After a dinner, the semester came to an end, and the little wizards boarded the Hogwarts Express again and returned to King's Cross Station.
In order to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles, a maximum of three students are allowed to pass through the wall at a time.
Near the exit of the platform, there are also many employees of the Ministry of Magic wearing Muggle costumes. When necessary, they will modify the memories of Muggles who find abnormalities.
After leaving platform 9?, Neville looked around in the crowd, seemingly a little anxious, because he didn't see his grandmother.
Luo Fu, who was carrying a small black suitcase, couldn't help but joked: "Neville, your grandma couldn't have found the wrong platform, right?"
"It's a good thing I found the wrong platform. I was just worried that she would forget that I have a day off today." Neville said with a sad face.
At this moment, an old lady squeezed out of the crowd. She was wearing a green robe, a fox fur scarf, and a pointed hat on her head. The hat was decorated with a big vulture. In her hand was a big red leather bag.
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This outfit immediately attracted everyone's attention. The red and green outfit was very vulgar, and the big vulture on the hat made it even weirder.
But the old lady walked with sonorous and powerful steps, and she just wore a style that went against the trend of the times.
Even Hermione was stunned. She stared hard at the big vulture, thinking about the mental state of the wizard who made the hat while working.
"Grandma!" Neville shouted timidly.
The old lady hummed and walked straight towards the group of people. She first glanced at Neville, then looked at Rolf and Hermione, and said kindly:
"Neville, is this your friend?"
Neville lowered his head and whispered: "Yes, some of my best friends..."
Mrs. Longbottom looked at Rolf carefully, stretched out a withered hand and said:
"I know you, Rolf Scamander... son, Neville wrote to say that you helped him a lot and spoke highly of you."
"Help each other, ma'am. I also learned a lot from Neville." Rolf shook hands with her.
"Rolf, you are so humble, just as humble as your grandfather Newt." Mrs. Longbottom looked at Neville along her pointed nose with stern eyes, she shook her head and said:
"Neville is a good boy, but he is not as talented as his father, and his magic talent is mediocre."
"Neville is very talented in herbalism, and Professor Sprout likes him very much." Rolf raised his eyebrows at Hermione and asked, "Isn't that right, Hermione?"
The girl who was still staring at the big vulture quickly nodded in agreement.
"Really?" Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Neville, who was blushing, and seemed a little surprised. She extended her hand to Hermione and said:
"You must be Hermione Granger, right?"
Hermione was surprised to hear Mrs. Longbottom knew her name, and shook her hand.
"Neville said you are the smartest witch she has ever seen, and you are both excellent children..."
Hermione blushed a little.
After chatting for a while, they said goodbye and separated. Mrs. Longbottom walked in front, Neville followed, and asked in a low voice: "Where are we going, Grandma?"
"St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you haven't been there for a long time. Frank and Alice miss you very much." Mrs. Longbottom paused and said:
"Your mother saved a lot of wrappers for Chuibao Super Bubble Gum for you and hid them all under the pillow."
"I..." Neville clenched his hands into fists, tensed his body, and murmured softly: "I miss my father and mother too. I have a lot of school things... to tell them."
Mrs. Longbottom's withered and old face had no tears left to shed, but it still looked particularly heartbreaking. She reached out her hand and stroked Neville's head lovingly.
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After Mrs. Longbottom and Neville walked away, Hermione was still staring at the big vulture, and she softly sighed:
"Mrs. Longbottom doesn't seem to be as scary as Neville said. She seems quite kind."
"That's because we are not her grandsons and granddaughters." Rolf explained: "Many elders are like this. They are very kind to outsiders but very strict with their own children. But I feel that Mrs. Longbottom loves Neville very much, but she doesn't
Good at expressing."
"What about your grandfather, Mr. Scamander?" Hermione asked curiously, "Is he kind?"
"It's not a matter of being kind or not, he's autistic." Luof thought for a moment and said, "His autism is more severe than mine."
"..."
Hermione found that she had been with Rolf for so long that she almost didn't recognize the word "autism."
"By the way, Rolf, I have something to ask you..."
Hermione's voice suddenly became very gentle. She took out a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" from her bag, handed it to Rove, clasped her hands together, and begged:
"Can you get me an autograph... Mr. Scamander's?"
"No problem." Luofu put the book away and said with a smile, "Should I sign it for you now?"
"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head in confusion.
"Don't you want my autograph?" Rolf pointed to his nose and said, "Isn't Rolf Scamander Scamander?"
"What I want is Mr. Newt Scamander's signature." Hermione pursed her lips, stared at Rove, and said angrily: "I don't want yours!"
"Do you really not want mine?" Luo Fu said bitterly: "My handwriting is much prettier than my grandfather's?"
Hermione laughed angrily at the young man's appearance, and said firmly: "No!"
"Why are you so cruel?" Rolf sighed and said seriously: "Hermione, if you have a child in the future, he may be like Neville, telling his classmates...'My mother is really scary.'
"
"..."
"I want to die with you!"
Hermione pulled on Rolf's clothes, as if she really wanted to kill him and then commit suicide, but she suddenly stopped and ran towards a young woman.
The young woman seemed to have been observing for a long time. She looked at Rolf with the same curious expression as Hermione just stared at the big vulture on her hat...
"Mom!" Hermione grinned: "Why are you alone, where is my father?"
"Your dad went to park the car. It's really hard to find a parking space around here. He walked around for a long time and couldn't find a space."
The woman pushed away Hermione's furry head that deliberately blocked her vision. She looked at Rolf and smiled:
"Who is this?"
"Hello, Auntie, I'm Hermione's classmate. My name is Rolf Scamander." Rolf walked over and said hello naturally and generously.
"Oh, you are Rolf?" The woman looked at the boy up and down and said with a smile, "Hermione mentioned you in her letter. You are even better-looking than she described."
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Hermione stamped her feet, blushed and gritted her teeth: "When did I say he was good-looking?"
"Well, you didn't say it, I did, okay?" The woman grinned, "What were you two doing just now? Why do I think you are bullying others, Hermione?"
"Mom, who bullied him? He bullied me!" Hermione screamed. She glared at Rove and said, "Who bullied whom? Tell me!!"
"Auntie, Hermione really didn't bully me... nor hit me... she usually... wasn't like that just now..."
Rolf had a 'grieved' expression on his face, as if he was forced to say something against his will due to Hermione's threat.
"Don't punish her when you go back... Otherwise she will go back to school... Sigh... I'm used to it... There's nothing to be afraid of anymore..."
Hermione: "..."
Seeing that Luofu's description was getting darker and darker, the girl was so angry that her front teeth were almost broken.
The two parties chatted for a while, and then Rolf declined Hermione's mother's invitation and left alone, carrying a small black suitcase.
While walking on the road, the woman said earnestly:
"Hermione, although Rolf has a good personality and looks very honest, he is still a classmate. You should not bully others casually in the future. Do you understand? This is not good."
"..." Hermione wanted to say, where does Rove have anything to do with honesty?
"Hermione, what do Rolf's parents do?" the woman asked curiously again.
"His mother is a teacher at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and his father and grandfather have similar careers to my father's."