Studies and added Alchemy.

Owen also has eleven subjects. He does not have Muggle Studies and Arithmancy.

"I never knew you, Mom."

"It seems that it is now clear who inherited their intelligence from Charlie, Bill, and the Geminis." Owen said with a smile while biting an apple.

"Of course." Mrs. Weasley grew slightly proud, "After I graduated from Hogwarts, Gringotts invited me to join them as a Cursebreaker.

Just last.”

"Okay, okay, it's all in the past. Oh - the children have good news for you. Your father has been promoted."

"In order to respond to the current situation, Rufus Scrimgeour has established several new departments. Arthur is now in charge of the 'Office of Detection and Collection of Counterfeit Defense Charms and Protective Equipment'. This job is very important, and now he has Ten people." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.

But whether it was Ron, Ginny, or everyone else present, they all saw some loneliness in her eyes.

At this time, everyone will think about it, how could the mother of so many genius children be an unknown and ordinary person?

After graduating from Hogwarts with honors, the reason why she rejected the job at Gringotts was probably because she was already pregnant at that time, with Bill, the first child of the Weasley family. Or maybe because of his love with Arthur, he is not qualified for the job of Gringotts Cursebreaker who travels around the world.

But she was also very fascinated by Gilderoy Lockhart. Perhaps what she was fascinated by was not Lockhart's greasy face, but the stories he wrote about freedom, courage and adventure.

She's also a Gryffindor.

She also carries courage.

She simply chose to be Molly Prewett and the mother of her children, choosing the latter.

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The surrounding atmosphere was a bit gloomy.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to notice. She continued to talk to herself, "As you know, mysterious people, [pretenders], [purgeers] and so on have made everyone panic, and people are making some everywhere. Weird items were sold for money, said to be able to ward off mysterious people and Death Eaters.

Can you imagine that kind of thing, the so-called self-defense potion is actually broth with a little lymph pus, the instructions for the defensive spell will actually make you lose your ears, and... well, generally speaking , the only people doing these bad things are people like Mundungus Fletcher, who have never worked a good day in their lives and are now taking advantage of people's fear.

But occasionally we encounter bad incidents. Arthur confiscated a box of enchanted looking glasses that day."

She said he must be there.

Her eyes are bright and her emotions are connected with her husband. She will feel angry, happy and sad for him.

But in her story, she is the only one missing.

"Mom-" Ginny suddenly stood up and hugged Molly.

She put her head into her mother's arms.

I don’t know why my heart is filled with endless sadness.

Ron was also a little moved. He stood up quickly and the family of three hugged each other.

Owen thought they would have a lot to say.

Then with a wink, he got up and left the garden with Hermione.

Harry and Coatelle also left, creating space for the Weasleys to be alone.

A gentle wind blows in the mountains.

In the countryside, although it is summer, it is not extremely hot.

On the contrary, it is somewhat comfortable.

Owen and Hermione met the back mountain, found an exposed rock, and sat down holding hands.

In front of them was the Weasley family's fence, with countless tall fruit trees standing upright, as if there was no end in sight.

"It's so sad," Hermione murmured, "She dedicated her life to the Weasley family."

"I don't think the word contribution is accurate." Owen held Hermione's left hand with his left hand and put his right hand on her waist. The little witch leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Compared to Harry, I, Koyatel, my mother is a harbor that I can never sail into.”

"She is happy too."

Hermione raised her head, looked at the boy's side face and said, "I just think that the two of them will have a better ending together."

"Yes! Pursue a better life. This is the difference between you and other girls." Owen lowered his head and looked at Hermione. "You know the script of your life. You are not a sequel to your parents, a prequel to your children, and not a friend. "Extra chapter."

"When they all think you're weird, that's when you're being yourself."

"No one saw it."

"I saw it."

Hearing the sound, Hermione's face suddenly turned red.

The neck and ears are a little red.

She turned her head away and looked toward the orchard in the distance.

The wind blows on my back.

She pressed deeper against the boy next to her.

In the afternoon, Owen and Hermione asked Kreacher to take them back to the Black ancestral home.

Pack your things.

They went to their home in Hogsmeade.

Rufus Scrimgeour only asked Harry to stay at the Burrow, and Koatl was not guaranteed to stay at the Burrow.

After all, they have too many people and the room can no longer be accommodated.

At night, they returned to the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

The table is filled with all kinds of food.

Owen put a rune restraint collar on Sirocco, saving the cat from being lured away by the goblins.

As for Bakar, as long as Hagrid is here, the silver dragon will not be hungry.

In the room, Mrs. Weasley suddenly stood up from her chair.

"He's back," she said, looking past the clock on the living room wall.

The pointer belonging to Mr. Arthur is pointing to 'home'.

Mrs. Weasley held the ball handle with her hand, pressed her face against the wooden door, and shouted softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's tired voice came from outside the door, "But if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same thing. My dear, ask a question."

"Oh, to be honest..." Mrs. Weasley said a little embarrassed.

"Molly"

“Okay, okay…what’s your biggest ambition?”

"Find out how the plane can stay in the sky."

Hermione turned her head and said to Ginny, "What are they doing?"

It can't be a little fun, right?

With someone living in her mind, she couldn't help but think in that direction.

"Oh, you didn't know it!" Ginny said, "It is a safety manual authorized by the Ministry of Magic."