The ice cream arrived quickly, topped not only with sprinkles that constantly changed color, but also with pretty, glowing chocolate frosting.
Only after getting her parents' permission did little Hermione pick up her spoon and start eating, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons.
As Su Ming ate, he began talking about House sorting. Advice given in a relaxed setting was more likely to sink into someone's subconscious.
"Hogwarts is divided into four Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I wonder whether Professor McGonagall told you anything about House sorting?"
Mr. Granger watched the crowds passing along the street. The bustling scene was completely different from ordinary human society. He had barely touched his ice cream, yet he seemed fascinated by the Magic World.
"No, Professor McGonagall didn't mention any of that. Her reply was very brief." Mrs. Granger picked up the conversation.
Su Ming nodded as though he understood. "Normally, House sorting is meant to be a surprise. Children are assigned to different Houses according to their nature so they can be taught according to their aptitudes, so they aren't told in advance, much less their parents. But since I felt an immediate connection with your family and especially like little Hermione, I can share a bit of insider information with you."
At the words "insider information," even Mr. Granger, who had been distracted by the passing crowds, came back to his senses. What did that mean?
It was like information from a university admissions officer—very important when choosing a major or something similar for one's child.
"Thank you!"
The couple sincerely thanked Deathstroke. Only Hermione blinked her eyes, taking advantage of her parents' inattention to gorge herself on sweets, though her little ears were perked up as well.
Su Ming modestly waved a hand and pushed his glass of