Chapter 159 A Gift from Dumbledore

August 5, 1993.

There is less than a month left before the summer vacation. This is an ordinary day that cannot be more ordinary.

But today is also of great significance to Ino, his 14th birthday. Or, to be more precise, it is the day he enters the Kram Children's Welfare Home.

…

The sixth day at Newt's Manor.

In the morning, after washing up, Ino came to the restaurant to enjoy the breakfast carefully prepared by the house elves.

As soon as he sat down at the table, there were many more delicacies on the empty table, including a golden fried dumpling, a cup of freshly squeezed orange, and a small dish of bright hot sauce.

"Qiqi, Chinese food is great!" Ino exclaimed as he looked at the dishes on the table.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a light "bang" sound in the air, and a house elf about two to three feet tall and wearing a linen shirt suddenly appeared on the ground.

It seems that house elves and Gringotts goblins have some relationship, because they all have a pair of bat-like pointed ears and a pair of mismatched big eyes.

After the house elf appeared, the first thing he did was to touch his chest with one hand, and then he bowed deeply.

"It is Kiki's honor to serve Mr. Swinburne. I am sincerely happy to receive your praise."

Perhaps the house elves are not used to appearing in people's sight. After bowing and thanking, there was another slight sound in the air, and the figure on the ground suddenly disappeared.

However, fate seemed to have destined this day to be extraordinary.

Just as Ino was about to enjoy a hearty breakfast, a red light flashed across, and the second visitor appeared again.

Phoenix Fox appeared at the table with a packaged gift box. Unlike Kiki, who would still greet for a moment, Fox perfectly demonstrated what efficiency is. He put down the things without staying for a second, and disappeared in an instant.

But Ino was not annoyed. After all, they were not familiar with each other, and they could not expect others to be as clingy as cats and mice.

Unwrapping the letter tied to the gift box, it was Dumbledore's birthday gift, a thick book, as expected.

The book seemed to be very old, bound with twine and parchment. There was no name on the cover. After opening the title page, he saw a sentence written on it:

"The value of life does not lie in its length, but in the sacrifices we make for a higher goal - a tribute to every Dumbledore of the next generation."

When he saw this sentence, he had confirmed that this was a historical compilation of the Dumbledore family.

"What a great white wizard..."

Ino sighed with some emotion.

Perhaps Dumbledore's achievements are really not accidental. Even if there is no magic in this world, with his character, he will definitely be able to make a career.

What's more, this is a magical world where everything goes as planned.

...

British Isles, London.

In a three-story residential building in the Stone District of Manchester.

On the third floor, in a room with a sky blue cold tone, Hermione sat quietly at the table, holding her chin with both hands, and her arms gently resting on the table in a daze.

She was calculating the time. In another half a month, it would be the last week of the agreed summer vacation.

On the wall directly opposite her, there was a copy of the Daily Prophet, or a clipping, because it only had the front page content - a large photo of someone singing at the Hogwarts stadium.

"Even though I didn't ask, you won't take the initiative to sign for me..."

At the desk, Hermione pouted and murmured to the photo as if complaining.

Every time she saw this newspaper, she was very angry. Those people in the dormitory all had autographs, but she didn't! So she could only quietly post the newspaper at home, instead of posting the newspaper on the bed in the dormitory like some unrestrained and shameless girls.

Although she didn't take the initiative to ask Ino for it, this kind of thing...

"Knock! Knock!" The crisp knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in!" Hermione said, flipping open a book on the table, pretending to read and study.

"Ha! I knew that a girl was staring at the photo again." Mrs. Granger entered the door and just glanced at it, and she found her daughter's abnormality.

"Mom!" Hermione complained, "If you are free, why don't you go to the clinic to help Mr. Granger? Look, his hair is a little gray."

Faced with her daughter's teasing, Mrs. Granger asked back cleverly:

"Yes! I should help Mr. Granger. But what about you? Help Mr. Swinburne?"

"Don't make excuses for me anymore. At least...haha, at least you put the book straight, really!"

"Ah?" Hermione was surprised and looked down. Sure enough, Jane Eyre on the table was turned upside down.

Hermione stopped talking completely and began to fight silently with a silent power.

But her silence seemed a little funny to Mrs. Granger: "It's nothing, really! You are also 14 years old."

Glancing at her silent daughter, Mrs. Granger walked to the bed and sat down, talking to herself:

"Just like this book "Jane Eyre", it is regarded as a model of modern women's novels. Why is it praised like this? It's not only because of the protagonist Jane's attitude towards love. I think it's more because of Jane's wisdom. Facing Rogers and Rivers, she can distinguish between love and affection."

After Mrs. Granger finished speaking, she stopped. She knew her daughter very well. She was smart and opinionated since she was a child. There were some things she could only say.

For a long while.

"Thank you, Mom! I probably know what love is. It's not like the novels, which are full of pastoral descriptions."

As Hermione spoke, her eyes turned to the window.

Although London does not rain as frequently as October in August, it does not experience long-term drought. Through the window, I can see dark clouds approaching on the southern skyline, accompanied by gusty winds.

There will probably be a thunderstorm.

Hermione retracted her distant gaze, and then spoke slowly:

"Just like Jane, her journey to pursue love is always full of twists and turns. But if a gust of wind or a few drops of rain can stop me, how can such laziness prepare me for the future I plan for myself?"

"Okay! As long as you understand." Mrs. Granger stopped persuading and looked at her daughter with a smile.

"The real wisdom is not to talk about yourself, but to learn to listen to others talking about yourself. But I like this child Ino very much. If I have the opportunity, I will bring him home again and let your father meet him."

"Ino doesn't like visiting other people's homes. I don't know what's going on." Hermione shook her head in annoyance. Her brown hair, which was smooth just now, suddenly became messy again.

"Don't shake your head! Either tie it up with a hairpin or buy some good hair smoothener. No one likes a girl with disheveled hair."

Mrs. Granger was a little tired. Her daughter seemed to be enlightened, but she didn't seem to be fully enlightened. She was still so unkempt.

The dark clouds in the sky were approaching at some point, and a gust of wind blew in from the window, making Mrs. Granger's already messy brown hair even more messy.

Likewise, this gust of wind also ruffled Hermione's hair.