The Bard of Hogwarts

Chapter 380 The Power of Purebloods, A Former Tutoring Lesson

"I need an explanation! Is this the magical trip you told me about? You're trying to fool me with a lame lie!"

Mrs. Granger looked at Hermione expressionlessly.

Seemingly still somewhat angry, after saying that, he picked up the newspaper in his hand and slammed it hard against his daughter, who had learned to lie.

"Oh! Mom, let me explain..."

Hermione rubbed her head; although the newspaper hit her head, she had to pretend it hurt a lot.

After all, her childhood experiences taught her that if she didn't pretend to be in pain, there would be a second and a third time...

Sure enough, seeing her daughter's pitiful look, Mrs. Granger slowly lowered her raised hand.

"You shouldn't have done that... My God! Do you know how scared your father and I were after seeing what was in the newspaper?"

Mrs. Granger, who always appeared with a strong presence, seemed to have shed her armor and looked much more vulnerable.

Meanwhile, Mr. Granger, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke up: "Ino, can I ask you for a favor?"

He didn't blame his daughter; instead, he calmly looked at Ino.

"Please tell me! As long as I can do it!" Ino replied.

To be honest, he was in a rather awkward position in this situation, since it was clear in the Daily Prophet who Hermione was dying for.

Especially Mrs. Granger's blow just now, although it hit Hermione on the head, wasn't it also hitting him?

Fortunately, Mr. Granger's words eased the awkward situation.

"Our daughter is all grown up now, and I may not be able to discipline her. But I want to ask you, no matter what happens in the future, please don't erase my memory..."

"I'd rather forget her than lose her."

Mr. Granger's tone was very calm, as calm as a mountain peak, standing quietly, neither ostentatious nor pretentious.

But it was precisely this calm tone that revealed the depth of a father's love.

Mr. Granger used "I" instead of "we," and everyone present understood what that meant.

At the same time, Mrs. Granger stopped scolding Hermione and looked angrily at her husband.

Mr. Granger, who was usually submissive, showed no sign of compromise this time.

"Darling, I am not only a father, but also a husband!"

……

He wanted to preserve the memory of his daughter, but at the same time, he didn't want his wife to be consumed by pain.

He silently endured everything.

This middle-aged Englishman taught Ino a lesson through his actions.

Looking at the scene before him, he suddenly realized that his previous actions were inappropriate.

Although it was Hermione who made the request, no one really considered the Grangers' feelings.

Just like in the original story, Hermione erased her parents' memories with tears in her eyes for their safety.

But in essence, this might also be a form of selfishness.

Thinking of this, Ino slowly raised her head and looked at Mr. Granger with clear eyes.

"There won't be a next time, I promise! No matter what happens in the future. Besides, I will never let Hermione be in danger again, that's also a promise I make."

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared in Mr. Granger's calm gaze.

"That's good! It's all over now. Perhaps we can have a small party tonight, since they're both leaving tomorrow."

Mr. Granger looked at his wife in a fawning manner.

To be honest, Mr. Granger's change is quite significant.

If he seemed as steady as a mountain just now, giving people a solid and reliable feeling, then now, this middle-aged man's behavior is like that of a child who has made a mistake, appearing somewhat at a loss.

Mrs. Granger chuckled at her husband's change of heart.

"Okay! I'll go prepare now!"

……

Unlike the laughter at Granger's house, Parkinson's ancestral home was rather quiet.

In the somewhat old-fashioned hall, about twenty young wizards sat in various groups.

If Ino were here, she would surely recognize that this place is full of people who attended extra classes in their second year of Slytherin four years ago.

The difference is that all the second-year students who came back then are gone, but Draco, Goyle, and the deceased Crabbe are missing.

"He really did it! Merlin! It's unbelievable..."

Daphne couldn't hide the surprise in her words.

Similarly, not only Daphne, but everyone present had an expression of amazement, except for one person.

