Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The commotion in the kitchen was quickly contained, and the two families sat down at the dining table.

"So, you are the Doctor Granger that Cliff often mentioned?" Elsa looked at the man with dark skin in front of her in surprise, "So you live in the next block?"

"Actually, I didn't expect that we were so close." Mr. Granger showed an awkward smile. "London is developing so fast. I mean, I was so busy that I didn't even notice that there was an extra person next to me. Community.”

"I know!" Little Hermione raised her hand like a student who wanted to speak.

"Huh? Huh? What do you know, dear?" Mr. Granger was a little confused.

Little Hermione stood up and said clearly, "It was built three years ago. That day, my father took my mother and me to eat Easter eggs from Mrs. Michelle's house."

Mr. Granger slapped his head and suddenly realized, "It turned out to be that day, hey, I actually forgot about it."

The atmosphere at the dinner table soon became lively, and both parents began to chat about clothing, stocks, jewelry, luxury watches, travel, etc.

It turned out that the two families unexpectedly clicked together.

"This year we took Robert to the flower-growing country." Cliff happily introduced, "That's Robert's aunt's house. They are very kind people."

"Really?" Mr. Granger was surprised. "I remember the book said that the custom of kneeling is still popular there, but it is very rich and full of gold."

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Robert doubted that Mr. Granger was reading ancient books from many years ago.

"Dad..." Little Hermione showed a helpless expression, "What you are reading is "The Travels of Marco Polo"."

"Of course, I bought the latest version this year!" Mr. Granger said proudly, "In order to let you learn more knowledge, I chose the latest research."

Forgive Robert, he really wants to laugh now, but he can't say it out loud.

Little Hermione scratched her head, sighed, and said, "Dad, although that book is the latest to be printed, it was written in the thirteenth century. Maybe, it was more than thirty years after the establishment of Parliament?" As she spoke, she raised her right hand and made a "little bit" gesture with her thumb and index finger.

"Yes, is that so?" Mr. Granger seemed a little dumbfounded. "Why do such early books have to be printed repeatedly, with slogans such as the current situation of the flower-growing country?"

Cliff laughed out loud, "Because retro style has become popular this year!"

Mr. Granger didn't understand the joke.

He said he would go to the bookstore and ask the hateful boss why he was deceived by a book whose content could be called an antique.

After lunch, Mr. Granger and Cliff went to the study to discuss things, while Mrs. Granger and Elsa sat in front of the fire and chatted.

As for the two little guys.

Aisha said, Robert, you are the brother, so take your sister to play!

This was a bit depressing. Robert didn't dare to let little Hermione enter his room. If she discovered the secrets related to magic, she might be sent a letter if she told the Grangers.

After thinking about it, Robert took people to the dollhouse.

Since the witch hunts in the Middle Ages, wizards have also put a lot of effort into integrating into the Muggle world.

Now, Robert is also taking pains to hide his identity.

There is such a dollhouse.

As a normal Muggle child, isn't it normal to have toys?

And Cliff is not short of money.

Cliff, who was far away in the study, sneezed.

The dollhouse is a bit bigger, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

With this in mind, Robert took people into the attic, where there were many toys piled up, neatly classified and placed on wooden shelves.

Not only did Robert benefit a lot from this trip to the Flower Planting Country, Elsa and Cliff also got some small things, such as the "dust-proof array", which sounds very down-to-earth. If wizards have such a thing, They'd certainly be lazier than using a descaling charm.

This thing is also very simple to use, it is still paper tape, just tear it off and stick it around the corner.

The effect lasts for one year.

If it weren't for the fact that the wizarding world couldn't be spied on by Muggles, Cliff felt that he would definitely be able to sell this thing as the flagship product of their store!

It's so easy, isn't it?

Robert didn't take little Hermione to see the things that boys liked, such as simulated swords and guns, but instead took her to see more cute toys.

"Is this a gingerbread house?" Little Hermione looked curiously at the upside-down "fish tank" in front of her, and couldn't help but reach out and poke it. White powder flew up from the bottom and landed on the eaves inside the ball. It looked like it was snowing.

"It's snowing!" Little Hermione exclaimed, her eyes wide open and she looked so cute.

Robert introduced, "This is a snowflake crystal ball, which can create a scene like snow."

"So beautiful!" Little Hermione subconsciously reached out her hand, hesitated, and then looked at Robert, "Can I touch it?"

"Okay!" Robert took down the crystal ball and handed it to her. The little girl was so happy that she couldn't stop looking at the crystal ball.

"You can shake it so that the snowflakes will sink and float in the ball, making it look like it's snowing." Robert guided the little girl how to play with the crystal ball. Suddenly, there seemed to be an extra weight on her feet.

When he looked down, he saw that it was the white tiger.

Dragging two thick cotton pads, Robert invited her to sit on the floor.

Little Hermione didn't feel anything was wrong, and the cotton pad was extremely soft! It feels like a sofa when you sit on it!

"Where can I buy this?" Little Hermione held the crystal ball and huddled in the cotton pad like a doll. She asked doubtfully, "I don't seem to have seen it in the store. Is this a new product from your convenience store?"

Robert held his chin in one hand and scratched the chin of the white tiger who came to rub against the sofa with the other hand, and said casually, "It's not a product, I made it myself."

The little guy Bai Hu was wilted after he woke up. He probably realized that he was buried in the snow and was a little suspicious of Mao Sheng.

"That's awesome!" Little Hermione praised, and then she saw a certain cat in front of Robert, "It's a cat!"

"It's called White Tiger." Perhaps because he felt comfortable being served by Robert, White Tiger turned over, revealing his soft belly.

Little Hermione's eyes widened, filled with irresistible desire for the stuffed creature.

"..." Robert hesitated a little. If it was an opal, he would have handed it over long ago, but if it was a white tiger...

Wait... wait a minute!

Robert's expression became stiff. He seemed to have forgotten to feed the opal!

That stupid guy wouldn't just wake up and go downstairs in a daze!