Dumbledore Entrusts Loren to the Grangers

Early morning light illuminates a detached villa in northwest London.

The three-story house in Hampstead Garden on the outskirts of the city is not cheap, but for the Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who are both doctors and own their own dental practice, it wasn't too difficult.

Hermione opened her eyes from the soft little bed, her long eyelashes fluttering, and the snow-white ceiling and sky-blue walls came into view.

Isn't that the familiar curtains from Hogwarts students' beds?

She was momentarily dazed.

Beside the window was a small, snow-white painted desk, and in the corner stood a two-tiered low bookshelf. Scattered on the wall were picture frames, some of which were her handmade works.

The bright and refreshing color scheme is completely different from the dormitory at Hogwarts.

Hermione blinked, belatedly realizing that she was already on vacation.

"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger's voice, tinged with affection, came from downstairs. "Get up and have breakfast."

"Okay!" Hermione threw off the white floral-patterned blanket, shoved her feet haphazardly into her slippers, pushed open the door, and stomped downstairs.

Mr. Granger sat in his chair with his legs crossed, the Daily Mail in his hands completely obscuring his head.

"Good morning, Dad!" Hermione's voice was sticky and a little sleepy.

Mr. Granger popped his head out from the side of the newspaper, winking and teasing, "Who's starting her summer vacation?"

Wendell Granger wasn't a serious father, even though he was a medical school graduate. He was even a bit unsteady, but he was always fun, and patients said that being around him made their teeth hurt less.

Seeing her father's comical appearance, Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "Perhaps it's Mr. Granger. Wendell Granger and Mrs. Granger. Monica Granger, who have closed their clinic for two weeks."

Mr. Granger put down his newspaper and chuckled, "Isn't it because Miss Granger Hermione Granger wants to go camping in Dean Forest during the Christmas holidays?"

Hermione's smile widened as she hummed a broken melody as she went into the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth.

Unlike most people who eat breakfast before brushing their teeth, Granger house and his wife, both dentists, have always brushed their teeth before eating breakfast.

During sleep at night, bacteria and food debris accumulate in the mouth and produce acidic substances.

Soon, the three of them sat around the dining table, chatting and eating breakfast.

"What are our plans for today?" Mr. Granger asked without looking up, carefully spreading cranberry jam on a slice of bread.

Hermione tore the bread into small pieces, put them into the milk glass, and drank it like porridge.

Mrs. Granger was seeing this strange way of eating for the first time. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do wizards eat breakfast like this in the Wizarding World?"

Mrs. Monica Mrs. Granger was a remarkable woman who defied tradition and always embraced new and exciting things. Even though her daughter was different from others, Monica was incredibly proud.

However, she was somewhat worried that Hermione would become the typical wizard from the storybooks and TV series, with her eccentric behavior and bizarre attire.

Hermione put down her cup, licked the milk droplets off her lips with her pink tongue, and was taken aback when she heard this.

There is no such custom in the Wizarding World.

When she was in school, Loren always did this. After trying it, she found that it really saved time, and it became a habit.

This way of eating is indeed a bit crude.

Her cheeks flushed slightly. "No, no, it's just that it's faster to eat this way."

Monica was relieved to hear this.

With the minor incident over, Mr. Granger continued, "What are our plans for today?"

Monica, still in shock, quickly said, "Let's go to the mall and buy Hermione some clothes."

She wanted to carefully investigate whether her daughter, Hermione, had developed a distorted sense of aesthetics after a year at the mysterious wizarding school. She wanted to gauge Hermione's mental health by observing her clothing choices.

Wendell Granger nodded repeatedly, agreeing with his wife's suggestion.

However, his starting point was completely different from Monica's.

In the past, his daughter would have several new outfits every quarter, but because she went to Hogwarts boarding school, which is a closed school with a uniform, Hermione was still wearing the clothes he bought before the start of the school year when she came back.

For a growing child, the cuffs, pant legs, and other inconspicuous parts are already starting to feel a bit too small.

This won't do!

Wendell couldn't accept this situation; dressing his lovely daughter in beautiful clothes had been a long-standing hobby of his for the past eleven years.

He even felt a little regretful that when his family went out for the Christmas holidays, he hadn't thought to buy Hermione any new clothes.

