Four Privet Road, a quiet and ordinary Muggle home, where Harry's aunt and Harry's family lived, and where Harry grew up, a place that wasn't warm for Harry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hermione looked curiously at Harry Potter's residence, "Nice place, Harry." ”

Harry could barely squeeze out a smile, he didn't want to go home at all.

"I'll help you unload your luggage. Duran's car was just an ordinary sedan, and the two children had so much luggage that they had to put their luggage on the roof of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Duran. ”

"Harry, what are you going to do with these old first-year books, should you collect them, or sell them in Diagon Alley?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"I would keep all my first-grade books in my room and spend the whole vacation reviewing until I received my second-grade list. Hermione said what she was going to do.

It was a good suggestion, but Harry didn't have a room yet, and if he had to live in a stairwell, he wouldn't be able to fit it.

Hermione apparently noticed that Harry's mood was not right, and her other classmates came home with this bitter melon face: "Harry, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Looking at the door, Harry took a deep breath, his heart heavy and his steps filled with lead.

"I'll ring the doorbell for you. Duran had already pressed the doorbell.

"Who is it?" a woman replied with a brisk step from behind the door.

The door opened, and a thin middle-aged woman opened the door, wearing a homely floral skirt and a bib, and her face immediately dropped when she saw Harry: "It's you, who did I think?

Harry was stunned, he didn't even know he had a room.

Hearing the woman's shrill howl, Hermione couldn't believe her ears, this was a loved one?

"The room next to the toilet on the second floor is yours now, lazy thing. Aunt Petunia was so angry that she hated Harry: "Come upstairs, and then come down to work, do you hear that?"

"I hear you, Aunt Penny. Harry immediately grabbed his luggage and walked up the stairs, which was a rare opportunity.

Hermione was completely stunned, this is home, God, this is hell, and this woman is an old nun.

Poor Harry Potter.

"You can go, we don't welcome any wizards here. "Bang, the door is closed.

Duran didn't say a word.

"Dad, is this really Harry's home?"

"I'm afraid so, but Harry's parents are dead, and this is supposed to be Harry's relative's home. ”

"Even relatives aren't so cold-blooded. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, she felt sorry for Harry.

"Forget it, let's go home, since Harry didn't ask to leave, it means that he can still hold on to his life. Duran said that it was a shame for these adults to vent the resentment of the previous generation on their children.

Back at her home, looking at her loving parents, sisters, and godmother, Hermione suddenly felt a hundred times luckier than Harry Potter, and although she was not a legend, her family was happy.

"Hermione, I'm going to have to spend the next two months with you Aunt Grace, how about we go around Europe?"

Summer vacation is happy for all children, except Harry Potter. Every day he craned his neck to receive letters from his friends, but he didn't have a single one.

And his aunt and uncle hadn't allowed Harry to go out, so he had been working at home, and then he was staying in his room, a larger cell. Nothing seems to have changed, his semester at Hogwarts was nothing more than a dream, and if it weren't for the owl Hedwig sent by Hagrid in the room, perhaps Harry Potter would have thought he was crazy.

"Hedwig, why hasn't there been a letter? "Harry talks to owls every day when he has time, but he's a parseltongue, not an eagle. Hedwig just stared at Harry with round eyes.

Compared to Harry's misery, Hermione's life was nothing short of fireworks, shopping in Paris, skiing in Sweden, and Robin led her to magical villages elsewhere in Europe.

Because wizards had an efficient way of moving, office and commercial areas were concentrated, but settlements were scattered, and pure wizard villages were found all over Europe and in different styles. There are even some wizards who deliberately build their houses on the wilderness, and there are no people within a radius of hundreds of miles, anyway, they have Floo powder and a portkey to go out easily.

The reason why Robin visited so many wizarding villages was because he wanted to investigate. With Duran's support, Robin is finally going to start promoting the skate shoe race, which is to compete for speed. She needs to set up a track for multiple occasions, wilderness, farmland, countryside, town, just like the F1 format, with points earned by ranking each race, and the winner with the most points in a season.

However, due to the wizarding magic, there are still a lot of rules to be made, and Robin is ready to spend a year launching the Skate Shoe Race tomorrow summer.

Back in London, it's almost time to start school, and Duran takes Hermione to Diagon Alley to buy books.

"I wasted the whole summer, I can't believe I really wasted two whole months. Hermione was now complaining, apparently suffering from back-to-school syndrome and worrying about her grades again.

"You have two more days to preview your homework. Duran laughed.

Hermione thought so, but she quickly put on a small face, because she saw that the bookstore was actually crowded, and if she wanted to go in, it would probably take a long time, maybe an hour or two: "What's going on? Isn't this a bookstore with very few people all the time? Why are there more people than the snack shop this year?" Hermione always thought that few people but her would love the bookstore so much.

Duran saw a banner of a man named Gilderoy Lockhart running a book signing: "Isn't this your second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but you have all the books of Mr. Chu Lockhart clearly written on your book list." ”

Hermione wanted to cry without tears.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't think two days is enough for me to finish that many books. Hermione thought of something very serious.

Duran Xin said that there is no one to treat novels as textbooks, and his daughter is still worried about not having time to read these novels, and she really doesn't know what other strange things will happen in the new semester. (To be continued.) )