I was expelled from Hogwarts?

After a dinner, this semester came to an end, and the little wizards boarded the Hogwarts Express again and returned to King's Cross Station.

To avoid attracting the attention of Muggles, no more than three students are allowed to pass through the walls at a time.

Near the exit of the platform, there are also many employees of the Ministry of Magic in Muggle costumes. When necessary, they will modify the memory of Muggles who find abnormalities.

After leaving platform 9, Neville looked around the crowd, seemingly anxious because he didn't see his grandma.

Rove, who was carrying a small black suitcase, couldn't help but tease: Neville, your grandma won't find the wrong platform, right?

It's okay to find the wrong platform, I'm afraid she'll forget that I'm on holiday today. Neville cried sadly.

At this moment, an old lady squeezed out from the crowd, wearing a green robe, a fox fur scarf, and a pointed hat on her head, decorated with a big vulture, and she held a big red leather bag .

This attire immediately attracted everyone's attention. The red and green attire was very vulgar, and with the big vulture on the hat, it was even more weird.

But when the old lady walked, her footsteps were sonorous and powerful, and she insisted on wearing a style that went against the trend of the times.

Even Hermione was stupefied, staring intently at the vulture and thinking about the state of mind of the wizard who made the hat at work.

Granny! Neville called timidly.

The old lady hummed and walked straight towards them. She first glanced at Neville, then looked at Rove and Hermione, and said kindly:

Neville, is this your friend?

Neville lowered his head and whispered, Yes, my best friends...

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Rove carefully, stretched out a withered hand and said:

I know you, Rolf Scamander... son, Neville wrote to say that you have helped him a lot and think highly of you.

Help each other, ma'am. I've also learned a lot from Neville. Rove shook hands with her.

Rove, you are so humble, almost as humble as your grandfather Newt. Mrs. Longbottom looked down at Neville with stern eyes along her pointed nose. She shook her head and said:

Neville is a good boy, but not as talented as his father, and his magical talent is mediocre.

Neville is very talented in herbal medicine, and Professor Sprout likes him very much. Rove raised an eyebrow at Hermione and asked, Isn't that right, Hermione?

The girl who was still staring at the vulture hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Really? Mrs. Longbottom looked at Neville, who was blushing, and seemed a little surprised. She extended her hand to Hermione again and said:

You must be Hermione Granger?

Hermione was surprised to hear Mrs. Longbottom knew her name, and shook hands too.

Neville said you were the smartest witch he had ever seen, and you are all excellent children...

Hermione blushed a little.

After chatting for a while, they bid farewell and parted. Mrs. Longbottom walked in front, Neville followed behind, and asked in a low voice, Where are we going, grandma?

St. Mungo's Hospital, you haven't been there for a long time. Frank and Alice miss you very much. Mrs. Longbottom paused and said:

Your mother saved you a lot of wrappers for Super Bubble Gum, and they hid them under your pillow.

I... Neville clenched his hands into fists, his body tensed, and he murmured softly, I also miss my father and mother very much. I have a lot of school things...to tell them.

Mrs. Longbottom's withered and old face had long since shed no tears, but she looked particularly heartbreaking. She reached out her hand and lovingly stroked Neville's head.

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After Mrs. Longbottom and Neville walked away, Hermione was still staring at the big vulture. She sighed softly:

Mrs. Longbottom doesn't seem to be as scary as what Neville said, she looks quite kind.

That's because we are not her grandson and granddaughter. Rove explained: Many elders are like this. They are kind to outsiders but strict with their own children. But I feel that Mrs. Longbottom loves Neville very much, but she doesn't Expressive.

What about your grandfather, Mr. Scamander? Hermione asked curiously, Is he kind?

It's not a question of being kind or not, he's autistic. Rove thought for a while and said, He's a little more severe than my autism.

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Hermione found that she had been with Rove for a long time, and she almost didn't know the word autistic.

By the way, Rove, I have something to ask you...

Hermione's voice suddenly became very gentle. She took out a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them from her bag, handed it to Rove, clasped her hands together, and begged:

Can I get an autograph... from Mr. Scamander?

No problem. Rove put the book away, and he said with a smile, I'll sign it for you now?

Huh? Hermione tilted her head in confusion.

Didn't you want my autograph? Rove pointed to his nose and said, Isn't Rove Scamander a Scamander?

What I want is Mr. Newt Scamander's signature. Hermione pursed her lips, stared at Rove, and said angrily, Not yours!

Do you really want mine? Luo Fu said bitterly, My handwriting is much better than my grandpa's?

Hermione laughed angrily at the boy's appearance, and she said firmly: No!

Why are you so fierce? Rove sighed, and said solemnly: Hermione, if you have a child in the future, he may go around telling his classmates like Neville...'My mother is terrible'.

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I want to die with you!

Hermione tugged at Rove's clothes, as if she really wanted to kill him before committing suicide, but she stopped suddenly and ran towards a young woman.

The young woman seemed to have been observing for a long time. She looked at Rove with a curious look that was exactly the same as Hermione's staring at the big vulture on the hat just now....

Mom! Hermione grinned, Why are you alone, where is my father?

Your father went to park the car. It's really hard to find a parking space around here. He couldn't find a parking space after wandering around for a long time.

The woman pushed away Hermione's furry head, which was deliberately blocking her view. She looked at Rove and said with a smile:

Who is this?

Hello, Auntie. I'm Hermione's classmate. My name is Rolf Scamander. Rove walked over and greeted her naturally and generously.

Oh, you're Rove? The woman looked the boy up and down, and said with a smile, Hermione mentioned you in the letter, you are prettier than what she described.

Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? Hermione stomped her feet, gritted her teeth with a blushing face, When did I say he was good-looking?

Well, you didn't say it, I said it, okay? The woman grinned, What were you two doing just now? How do I think you're bullying others, Hermione?

Mom, who bullied him? He bullied me! Hermione cried out, she glared at Rove, and said, Who is bullying whom? Tell me!!

Auntie, Hermione really didn't bully me...nor hit me...she usually...isn't like that just now...

Rove had a 'wronged' expression on his face, as if he had to say something against his will because of Hermione's threat.

Don't punish her when you go back...or she will go back to school...well...I'm used to it...there's nothing to be afraid of...

Hermione: ...

Seeing that Luo Fu's drawing was getting darker and darker, the girl was so angry that her front teeth were about to be crushed.

The two sides chatted for a while, and Rove declined the invitation of Hermione's mother, and left alone with a small black suitcase.

Walking on the road, the woman said earnestly:

Hermione, although Rove has a good personality and looks very honest, they are all classmates. Don't bully them casually in the future, you know? This is not good.

... Hermione really wanted to say, where did Rove have anything to do with honesty?

Hermione, what do Rove's parents do? The woman asked curiously again.

His mother is a teacher at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and his father and grandfather have similar occupations to mine.

A dentist too?

no.

doctor?

Magical Creature Conservationist!

Speak a word you can understand.

Hermione grinned and said:

veterinary!!

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