HP through the autumn

A leisurely Saturday afternoon.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, who had just started working, and Qiu, who had been working for more than a year, had afternoon tea together in a Muggle tea restaurant.

"What do you think? This place was recommended to me by my mother." Hermione took a sip of black tea and said, "She said the black tea here is very authentic."

"Very good, we should come here often to get together in the future." Qiu said, picking up a piece of scone.

"It's a rare leisurely afternoon," Harry sighed.

"That's because you three are too busy at the Ministry of Magic," said Ron cheerfully. "I'm having a good time at the Weasley's Joke Shop every day."

"I'd love to work with Fred and George, too, if it wasn't so much fun working on the Reversal Incident Team," Cho said.

"What is your team doing every day now? Do you still cast forgetfulness on Muggles?" Ron asked curiously.

"Almost. Also deal with parents, or neighbors, who were frightened by the magical riots of young Muggle-born wizards. And some people who used magic wrong. I didn't know until I was in this group that there are so many kinds of magical magic Accidents, split bodies are all too commonplace in comparison to Apparation."

"Does anyone actually disapparate when they disapparate?" Ron said.

"Of course, Ron. It's just as common as when you make a mistake with your magic," Hermione replied.

"People make mistakes, Hermione, it's instinct."

"It's because you didn't study hard at Hogwarts."

"Harry makes mistakes a lot, too."

Harry, who was watching the two friends start bickering again, was dragged out innocently. He looked at Ron and Hermione helplessly, and silently picked up his own black tea and drank it.

"I found a pattern." Qiu suddenly joined the discussion, interrupting the conversation between Hermione and Ron: "Look at Harry and Ron, look at me and Hermione, have you found any pattern?"

"What?" Harry asked with interest, putting down his black tea.

"A good witch tends to marry a bad wizard."

Hermione glanced at Ron and nodded sadly.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, wisely deciding to remain silent.

That night, when the Potters came home, they had dinner, took a shower, and watched TV for a while.Mr. Potter stood up suddenly, picked Mrs. Potter up and walked towards the bedroom.

"What are you going to do?" asked Mrs. Potter, knowingly and confidently, putting her arms around his neck.

"It proves that I am still good in some aspects." Harry put her on the bed with a serious face, and took off his robe.

The author has something to say:

I don’t want to keep it after I think of a stalk, so I’ll post it by the way, I decided to drop it from time to time

By the way, test whether the night update attracts more readers or the morning, and then make adjustments