And just like that, before Hermione could say anything, her first day of summer vacation was decided, and she would spend most of the day in the mall.

Not just summer clothes, but also autumn and winter clothes. Skirts, short-sleeved shirts, blouses, jeans, sweaters, down jackets—all kinds of clothing are available.

Monica discovered that Hermione's aesthetic sense was normal and she didn't have any psychological problems, so she let Wendell's father, who had been holding back for almost a year, play the dress-up game.

Hermione felt nothing but helplessness, utter helplessness.

At first, she accepted the idea of buying clothes, but when they tried on sweaters and down jackets in the mall, Hermione tried to resist, but was forcefully suppressed by her father.

In the sweltering summer heat, a family of three was looking at sweaters and down jackets. The sales assistant's gaze towards them was indescribable, as if she thought they were an adoptive family or a long-lost child who had finally been found.

What's even stranger is that there are actually stores selling winter clothes in this kind of weather.

The trunk of Wendell's black sedan was crammed with bags and packages of clothes, and the family of three had to make several trips back and forth to move everything.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and Hermione couldn't use Levitation Charm to float her clothes into the house. Although the Ministry of Magic couldn't detect it, Hermione was mindful of adhering to the Statute of Secrecy and didn't want anyone else to notice anything unusual.

Wendell Granger closed the door and muttered, "Next time we should go to that Italy restaurant on the Thames Riverside. It doesn't taste as good as it used to be since they changed chefs."

Nobody paid him any attention.

Hermione and her mother sat on the sofa, and Monica would occasionally pick up a hair clip and try it on Hermione's little head.

Hermione's eyes were vacant as she let Monica do her hair.

She tried on all the clothes she bought today. Nothing else, just tired, extremely tired.

"Is the food at the wizarding school good?" Wendell asked eagerly, sitting on Hermione's other side.

"You already asked during the Christmas holidays. Wizards aren't like they are in the TV shows; they don't eat live mice," Hermione said helplessly.

Her father was very curious about the wizarding world and full of imagination. But his imagination came from all sorts of amazing rumors and absurd stories.

"Perhaps we should have dinner at a restaurant," Monica suggested.

Jingle!

The doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Wendell's legs were still a little sore and he didn't want to move at all.

Jingle!

His answer was yet another doorbell ring.

He glanced at his wife and daughter beside him, both of whom looked busy and had no free time.

Wendell let out a heavy sigh, "Here it comes!"

He dragged his tired body to open the door.

"Who are you?"

Hermione heard her father's puzzled voice coming from the doorway.

The reply came from an old but powerful voice, "Hello, Mr. Granger, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You may call me Dumbledore."

Hermione's eyes widened, and she dashed to the door.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" she screamed.

Dumbledore smiled gently at her.

Seeing their reactions, Wendell knew that this was indeed the headmistress of his daughter's wizarding school, and he warmly welcomed Dumbledore in. His eyes lingered on Dumbledore's long white beard and white hair, looking left and right, then right again and again.

Wendell was completely unaware that a little tail was following Dumbledore in.

"Loren!" Hermione's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.

She went up to greet Loren, her eyes sparkling, her brows, and the corners of her mouth full of smiles.

For some reason, a smile involuntarily crept onto Loren's lips when he saw Hermione.

The story begins this morning.

Early in the morning, Professor Sprout of Herbology locked up the Greenhouse and left the school together with Madam Hooch of the Flying Class. Professor Flitwick and a group of faculty members also left by noon.

With only a handful of people left in the entire Castle, even preparing lunch for the House-elf was difficult.

Dumbledore also wanted to return to Godric's Hollow, but he didn't want to leave Loren at the school. After consulting with Loren, Dumbledore brought Loren to Granger house.

At first, Loren was nonchalant; after all, Hermione had invited him, and he was just going to accept the invitation. But as he followed Dumbledore empty-handed and was pulled inside by Hermione, he honestly started to get nervous.

The group sat down on the sofa, with Hermione, Loren, and Dumbledore on one side and the Mr. and Mrs. Granger on the other.

This was the second time Loren had met the Mr. and Mrs. Granger. The first time he met them, he thought they were just ordinary-looking white people who he couldn't even spot in a crowd.

I don't know if it's because I got to know Hermione better and developed a filter, but my impression of watching it this time was completely different.

