Braun's Grandmother
"Goodbye, Hermione!"
"Goodbye, Braun!"
In front of the Leaky Cauldron, they bid farewell to each other, watching the car slowly leave. Braun followed Professor McGonagall back to the bar.
"Professor, would you like a drink or two?" Old Tom couldn't help asking.
Professor McGonagall waved her hand. "No, I have to send the child back." She pointed to Braun. "It's already noon; let's go after lunch! Hannah! Hannah, hurry up and prepare sandwiches and pumpkin juice for your professor and classmate."
"Got it, Grandpa!" The chef replied. It didn't take long to see a girl about Braun's age carrying two glasses of pumpkin juice and two sandwiches on a wooden tray.
"Well, thank you, Tom," Professor McGonagall sighed. In the end, Tom's kindness was not dismissed. This also made old Tom's smile even better. He pulled his granddaughter over and introduced her to Professor McGonagall.
"This is my granddaughter, who is also starting this year. Seriously, I hope she gets into Gryffindor. But other houses are good too. Of course, this does not include Slytherin," he sighed and stroked the little girl's hair pityingly. "All houses are the same, Tom; don't always be biased," Professor McGonagall said, trying to persuade.
Braun looked at the little girl in front of him with great interest. The protagonist is the so-called iron-strong Hannah Abbott. Seeing this little girl, Braun was naturally curious. The other party's appearance was not amazing, but it looked very attractive and gave off a sense of solidity and hard work. No wonder Gryffindor swordsman Neville chose her as his wife. It seemed that Braun, a mischievous boy, had been peeking at his granddaughter.
Old Tom pulled Hannah behind him vigilantly and gave Braun a stern look, signalling him not to think about his granddaughter. However, Hannah sneaked a few shy glances at Braun.
The sandwich was not big, and two people ate it quickly. Regardless of old Tom's objections, Professor McGonagall left two Sickles on the table and then took Braun out of there using the Floo Network.
"Professor, why don't we Apparate directly?" Leaving the common fireplace, Braun couldn't help asking. Compared to the more troublesome Floo Network, he still preferred Apparition. Although that feeling wasn't very pleasant, it felt like the whole person was being squeezed into a rubber tube.
Professor McGonagall flicked the dust off her green robes and pursed her lips. "Frequent Apparitions are not good for young wizards; it is said that this kind of magic can affect a wizard's height. However, I think Apparition may also have an impact on young wizards' magic. In comparison, the Floo Network is more suitable for young wizards."
Braun nodded hastily. He didn't expect that Apparition could have such hazards. No wonder learning Apparition is only in the fifth year or even after graduation. If he hadn't listened to Professor McGonagall's explanation, he wouldn't have known about this.
'In the future, if I can avoid it, I will!' Braun thought to himself. "Okay, let's go! Your house should not be far from here, right?" Glancing at Cassatt, who was wearing bags of varying sizes, Professor McGonagall turned to Braun and asked.
"Yes, professor, it's just across the village," Braun replied. The two of them walked through the mountain village from the other side along the path. Because Professor McGonagall had cast a spell in advance, it didn't attract the attention of the Muggles working in the village.
"Professor, let's go in and have a cup of tea. I'm bothering you today." Standing outside the manor, Braun invited Professor McGonagall.
"No, Braun..." Before she could finish speaking, they heard a bang. A woman wearing a dark brown cloak, carrying a leather bag, and wearing a somewhat outdated women's pointed hat from the last century appeared. On her shoulder stood an old crow. Beside her was a house elf with bat ears and huge eyes.
"Grandmother?" Braun subconsciously called out, and Professor McGonagall, who had drawn out her wand, also relaxed.
"Augustus! You startled me." The old woman laughed a few times. It seemed that her voice was a little sharp because of her age.
"McGonagall, you are still the same; you haven't changed at all! If you ask me, you should have stayed in the Ministry of Magic; maybe you would be the Minister by now." Professor McGonagall ignored her, pointing to Braun. "I delivered your grandson; enough has happened at Hogwarts recently. I don't have time to catch up with you. I'll leave first." With that, she disappeared with a bang.
The old woman curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but she still hugged Braun affectionately. However, the scent of incense and alcohol made Braun feel a little uncomfortable.