A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

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In the suburbs of London, an English country-style single-family house.

On the walls of clear water red bricks and the double-sloped roof of brownstone and red tiles, the moonlight slides down like a playful child, and slips into a pink boudoir from the lattice of the fiberglass window.

In the room, wearing a black standard wizard robe and holding a fourteen-inch rattan wood wand, Hermione Granger was muttering to a broken porcelain cup on the table.

"Repair as before!"

"Repair as before!"

"Repair as before!"

The china cup and the shards of the china cup were motionless, and there was no intention of reunion at all.

The mouth gradually shrunk into a line.

Ever since she received the admission letter to Hogwarts and witnessed the amazing transformation of Professor McGonagall, she has been full of great enthusiasm for learning spells.

But even so, she should have followed Professor McGonagall's advice, not to use magic in the Muggle world, even if it was practice.

It's just... Hermione's mind recalled what happened to her family in Diagon Alley a few days ago...

Those whispers that were clearly low-pitched but just so she could hear...

"Hey, look, those two guys should be Muggles..."

"Well, I can't smell the sweet smell of magic, and the smell of dirty and dirty dust. How can Muggles appear in Diagon Alley?"

"Well, just look at that little girl. If I guessed correctly, it was two Muggles who gave birth to a Mudblood..."

Hermione looked up at Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger, and saw a rather uncomfortable wry smile on their faces, but it quickly disappeared.

Even if she was pampered and never liked to look at her face, she knew that it was definitely not a positive and happy expression.

This made Hermione angry.

In her mind, Mr and Mrs Granger are the best family in the world.

She would rather be scolded by others pointing at the nose and spit, than seeing her family members being humiliated for no reason.

But the problem is, she doesn't know what's going on. She's just a preparatory wizard who has just received the admission letter to Hogwarts, and her knowledge of the magic world is limited to what Professor McGonagall told her. And she can turn her table into a cute little pink pig.

Besides, she knew no more than any other eleven-year-old girl in England.

However, her history teacher once said: No matter what problems you encounter in your life, you can find the best answers from history.

So, in addition to buying the necessary books required by Hogwarts, she bought a few more books about the history of the wizarding world.

From these books, Hermione began to understand the makeup of the wizarding world.

It turned out that just like cats can be divided into purebred cats, mixed breed cats and country pastoral cats, wizards can also be divided into pure blood wizards, mixed blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards from Muggle families like her.

And more than a decade ago, there was a terrorist political movement of pure blood supremacy in the wizarding world. In this movement, Muggle wizards were persecuted inhumanly.

Knowing this information, Hermione easily understood the meaning of those words:

—Blood discrimination.

In her original school, a similar phenomenon existed.

It is not uncommon for white-skinned children to look down on dark-skinned children, and dark-skinned children to bully yellow-skinned children.

She just didn't expect that the magic world is like this. She originally thought it was a beautiful world like a fairy tale.

She felt a little disappointed, and immediately more than disappointed.

Her overly useful head made her quickly think of those wizard classmates she had yet to meet in the future.

Their father or mother are most likely pure-blood wizards and half-blood wizards who can use magic.

Did they inherit the knowledge of magic from the previous generation before they went to school, and then won the starting line?

How would they treat her, a Muggle-born alien?

These doubts seemed to be tangled in Hermione's heart, and even the magic of the spell couldn't stop her worrying, and she began to grow gloomy.

She even had the idea of ​​whether or not to go to Hogwarts. After all, she used to do well in ordinary schools and was very popular with teachers, so why should she go to a place that was not suitable for her?

Hermione's emotions were basically written on her face, and her drooping head was lethargic, which made the Grangers realize that something was wrong with her without any effort.

In the "chat" after a meal, under Mr. Granger's conscious or unintentional guidance, she finally revealed her concerns.

Then came a burst of enlightenment.

"Do you like magic?" asked Mr. Granger.

"Of course I do!" Hermione said without hesitation.

"How much do you like it?" Mr. Grager continued to ask while peeling eggs.

"..." Hermione lowered her head and did not speak. The Transfiguration performed by Professor McGonagall left a deep impression on her, and she felt that she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

"If you like it, don't give up easily." Mr. Granger said encouragingly.

But from Hermione's point of view, it was an outsider's face for granted.

"It's easy to say!" She curled her lips.

"What if you don't learn well? What if you don't like it? What if you are bullied? Mr. Granger! Don't laugh! I mean it! If you laugh again, I'll blow your dog's head with a spoon!"

She poured out her thoughts like beans in a bamboo tube, and then scolded Mr. Granger's irresponsible smile.

Mr. Granger tried his best to hold back his laughter, Hermione had never looked like this before:

"But I think this is completely unfounded. A good mind is really good, and it won't be useless just because of a different environment. And our Hermione is still so smart, and our grades are always the first. …”

"Hogwarts!" Hermione felt her alveoli expanding rapidly.

"Yes, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Hogwarts, even at Hogwarts, it must be excellent." Mr. Granger scratched Hermione's little wrinkled nose.

"Don't scratch my nose! What if it collapses! And it smells like eggshells!" Hermione said angrily, throwing away Mr. Granger's hand, "Even if you're right, I'm really smart, and The grades are also super good, but that doesn't mean you won't be bullied by others!"

"Some yellow-skinned children study very well, but they are still oppressed. Even because of their good grades, they have to help other children with their homework!"

"It can be seen that being smart is useless!"

These words made Mr. Granger stunned for a while, and he didn't know how to refute for a while with his mouth open.

After thinking about it, he decided to change the angle.

"But if you give up now, you will definitely not be reconciled when you look back. It is better to be brave and try it now than to be bitter with regret."

"If someone bullies you—" Mr. Granger raised his fist and slammed it on the dining table, causing the soup in the bowl to splash out onto the brand new clothes that Mrs. Granger just bought.

"You just beat him with your fist!"

Mrs. Granger looked at the unsightly stain on her new clothes, then looked at Mr. Granger who was sitting beside her, and nodded in agreement.

Then she clenched her fists and punched Mr. Granger in the head "severely".

"It's like this!" Mrs. Granger demonstrated herself.

Mr. Granger immediately collapsed on the dining table.

"...?" Hermione puffed out her mouth angrily.

Aren't you guiding her now?

Why did these two people suddenly show their love?