tampered with the past

Until the Hogwarts Express took me away from my homeland, I still didn't know what my mother was hiding from Malfoy.is it about meOr about my father?

I don't think I know anything, about my mother, about Malfoy, about Mr. Weasley - whether it's Hugo Weasley, or Ron Weasley.

The day after Uncle Weasley's visit, a guest even less welcome than himself showed up at the manor.I guessed his identity from the saber-rattling between him and Malfoy before he announced his name.

"Grandpa?" I tried to call out.

"Oh! Oh!" He seemed a little hesitant, "So... so, you are Xi Shizawa, aren't you?"

Malfoy sneered.

This is far from the deep affection between my grandparents and grandchildren that I imagined in my mind. Under normal circumstances, should there be such hesitation?It's like... like he doesn't think I'm his grandson.

"Don't be silly, Weasley." Malfoy's tone was full of sarcasm, "Of course he is Sisser, don't you think this kid looks a lot like Mudblood Granger! Except for the hair - if I remember correctly, Mudblood hair isn't black, what color is that? Mudblood?"

"Shut up! Malfoy!" The yell seemed to take all of my grandfather's courage, and I could hear his voice trembling in the breeze.

"What? Are you going to duel with me?" Malfoy said arrogantly, "Scarhead and Mudblood are not by your side, are you sure you can really leave standing?"

"The mudblood you're talking about is unfortunately your grandson's grandmother!" I was irritated by Malfoy's mouthful of mudblood.

Ms. Hermione Granger is the person I admire most after Harry Potter and the only woman I admire.It is impossible not to admire her superb magical skills during the war-torn times and her absolute loyalty to her friendship.

In that dark age, she was the only one who followed Harry Potter steadfastly, and would never leave him no matter the sword or fire.

Such a great woman is my maternal grandmother.I was delighted by the fact that I longed to see her, so longed, that I thought she must long to see me, too.However, her grandfather came, but she didn't come?Is this a signal?It implies that she is actually unwilling to face up to my existence-after all, I am not only her blood, but also the blood of the Malfoy family.

"Why didn't grandma come to see me with you?" I asked my grandfather.

"Well...she wants to come, but the department is too busy to leave. She is that kind of person, and everything is a mess without her."

Malfoy snorted loudly, but neither I nor my grandfather paid him any attention.

For the rest of the day, my grandfather and I talked about many of his heroic experiences in his youth, including escaping death from the eight-eyed spider, bravely breaking into the Chamber of Secrets, and fighting the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic... Although everything was different The historical records I have read do not match, but I am still very happy to hear him talk about the past with great pride, and silently replace the red-haired boy with the green-eyed savior in my heart.

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