Fred's plan failed, and there was someone else who was active.

Of course, Valen himself did not know, so he enthusiastically led the Granger and his wife to visit the rooms. "I remember the house was built on the cliff when I came last time." Mr. Granger said with lingering fear.

“That was a mistake,” Felix recalled, “there were a lot of seabirds nesting there.”

"I thought it was because the main entrance was facing outside the cliff." Mr. Granger said. No, Felix thought to himself, that was the essence of the design. He specially placed two chairs at the door facing the sea, but unfortunately cleaning up bird droppings is a big problem. There are too many immoral birds.

Mrs. Granger stared at Valen's cradle bed in a daze, which contained Valen's various equipment, small hats, movable cloaks, exclusive wands, and bedtime storybooks.

"It's really well prepared." She said with a strange expression.

Hermione said positively: "There was a fish tank before-" "Have a small fish?" Mr. Granger asked curiously. "Oh, uh," Hermione suddenly became a little panicked, "Do you know the Lake Selma monster? It looks similar, it's a little smaller."

Mr. Granger muttered unanimously, "I saw it in the newspaper that it was depressed and unacceptable."

"Maybe it's because he missed home, Norway is far away from here." Felix smacked his lips.

"It makes sense," said Mr. Granger.

During the meal, Felix and Hermione introduced many attractions on the island to the Grangers. The Grangers mentioned the recent changes in London, "Many people are waiting to watch TV broadcasts." "The same is true on the island. The competition venue has been improved several times and can only accommodate up to 500,000 people, which is still magical. Therefore, some people can only watch one or two games, but the carnival during the World Cup is really good."

The four of them, together with Valen, had enough food and drink, and chatted lazily. Mr. Granger stood up from the dining table and came to the window of the living room.

"What is this?" Mr. Granger looked at the beautifully shaped bottle on the shelf with interest. A light layer of fine sand was covered at the bottom of the bottle. He felt that these silver particles must be mixed with some interesting magic, and they seemed to be able to breathe.

"It's memory." Hermione walked over and said, holding up a grain of fine sand, the bottle plug automatically turned on, and the silver sand slid down the neck of the fine-mouthed bottle, and the shadows of Felix and Hermione flashed by.

"Are you going to visit the grave?" Mr. Granger asked in surprise. He vaguely saw a tombstone, but he could not see the words on it clearly.

"Well." Hermione said softly, "Go to meet a very complicated person."

It was the seclusion place that Grindelwald chose for himself. One day when Felix was studying time magic, he saw the last scene of Grindelwald in the mirror. He and Hermione suggested going over and take a look. The surrounding scenery was pleasant. The two of them erected a monument and then hid it with magic.

When Hermione and Mr. Granger returned to the restaurant, they brought back some desserts. At this time, Felix and Mrs. Granger were still chatting, and Hermione sat down next to him. "What are you talking about?" Mrs. Granger immediately shut up. Felix grabbed Hermione's hand and wrote in her palm. Hermione tried hard to identify. The first letter was b, the second letter was a, and the third letter was halfway through her writing, and her cheeks turned red.

"We are not in a hurry about the child. It is not too late to give birth to a child at the age of 60." Felix said seriously.

The Grangers inhaled in shock. Hermione glared at him, "Of course I won't wait until I'm sixty."

"We can help take care of the children." Mrs. Granger said hurriedly, and there was still a terrible voice in her mind echoing 's sixty and sixty' She quickly poked her husband's ribs with her elbow, and Mr. Granger said seriously: "Yes, since you are usually busy."

"Hermione and I have discussed this issue very seriously, just recently," Felix said.

"But there is not even a parenting book in the study." Mrs. Granger said.

"Actually, there is." Felix said, winking. At this time, Valen screamed on the sofa, took out a parenting book from his pocket, took out a pair of glasses and put it on for himself, pretending to look through it.

The Grangers were stunned.

"You-you-do you plan to hand over the child to one of them in the future?"

"The answer is wrong." Felix said seriously: "Valen is imitating. I wonder if you have realized that Valen is about the same size as a baby; Hermione sometimes practices it, and I have seen it secretly." He stopped talking. Hermione's fingers were already carrying the 'bison power'.

“After meal drink 1

Felix snapped his fingers happily, and four cocktails and a glass of juice immediately appeared in the air. He pushed the juice with a straw to Valen, and then asked enthusiastically: "Do you want to add cherries or lemon slices?"

"I like cherries." Mr. Granger was taken away. "Can you give me a small spoon to eat?"