Mr. Granger was a tall, thin, blond man with a receding hairline, and he was very enthusiastic. Mrs. Granger was also tall and thin, with a neat and efficient demeanor.

Loren couldn't see any resemblance between them and Hermione. He thought it might be because of their medical background; medical students are often overworked and tend to age faster.

Hermione tugged at Loren's clothes, her expression proud. "This is Loren, whom I mentioned before. He's my good friend."

"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you." Loren nodded somewhat awkwardly in greeting.

Dumbledore smiled kindly. "I am Miss Granger's Headmistress. You may call me Dumbledore."

Being suddenly visited by the headmaster of the wizarding school felt like being visited by a bishop of a church. The Mr. and Mrs. Granger were somewhat bewildered and at a loss.

"Hello, Headmaster," Monica was the first to react. "I'm Hermione's mother, Monica Granger. This is Hermione's father, Wendell Granger. May I ask what brings you here?"

Wendell snapped out of his daze, smiled and greeted Dumbledore, then got up to get some drinks from the refrigerator.

They would usually serve tea to guests, but since it's summer, chilled drinks are more refreshing.

He opened the refrigerator door and was faced with a difficult choice: milk, soda water, orange juice, and coffee.

As for Coca-Cola, the Mr. and Mrs. Granger, being a dentist family, weren't very fond of acidic drinks like Coca-Cola. However, after hearing from their young patients at the clinic that no child disliked it, they bought some to welcome Hermione back for summer vacation.

What should a little wizard drink?

Wendell subconsciously assumed that Loren, who followed the old wizard, was a Pure-blood little wizard, isolated from the world, and had never been in contact with Muggle society.

Kids love to drink cola, so what should the headmaster of a wizarding school drink?

He turned his head slightly, looked Dumbledore up and down, took a small basket and took out two bottles of cola and three bottles of soda, all of them in glass bottles.

The soda water was for the three of them, while the cola was for the two young wizards, one old and one young.

There was no particular reason, but Wendell thought it fit the wizard's eccentric nature.

Modern carbonated drinks and mysterious old wizards—they sound like a perfect match.

Dumbledore was answering Monica's question, "My student is currently without anyone to look after him for some special reasons. I heard that Miss Granger invited him to visit during the summer vacation, and I would like to ask you to take care of him for a while."

Wendell naturally placed the cola in front of Dumbledore and Loren.

Upon hearing this, Wendell and Monica instinctively conjured up a dramatic scene in their minds: a backward society, where loved ones were no longer around. Their eyes softened instantly.

Oh, poor child.

This is related to Loren's current captivating appearance; even after the blood mole between his eyebrows disappeared, he still had a pale complexion and rosy lips. What might seem eerie and alluring to Mary, it appeared exquisite to a child like Loren.

Such a child is endearing, and the Mr. and Mrs. Granger would naturally dote on him.

Monica looked at Loren with pity. "Poor child, Hermione told us about you. You helped Hermione a lot at school. Thanks to you, Hermione was able to fit in."

Wendell continued, "He could stay at our house for the entire summer."

Loren had a feeling that something was off about them, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Their enthusiasm made Loren think he was just not used to it.

He nodded and gave the Mr. and Mrs. Granger a shy smile.

The Mr. and Mrs. Granger felt even more sorry for him.

Both of them are highly educated and their jobs involve seeing patients, so they are quite knowledgeable about human relationships and know that one should not touch the scars of people who have suffered tragic experiences.

"Don't worry, we'll treat Loren well."

After making her promise, Monica quickly changed the subject, clearly not wanting to embarrass Loren. She looked at Dumbledore, "How is Hermione doing at school?"

Dumbledore's attention was on the bottle of black liquid in front of him. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "If you ask me, Miss Granger is the best freshman of the year."

Hermione blushed deeply and murmured, "Just call me Hermione, Headmaster Dumbledore."

She tugged at Loren's clothes with one little hand, twisting and turning, feeling her heart overflowing with joy.

I couldn't find official information about the Mr. and Mrs. Granger ' names (not in encyclopedias or Pottermore), but it's inconvenient to keep calling them Mr. Granger. Mrs. Granger. So I asked on ChatGPT and then searched for this answer. I found some results, but none clearly stated the source. I just used it like that, without any rigorous research. If anyone has official information, please kick me in the butt!