When the Grangers returned from the dental clinic, they saw a messy hall.

The glass was broken all over the floor, the sofa was crippled, and the chandelier fell to the floor. The entire hall felt like it had been hit by a tornado, and not a single piece was intact.

As for the culprits, Raven and Hermione were standing aside like two little quails, looking like they were admitting their mistake with their eyebrows lowered.

"Tell me, what happened this time?" Mr. Granger rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and said angrily while motioning to his wife to get a broom to clean up the debris.

"Hermione (Raven) did it!"

Raven and Hermione almost reflexively pointed at each other at the same time.

After a moment, Hermione blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment. It had become a habit for her to accuse Raven of each other. It was also a subconscious action on her part, but Hermione knew very well that these strange things would only happen around her since she was a child.

It's a weird thing, so the little whirlwind before was probably the same.

"Okay, Hermione, go back to your room and reflect!"

Looking at the expressions of the siblings, Mr. Granger still didn't understand what was going on. He sighed, waved his hand and let the little girl go upstairs.

Similar things happened not once or twice. Mr. Granger also knew that his daughter did not do it on purpose, so he had no intention of scolding her.

Having just gotten into trouble, Hermione felt much more at ease now, nodded and walked upstairs.

Watching the little figure gradually disappearing on the stairs, Mr. Granger turned his head and glared at Raven angrily, "Can't you make your sister less angry in the future? You also know that Hermione is always angry when she is angry.

Some strange things will happen, so we’d better be careful!”

Raven chuckled but did not answer. Having read the original novel, he knew that this was Hermione going berserk as a young wizard with her magic power. It was a normal imagination, and naturally he would not be as worried and scared as Mr. Granger.

"You..." Looking at his youngest son's appearance, Mr. Granger knew that the other party didn't listen at all. He wanted to scold him, but he was a little reluctant to do so.

After being together for more than five years, he and his wife have long regarded Raven as their own child. After all, who wouldn't like a smart, sensible and beautiful child? Not to mention that Raven is like a little lucky star. After arriving,

Their family has good things going on, and even their business has improved a lot.

However, Mr. Granger still planned to talk to Raven again. In his opinion, what happened to Hermione was too weird. If possible, they had better control it and try not to let this happen again.

However, at this moment, Hermione, who had returned upstairs, ran down like a little rabbit, holding a letter written on parchment in her hand.

"Dad, you will never believe what I saw just now. An owl actually sent me a letter!..."

An hour later, in the Granger family's dining room, the four of them, the Grangers, Hermione, and Raven, gathered around the long table and read the mysterious letter sent by the owl.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin)

Dear Miss Hermione Granger: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will

Wait for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Sincerely, Vice-Principal (Female) Minerva McGonagall.

The content of the letter was not long. It only stated some basic information. It basically had no use except for a long list of necessary supplies. However, the appearance of the envelope was very unique, with emerald green ink, wax seal, shield crest, and so on.

Adding a capital 'H' letter surrounding a lion, eagle, badger and snake gives it an ancient and mysterious look.

"Dad, what do you think, can I go to this school?"

With an excited look in her eyes, Hermione asked eagerly. She didn't know what kind of magic this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had, but the word magic alone was attractive enough. Think about the magic in the legend.

All kinds of wonderful powers, thinking about those fairy tales and legends, Hermione almost subconsciously looked at Raven.

Looking at the little girl's malicious eyes, Raven's mouth sneered. With their years of fighting experience, he could guarantee that Hermione was definitely thinking about turning herself into a toad or other rude things at this moment.

It's just that the little girl is still too naive, she doesn't understand what the adult world is yet.

"Dad, this is a lie! How can there be such a thing as magic in this world? I think there may be some bad guy who has targeted my sister and deliberately made up lies!"

Mr. Granger, who was hesitant at first, suddenly changed his expression. After all, compared to the fact that there is a whole new world hidden outside his knowledge, a simple lie is more acceptable.

"Hermione, I think this matter may need to be reconsidered. Doesn't the letter say that you can reply before July 31st? It's only June now, let's not make a decision in a hurry!"

After looking at each other, Mr. Granger spoke softly and put the letter into his arms.

"How could you do this?!" Hermione was stunned. She never expected that the final result would be like this. It was obvious that her parents did not want her to learn magic.

The small circles under her eyes suddenly turned red. She glared at Raven who was gloating at the side and ran away crying.

Mrs. Granger hurriedly caught up to comfort her, while Mr. Granger took out the letter and studied it carefully, as if he wanted to find some clues from it.

The family stayed up late that day to clean up the mess in the living room and appease the awkward Miss Granger.

Walking in the corridor on the second floor, Raven looked at Hermione's closed door on the other side of the corridor, paused for a moment, then opened his own door and walked in.

Raven was stunned the moment he entered the room, because on the balcony of his room, a gray owl was squatting there, holding a letter in its beak that looked exactly like before.

Raven calmly stepped forward and took down the letter. Raven looked at the owl that slowly disappeared into the night, frowning slightly. He played with the letter and suddenly asked: "Prodigal, do you think I should go to Hogwart?"

Where is this?"

"If I go, it might be dangerous to follow Hermione. Then under the butterfly effect, I might be KO'd by the Parseltongue and his Death Eaters. That gay Deng is not a good person either, so I guess he will definitely be killed.

It's a form of play and development. Let me be a thug for little Harry. The most important thing is what if little Hermione tells me one day that she has fallen in love with a poor guy with pockmarked red hair. I think that I can

It will kill people!"

"But I would be a little reluctant if I didn't go. After all, I'm quite curious about magic, and little Hermione also wants to go there..."

Chatting like an old man, Raven began to walk around the room, his brows sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing, and he accidentally broke the glass he was drinking from.

After so many years in Granger's house, relying on the high-quality rice in the space and the feedback from his body in his previous life, Raven's current body has long been restored to health, and is even stronger than the average adult. At least he has been fighting in school these years.

He has never lost again, and he has always been first in sports competitions.

However, no matter how strong his body is, he is only at the level of an ordinary person. Faced with the power of magic, Raven still has some concerns.

It seemed that he finally couldn't stand Raven's talking to himself, and the prodigal son's lazy voice rang in Raven's mind.

"Either go hang out or die. I despise the green tea bitch like you the host the most. Why are you pretending when you obviously don't want what you want!"

"--Prodigal Son, you bastard!" The veins on Raven's head popped out, and he knew he wouldn't get anything good from this guy by asking Prodigal Son. This guy's mouth smelled as bad as a toilet.

But the next moment, Raven smiled again and scratched his head with one hand.

"But what you said, Prodigal Son, is quite reasonable. Just do it if you want. Magic, I really can't bear not to understand it!"

Staring at the bright moon rising outside the window, Raven's eyes reflected a mysterious color. His gaze seemed to have traveled through the world and reached a certain place directly.
Chapter completed!