Hermione, Pheobe, and Mrs. Granger were deep in conversation.
Pheobe was telling Hermione about Beauxbatons, and the two were comparing the differences between their schools.
Mrs. Granger, who had little experience with the magical world, was very interested, so she listened intently.
The three of them didn't notice what Harley and Mr. Granger were doing.
Before long, they'd polished off two or three bottles of wine.
Especially after drinking Firewhisky, then downing a glass of Ice Champagne in one go.
The magical flames and magical frost met in their stomachs, creating a clash of ice and fire that didn't harm the body.
It was an incredible pleasure.
"Harley," Mr. Granger said, already quite drunk.
"How do you think Hermione's doing at Hogwarts? Has she made any friends?
"Honestly, that child has been a handful since primary school. Whenever she comes home for the holidays, you're the person she talks about most.
"I worry that you might be her only friend at Hogwarts..."
Before Mr. Granger could finish, Hermione turned around as if by telepathy, having heard what he said.
"Dad!" The girl's cheeks flushed as she tugged at her father's arm, but Mr. Granger ignored her.
"Harley, let me tell you, back when Hermione was in primary school..."
Hermione blushed even harder.
To stop her father from revealing all her little secrets and ruining her socially, Hermione decided to call in reinforcements.
She spotted the empty bottles on the table and immediately turned to complain to Mrs. Granger. "Mom, Dad's drinking again!"
"William!" Mrs. Granger had also noticed the empty bottles on the table, and her expression changed at once.
Since they had guests, Mrs. Granger only lowered her voice as she scolded him. "What are you doing?
"Didn't you say you were going to give up drinking? And you