Together [HP]

In the end, as a responsible mother, Hermione didn't let Gina choose her godparents after all.As two novice parents, Hermione and Jacqueline decided they would each come up with a candidate.So Hermione proposed Harry, and Jacqueline proposed her only friend, Pansy.So, future Gina Harris' godfather is Harry Potter and godmother is Pansy.What a strange combination.

Gina's younger brother, Moriarty, however, is not so casual.As the future heir of the Graham family, Jacqueline single-handedly selected his godparents.His godfather is Chapman. As for the godmother, she has been lying in bed since Jacqueline came out of the hospital. The appearance of wanting to rest.

So, when Professor McGonagall showed up in Hermione's office, Hermione was taken aback.

"Professor McGonagall." Hermione stood up quickly, walked towards Professor McGonagall, and shook her hand. "what can I do for you?"

"Actually," Professor McGonagall swallowed, she seemed a little nervous? "I'm, very, honored that you invited me, but I'm going to say no."

"Invitation, invitation?" Hermione was a little confused, "I'm sorry, but, I'm not sure, what invitation?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, who took out a letter from her bosom.Hermione took it, and she glanced at the handwriting on the cover, and she recognized it immediately, it was Jacqueline's.

"Professor McGonagall." Hermione handed the envelope back to Professor McGonagall, she took a deep breath, "Jacqueline gave it to you, this is her decision, and if, if you make a decision, I think you should tell her."

"I," Professor McGonagall paused, "wrote her a letter. She hasn't..."

"Oh, yes, yes." Hermione was a little embarrassed, "She recently, um, has some bad health and has been recuperating. I," Hermione nodded, "I can talk to her about this." But, Professor McGonagall," Hermione looked at McGonagall, "I, I really hope that whatever Jacqueline's proposal is, please reconsider."

Professor McGonagall clenched the envelope in her hand, she tightened her jaw, said nothing, and apparated.

That night, after Hermione sent Gina to bed, finished telling her bedtime stories, and assured her once again that she would definitely receive the Hogwarts acceptance letter next year, she watched Gina slowly in her study room. Arthur of the ancient magic document rushed back to his room, and took away the books hidden under Arthur's bed.

Hermione returned to the tower that once belonged only to Jacqueline, and now it was the room of the two of them.Jacqueline had just finished feeding Moriarty, and her face was still slightly pale.

"Professor McGonagall went to my office today." After Hermione took Moriarty from Jacqueline's hand and put him on the small bed beside her, she turned off the light and tiptoed onto the bed.

"Is she looking for you for something, or..." Jacqueline asked in a low voice, rolling her eyes in the darkness.

"She gave me an envelope with your handwriting on it," said Hermione. "I think this matter should be left to you."

Jacqueline laughed. "That's why I love you, Miss Granger. Oh no, Mrs. Granger."

Hermione chuckled, she got up slightly and kissed Jacqueline, "I love you too, Mrs Graham."

The next day, after Hermione went to work, Jacqueline jumped out of bed, and she asked Norm to help her watch her three mischievous children, no, mainly Gina, don't let her tear down the castle Yes, I have to remind Arthur, don't just read books. After forgetting to eat, she walked into the fireplace of the castle. The next moment, an unexpected visitor appeared in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline smiled and sat across from Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall barely raised her head. She glanced at Jacqueline and sent the letter from her desk. Pushed the letter to her.

"Thank you, Graham, ma'am. But, I think . . . "

"Professor McGonagall," Jacqueline interrupted McGonagall, "I think you've heard something about our family from Professor Dumbledore. So, let me be straight. Moriarty , my youngest son, he will be the heir of our Graham family."

"It's good to know that," said Professor McGonagall.

"Besides," continued Jacqueline, "he's a Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, but soon recovered. "You don't know." She said a little excitedly, grabbing the handle of her chair, "Even the Sorting Hat doesn't know before it decides."

"I see, Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline said very calmly, "So, unless I misunderstood the Gryffindor logo, the Graham family will welcome the first one from Gryffindor." Patriarch of Ryffindor."

Professor McGonagall looked at Jacqueline.Could Jacqueline misread the Gryffindor logo?Absolutely impossible.

Professor McGonagall tried to laugh, "So, after 11 years, we will have at least one Gryffindor student."

"If Moriarty is going to be a Gryffindor, I want him to look like a real Gryffindor."

"Deputy Hermione Granger is a true Gryffindor."

Jacqueline laughed, "I know my wife, Professor McGonagall. Although she is from Gryffindor, among the people we know, who can be called a real Gryffindor, I I think it's just you. Please believe that if... Professor Snape was still alive, I would ask him to be Gina's godfather. So, Professor McGonagall, may I ask you to think again?"

"I won't...I mean, suppose I agree to your invitation." Professor McGonagall looked at Jacqueline through his glasses, "I will be more strict with my godson."

"That's all I count on." Jacqueline laughed. She stood up and bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall, "Thank you, Professor McGonagall. By the way, you will send a letter to Gina, right?"

"The daughter of a Slytherin hero?" said Professor McGonagall. "Her name was engraved on Hogwarts when she was born. Allow me to ask, you know that she is going to Slytherin, Make Miss Parkinson her godmother?"

"If it is because of this, I will have to persuade Hermione to refuse to let Mr. Potter be her godfather." Jacqueline smiled at Professor McGonagall, and she walked into the fireplace and disappeared.

So, when 11-year-old Moriarty Graham walked into the Hogwarts hall happily and excitedly, he saw his godmother sitting in the center of the teacher's bench, looking sternly at When I looked at him, I really didn't know what kind of mood he was in.