In the main seat, Pansy smiled quietly; she had always believed in Ino.

While Granger's resurrection is somewhat regrettable, it's not necessarily a bad thing compared to leaving Ino feeling guilty and remorseful.

"Alright, we can talk about other things later. Today, let's talk about werewolves..."

Pansy spoke slowly, her voice as cold and clear as ever.

But if you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of composure and steadiness in that cool voice compared to a year and a half ago.

As Pansy finished speaking, Milison Spode took the lead and shared the information he had received.

"The werewolves have gone mad. There have been 29 attacks this month alone. To maintain secrecy, the Ministry of Magic is practically sending out even the janitors..."

At the same time, many people in the room also began to talk about the information they had heard.

"And then there's St. Mungo's Hospital. My aunt said they're overwhelmed, constantly screening people, afraid that someone might have been bitten by a werewolf after transforming..."

"There are also rumors in Knockout Alley that this operation was ordered by someone..."

"The Gringotts goblins are restless..."

"My uncle also heard about it from the Muggle Prime Minister; apparently, this has caused quite a stir..."

Everyone present was talking as much as they could, and Slytherin's energy seemed to be on full display at that moment.

As the news accumulated day by day, Pansy fell into deep thought.

Several years ago, she had talked to Ino about the issue of Muggles and wizards.

Even on the train when they left school in first grade, when there were only four people in the compartment, Ino expressed the same opinion.

……

Time passed by, second by second.

Gradually, the scene quieted down.

For some reason, everyone turned to look at Pansy.

In fact, including Milison, everyone present already had the answer in their hearts when they first participated in this history of magic training course during the summer vacation several years ago.

The precociousness of the pure-blooded group meant that many of them knew early on what kind of gathering this was, but their third or fourth grade age also made them very interested in this kind of adult game.

But later, as time went by...

Perhaps it was out of habit, or for other reasons, but as they spent time together, they gradually came to accept Pansy as the organizer of the gatherings.

The sudden silence stopped Pansy from reminiscing.

She quietly gazed at the familiar faces before her.

moment.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something. It's been a long time, about six years! Someone once said something to me and Daphne, and I still remember it."

Pansy spoke slowly, but Daphne, standing beside her, looked curious; she couldn't quite remember what happened six years ago.

"That sentence had a profound impact on me. He said: What are we learning magic for? To live like a rat in a sewer, or even worse."

Suddenly, Daphne's eyes widened; she knew who had said that.

On the train during her first year, she, Pansy, Draco, and Ino discussed the secrecy law, and that remark was just a casual remark from Ino.

Similarly, she now finally understood why Pansy had continued this little gathering in the second year.

……

The age of majority in the magical world is 17, but none of the twenty or so people present were under 16.

In addition, their upbringing in a pure-blooded family made it easy for them to understand what Pansy meant.

But it was precisely this understanding that led them to show the same shocked expression as Daphne.

I thought it was just a normal gathering, where we would exchange ideas and discuss things, but who would have thought I would hear such an explosive statement.

However, before anyone could react, Pansy's cold voice rang out again:

"Don't overthink it. I'm just speaking from the heart, feeling that the Ministry of Magic has sacrificed too much for the Law of Secrecy."

As Pansy finished speaking, the expressions of those present varied.

But Daphne, without thinking, rolled her eyes.

She really was copying what she heard. She remembered that after Ino said those words, she used the same tone to tell the others not to overthink it, that it was just a spontaneous remark.

Xiaodi's sharing today: Florin Fosco Ice Cream Shop

Florean Fortescue's lce Cream Parlour

This is an ice cream shop owned and operated by Fosco.

In 1996, Fosco was kidnapped by Death Eaters, and his ice cream shop was forced to close. Voldemort had previously approached Fosco in search of information about the Elder Wand and Ravenclaw's crown.

Voldemort killed Fosco because he refused to reveal information about his family's lineage.

(End of this chapter)