After settling the Grangers and her husband, Felix and Hermione were lying on the bed. The scene in the room changed the moment the two fell. They were pillowing on the grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and the breeze was blowing at their feet.

“So tired.”

"It's okay, it's all under control."

"Also include the parenting book?"

"Well, my common topic with them is you. The first time I met officially, we talked about your childhood and school days. The second time we met revolved around the dental health of wizards and magical animals. That time the effect was the best because I gave me a pair of moving fire dragon skulls, which your father seemed to like."

"Yes, he couldn't let go and wanted to stay in it at night," Hermione said with a smile, "although mom is not very happy."

"This tells us a truth: there are gains and losses." Felix said with a straight face. Hermione smiled so hard that her hair fell down. She smiled enough and put her hair together, and found Felix staring at her earlobe in a daze.

"Does it look good?"

"It's as good as the Book of Demonic Texts."

Hermione blinked.

"Is it my book of magic, or yours?"

"That's it"

A fallen leaf fell from the air, and Felix reached out to catch it, turning it into a pair of earrings and put it on for Hermione.

"No need to compare now."

Hermione supported Felix's chest with one hand, and the gorgeous magic symbols spread across her fingertips. Felix's home clothes turned into a tuxedo. She pulled Felix up from the grass, "Do you want to dance, professor?" she asked, the illusion was broken, and the two stood beside the bed in the bedroom.

"It's too small." The next second, the two disappeared into the room.

After a while, Valen walked in with his short legs and stared at the empty bedroom. The two guys ran away again. Where did they go this time? A string of names of secret bases flashed by, desert, rainforest, underwater, moon, and inside the floating island, but it depends on what they wanted to do. If it was a fight, there were many choices between great mages and wizards close to the level of great mages, desert, moon and space.

Felix and Hermione have not been talking about magic for a month on Mars, either looking at the stars or talking about magic dryly. As the only two wizards in the world who hold the Book of Magic, one of them is still on the threshold of perception, and there is only one way to confirm magic: hundreds or thousands of times without reservation.

Valen sat at the door angrily, took out the parenting book and started taking notes.

Hogwarts.

Hermione wore a bright goose yellow evening gown, staring around with her eyes wide open, and Felix disappeared. She walked along the stairs, and a "pop" sounded in the air, and a dwarf floated in the air, a Pipi ghost, and Hermione couldn't help laughing when she saw him.

In her opinion, Pipi Ghost seemed to be forced to change his clothes, a bit like the housekeeper dress that Dobby liked to wear. Pipi Ghost looked dejected, his evil black eyes tried to shine with sincere light, holding an invitation in his hand.

"Are you lost, this beautiful lady?" he recited the lines.

"Oh, um—" Hermione said happily: "Yes"

Pipi Ghost cursed in a low voice, and then immediately pretended to be surprised, "It's a coincidence, there is a dance party nearby, if you want-" Looking at his expression, he was obviously expecting Hermione to say he didn't want it, but Hermione smiled and said, "Thank you, Pipi Ghost, please help me lead the way."

Pipig jumped downstairs, and Hermione pulled her skirt and followed.

As she approached the auditorium, melodious music appeared faintly. Hermione took a deep breath and walked in. It was filled with people.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione shouted in surprise.

"I don't know if I can accept this title," said Dumbledore's memory happily. "I was listening to chamber music in Classroom 7, and Felix suddenly appeared and asked if I wanted to attend a dance."

Through that young face, Hermione seemed to see an old man with wisdom full of wisdom. She showed a memory expression: "No matter what, you have given me the most important guidance, which is an incredible treasure to me."

"Well?" Dumbledore's memory tone was slightly curious.

"You told me that harnessing magic is just as important as knowing oneself, and that you also tell me to follow your heart." Hermione said softly, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "Where is the treasure, the heart is." "That's right." Hermione walked towards the center of the auditorium, which is now completely renewed, with the golden dance floor extending to the feet of every guest from Classroom Seven, who stepped on the floor with curiosity.

Two ghosts floated through the air.

"I heard that outside is preparing for the 426th Quidditch World Cup."

"It's really enviable. I've participated in 322nd class"

Felix and Hermione looked at each other through the ghost's shadow. Felix stretched out a hand and led Hermione into the dance floor. Hermione was a little dazed. It was not until the two danced on the dance floor that she realized this familiar feeling. At the fourth-grade Warriors dance, at the wedding of Bill and Fleur, on Mars, and at the wedding that belonged to them two years ago, every dance represented a further relationship between the two.

"How long can we dance?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!