Hermione's "Dark History"

Chapter 7 Hermione's "Dark History"

Brook had originally planned to fry two steaks for dinner, but was invited to the Granger house by Hermione.

Mrs. Granger had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

It was nicknamed the "Potato Extravaganza".

Baked Potatoes, French Fries, Mashed Potatoes.

Brook looked at the two dishes on the table that resembled Chinese food and felt a slight ache in his teeth.

Kung Pao Chicken and Sweet and Sour Pork were dishes he had taught Mrs. Granger before.

But why did they only "resemble" Chinese food?

Because Mrs. Granger had made brutal improvements to them.

Kung Pao Chicken is a representative dish of Sichuan cuisine, known for its sweet and sour taste.

But Mrs. Granger had added orange juice and various sweet sauces.

Not only was there no sourness, but it also looked sticky.

As for the Sweet and Sour Pork, although the method wasn't greatly altered, she had barely added any sugar.

The soul of Sweet and Sour Pork was gone.

Definitely Dark Cuisine.

During dinner, the conversation naturally turned to Hogwarts and magic.

Hermione seemed unusually excited.

She chattered non-stop about her experiences in Diagon Alley.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger listened to their daughter's stories with smiles, but their hearts were filled with worry.

Although they supported their daughter's decision, they were filled with fear regarding the unknown realm of magic.

Mr. Granger was silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Brook, there's something I'd like to ask of you."

Brook looked up, "Don't worry, I'll take care of Hermione."

"Who needs you to take care of me, I can take care of myself!"

Hermione's little head was held high.

Mr. Granger looked at Hermione, his eyes filled with doting and helplessness.

Then he turned to Brook again.

Brook gave him a reassuring look.

Hermione lived to the end of the story, what could happen to her at school?

Brook didn't eat particularly well at this meal, but he was definitely very full.

He was full from watching the show.

Although it wasn't the first time he had eaten at the Granger house.

This was, however, the first time Mr. Granger had drunk in front of him.

Clearly, Hermione's impending departure for Hogwarts had put quite a bit of pressure on him.

So much so that he had a few extra drinks.

And then he started talking a lot.

He began to recount Hermione's "dark history" from when she was little.

"She loved fairies from fairy tales since she was little. When she was five, she mixed all sorts of seasonings and things she could find at home to make a 'Magic Potion'. The fairies didn't appear, but she had a stomach ache for days, and we had to take her to the hospital."

Hermione covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled through her fingers: "Dad, please..."

But Mr. Granger was still lost in his memories, with no intention of stopping.

"She was really obsessed with fairy tales back then. Once, she wore a Crown, used a bedsheet as a Cape, and held a Fairy Wand, running around the house and muttering that she was going to save the world. She accidentally tripped over the carpet and fell face-first into the mud, her Crown askew. But after she got up, she brushed off the dirt and continued her 'adventure'."

Hermione's face turned as red as a ripe apple ⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄).

"Another time, she covered the entire living room wall with crayons. She drew some strange patterns: a barking Radish, a Skeleton Horse with wings, and a three-headed Puppy. She stood there, looking very proud, introducing us to her 'masterpiece'."

Hermione shot her mother a pleading look.

Mrs. Granger stood up, grabbed Mr. Granger by the ear, and forcibly pulled him upstairs.

Mr. Granger was still muttering as he walked.

"Hermione was really cute when she was little..."

Brook really didn't want to laugh, unless he couldn't help it.

Hermione glared at him fiercely: "You're still laughing, what's so funny."

Brook quickly waved his hands: "Mr. Granger remembers so clearly, it shows he really loves you."

"I know." Hermione's tone carried a hint of sweet helplessness.

Brook didn't stay at the Granger house for too long.

After all, he had already "eaten the melon," and it was time for him to go home.

Upon returning home, he took a shower and even washed his hands several times.

Although the system's lottery only required a thought and not his hands, he wanted to show sufficient respect.

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"Jade Emperor, Lord Lao, Tathagata Buddha, Victorious Fighting Buddha, Thanos, bless me."

As for why Jesus Christ wasn't included, his current identity was that of a wizard.

Brook clasped his left hand with his right, forming a Taijitu, and devoutly bowed in all eight directions.

"System lottery, five consecutive draws."

The system's prompt immediately sounded in his mind.

[Thank you for your patronage]

[Congratulations to the host for winning first prize: Occlumency]

No one can pry into the host's thoughts.

[Congratulations to the host for winning second prize: "Asian Sorcery"]

The host can achieve facial transformation through makeup skills.

[Thank you for your patronage]

[Congratulations to the host for winning first prize: Top-tier Dark Arts talent]

For any Dark Arts, the host will automatically master them upon seeing them.

Brook looked at the lottery results.

Three out of five, the probability wasn't low.

Moreover, he had obtained two first prizes.

Occlumency, in particular, left him quite satisfied.

He was already troubled by this matter.

The memories of Harry Potter in his mind were a trivial matter.

But the system was not.

An innocent man is often guilty when he possesses a treasure.

The next morning.

Brook's door was knocked on again.

"Brook, open the door. Don't hide inside and be silent, I know you're home. Open the door, open the door, open the door, open the door, open the door!"

Brook rolled his eyes.

Ever since he deliberately hid from Hermione once, pretending no one was home, but was seen through by Hermione.

Hermione's way of knocking on the door had changed to this.

"Coming, coming."

He quickly put on his clothes and opened the door.

Brook said to Hermione with annoyance, "Little girl, why are you looking for me so early?"

Hermione ducked down and directly squeezed through the door.

Her first action was to look at the plate on the coffee table, which was usually piled high with candy.

"Brook, where's the candy?"

"Dumbledore ate it all."

"How is that possible? He's so old, why would he like to eat candy?"

Brook rolled his eyes.

Was there any necessary connection between being old and liking candy?

"It's just... it's just, if he really ate that much candy, he'd get diabetes."

Hermione said, making a gesture of 'a lot' with both her hands.

"You didn't just come here for candy, did you!"

"How could that be? Of course, I came to study with you."

Hermione reluctantly took her gaze off the coffee table.

Brook then noticed that Hermione was carrying a small backpack.

He got a headache.

The last thing he wanted was to study with Hermione.

Anything else was fine.

This little girl had a problem with studying.

If there was something he didn't know, Hermione would definitely teach it to him.

And if Hermione didn't understand something, she would insist that he explain it clearly.

Even though he had already returned a lot of knowledge to his teachers.

But he lived in an era of information explosion, and his knowledge reserve was not something an 11-year-old little girl could compare to.

So he became a genius in Hermione's eyes.

Those times after school when she wouldn't let him leave were simply tragic.

However, facing such a cute little girl.

He couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he could only endure it.

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