章節 737: Epilogue: Hap
Fred's expectations were not far off, but there was someone to liven up the atmosphere.
Of course, Valen herself was unaware of this, and thus she enthusiastically led the Granger couple around the various rooms. "I remember the last time I visited the house was built on a cliff." Mr. Granger said thoughtfully.
"That was an oversight," Felix recalled, "There were a lot of seabirds nesting down there."
"I thought it was because the front door was facing the cliff outside." Mr. Granger said. It wasn't, Felix thought to himself, that was the best part of the design. He specifically made two couches at the main entrance, facing the sea, but unfortunately, cleaning up bird droppings was a big problem. There were just too many anger-inducing birds.
Mrs. Granger stared at Valen's cradle bed, which was filled with Valen's all kinds of necessary equipment, a small hat, a travelling cloak, an exclusive wand, and a bedtime storybook.
"How well-prepared." She said with an odd look on her face.
Hermione said in a more positive tone, "There was a fish tank before--" "With little fishes?" Mr. Granger asked curiously. "Oh, uh," Hermione suddenly panicked a little, "you know about the Selma Lake Monster, right? It's pretty much the same kind - just a little smaller ..."
Mr. Granger muttered in disbelief, "I read in the paper that it was depressed due to lack of freshwater."
"Maybe it's homesick, Norway's a pretty long way from here." Felix smacked his lips.
"Makes sense." Mr. Granger said.
Over dinner, Felix and Hermione told the Grangers about many of the island's attractions, and the Grangers mentioned the recent changes in London, "Quite a few people waiting for the telecast." "It's the same on the island. Even after several renovations of the tournament venue, it can only hold up to half a million spectators, and that's still with magic involved. So some people will only get to watch one or two games, though it's certainly possible to hold a good carnival at the end of the World Cup ..."
The four of them along with Valen ate and drank their fill while chatting leisurely, Mr. Granger got up from the table and went to the window in the drawing room.
"What's this?" Mr. Granger examined the beautifully shaped, thin-mouthed bottle on the shelf with shallow layers of fine sand at its base with interest; he thought the silver grains must be laced with some interesting magic; they seemed to breathe.
"It's a memory." Hermione came over to say, motioning for the fine sand to come out of the bottle, the cork spun open automatically, and the silver grains of sand slid down the neck of the bottle, flashing the silhouettes of Felix and Hermione.
"You went to visit a tomb?" Mr. Granger asked in surprise, he vaguely saw a headstone but failed to read the words on it.
"Hmm." Hermione said softly, "To meet a ... very complicated person."
It was the place Grindelwald had selected for his final period of seclusion; one day when Felix was studying time magic, he saw a glimpse of Grindelwald's final period in the mirror, so he and Hermione made their way over to see it. The surrounding scenery was picturesque. The two of them erected a stone monument and headstone, and then the stone monument was hidden away using magic.
Hermione and Mr. Granger returned to the dining room, bringing back some desserts on the way, while Felix and Mrs. Granger were still chatting, Hermione sat down next to him. "What are you talking about?" Mrs. Granger immediately shut up. Felix grabbed Hermione's hand and wrote on her palm. Hermione struggled to decipher it, the first letter was B, the second letter was A, and halfway through the third letter, her cheeks turned scarlet.
"We are not in a hurry to have a child, it is not too late to have one at sixty." Felix said with a straight face.
The Grangers sucked in their breath in shock. Hermione glared at him, "Of course, we won't wait until we're sixty."
"We can help to look after the baby." Mrs. Granger said hastily, a dreadful voice still echoing in her head 'sixty ... sixty ...' She quickly poked her husband in the ribs with her elbow, and Mr. Granger seriously said, "Yes, since you are relatively busy in general ..."
"Hermione and I discussed this matter very seriously, only a few days ago." Felix said.
"But there isn't even a parenting book in the study." Mrs. Granger inquired.
"Actually, there is." Felix said, giving a wink, at that moment Valen yelped from the couch, rummaging through her pocket and pulling out a Parenting Book, and then pulled out a glass for herself as she pretended to read through it.
The Grangers' were dumbfounded.
"You guys - are you planning to leave your baby to be raised up by a Niffler later?"
"... that's wrong." Felix said seriously, "Valen will just impersonate, I don't know if you realize, that the size of Valen is about the same size as a baby; Hermione sometimes practices with her, I've secretly watched ..." He stopped talking. Hermione's fingers already carried 'bison power'.
"An after-dinner drink!"
Felix snapped his fingers cheerily and four cocktails and a glass of juice immediately appeared in the air, he pushed the juice with a straw to Valen, then asked with interest, "Anyone wants to add cherries or lemon slices?"
"I like cherries." Mr. Granger's attention was drawn away, "Can I get a little spoon to scoop them up?"
...
After settling the Grangers down, Felix and Hermione lay on the bed, the scene in the room changed the moment the two of them slumped down, they were pillowed on the soft grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, with the breeze blowing against their feet.
"So tired."
"It's okay, everything was taken into consideration."
"Including The Parenting Book thing?"
"Ahem, my common topic with them would be you, in our first official meeting we talked about your childhood and school days, the second meeting revolved around the dental health of wizards and magical creatures, and that one turned out to be the best ... because I gifted a pair of movable dragon skull to your father, who seemed to have liked it ..."
"Yeah, he loved it so much that he couldn't bear to sleep without it at night," Hermione said with a smile, "although Mum was less than pleased about that."
"That tells us one thing, that you have to give up something to get something." Felix said with a poker face. Hermione laughed a little too hard, that her hair got messy, when she had laughed enough she pulled her hair back together and found Felix staring at her earlobe.
"Does ... it looks good?"
"As good as the Book of Rune."
Hermione winked.
"Is it my Book of Rune, or yours?"
"Well ... this one."
A falling leaf fell from the sky and Felix reached out to catch it, turning it into a pair of earrings and putting them on Hermione.
"... Well there's nothing to compare when I am yours, and you are mine."
Hermione put her one hand on Felix's chest, brilliant runes spread at her fingertips, Felix's home clothes turned into a tuxedo, and she pulled Felix up from the grass with one hand, "Wanna dance, Professor?" She asked as the illusion shattered as the couple stood by the bedroom bed.
"It's too small here." The next second the two disappeared from the room.
A few moments later, Valen bounded in on her short legs and stared at the empty bedroom. The two guys had run off again, and this time where had they gone? A series of secret base names flashed by, desert, rainforest, under the sea, the moon, inside the floating island ... but it depends on what they want to do, if it is a fight, the archmage and near archmage level wizard has a fewer range of options, the desert, the moon and space are all okay.
Felix and Hermione's month on Mars was not all stargazing or dry discussion of magic, as the world's only two wizards with the Book of Rune, one of them still treading on the threshold of enlightenment, the only way to verify magic is: unreservedly wielding your magic hundreds and thousands of times.
Exasperated, Valen sat in the doorway, pulling out the parenting book, and began to take notes.
Hogwarts.
Hermione, dressed in a bright goose-yellow evening gown, looked around wide-eyed; Felix was no longer there. She walked along the stairs, and a "poof" sound emitted, then a dwarf levitated in the air, it was Peeves Ghost, Hermione could not help but smile when she saw his appearance.
It seemed like Peeves had been forced to change his clothes, a bit like the butler's outfit Dobby loved to wear, Peeves looked downcast, his dishonest black eyes trying to shine with sincerity, as he held an invitation in his hand.
"Beautiful Lady, are you lost?" He read the lines.
"Oh, um-" Hermione said jovially, "Yes."
Peeves cursed in a small voice, then immediately put on a surprised look, "What a lovely coincidence, there's a ball around here, if you would like to--" Looking at his expression he was obviously expecting Hermione to say no, but Hermione smiled and said. "Thank you, Peeves, please lead the way for me."
Peeves bounced down the stairs and Hermione pulled on her skirt to follow.
As they approached the great hall, the melodious music was faintly heard, and Hermione took a deep breath and walked in. The room was filled with people.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione blurted out in surprise.
"I don't know if I can agree with that," Dumbledore's memory body said cheerfully, "I was listening to chamber music in classroom seven when Felix suddenly appeared and asked if I wanted to attend a ball."
Hermione seemed to see a wise, white-bearded old man through the young face, and she wore a reminiscent expression, "In any case, you gave me the most important advice, and it proved to be an incredible treasure for me."
"Hmm?" Dumbledore's memory body tone of voice slightly turned curious.
"You told me that mastering my magic is just as important as recognizing myself and that I should follow my heart." Hermione said softly, and Dumbledore smiled, "Where the treasure is, there the heart is." "Exactly." Hermione walked toward the center of the great hall, which now looked completely new, with a golden dance floor stretching to the feet of every guest from Classroom Seven, who stepped through it with curiosity.
Two ghosts floated through the air.
"I heard that the 426th Quidditch World Cup is under preparation outside."
"How enviable, I've been to the 322nd ..."
Felix and Hermione looked at each other through the shadow of the ghosts, and Felix reached out a hand and led Hermione to slide on the dance floor. Hermione was in a bit of a trance, and it wasn't until the two were dancing on the ball floor that she understood this feeling of déjà vu - at the fourth-year Tournament of Champion's Ball, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, on Mars, and at their own wedding two years ago, each dance represented a further step in their relationship.
"How long can we dance?" Hermione asked in a whisper.
"About a thousand years," Felix said, "I guess."
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