Chapter 7

Hermione’s impression of the magical world was not very good.

Along the way, they had already been mocked and ridiculed by several wizards.

At the Leaky Cauldron, there was even a wizard who drew his wand on them; fortunately, the other wizards there were still good, and they subdued that wizard together.

But Hermione’s impression of the magical world still plummeted.

At the same time, she also began to feel a little inferior about being Muggle-born.

Although it was only a little bit, this little girl who had been confident in the Muggle world indeed had great worries.

She worried, could she really enter Hogwarts?

She heard that everyone there was a wizard. ### CHAPTER 27

Would they draw their wands the moment they heard she was a Muggle-born little witch, cast a spell on her, or hit her on the head with their wands?

And she was also very worried about her father, Mr. Granger.

Compared to her, Mr. Granger had clearly received more malice from the magical world.

He was very angry about their encounters in the magical world.

For the sake of his precious daughter, he had endured it all the way.

But just now, a stinky man who pretended to be an aristocrat mocked him, and he finally couldn't control his temper and spoke out.

Why did everyone dare to mock him?

As a dentist with high status and prestige in the outside world, Mr. Granger couldn't stand this grievance.

These arrogant wizards!

If it weren't for Hermione needing to come here to go to school, he wouldn't even want to step foot in this dirty and messy place.

But after he finished speaking, he also had a moment of regret.

The methods of these wizards were strange and varied; he had just seen a wizard with toad-like lumps on his face.

Would this wizard turn him into that too?

Just when his mood was extremely bad, a small figure blocked in front of him.

"...vent on me... even if they are ordinary people, they are not existence that you can bully at will!"

Heavens!

This was still a child, a child who seemed to be the same age as Hermione.

How could he be so brave?

"Hermione, this is likely your future classmate. Are your classmates all this righteous?"

Mr. Granger asked in amazement.

Hermione shook her head.

How could that be?

Even the school she had stayed in since she was little had good children and bad children; how could everyone at Hogwarts be like this?

Although she didn't know Darren, she thought that such righteous people might not be that many.

After all, when Darren blocked in front of them, he didn't even have a wand.

He was a new student.

Clearly, he was also very afraid, but he didn't retreat at all.

In the next seven years, she might be able to become classmates with such a person. Thinking of this, Hermione’s anxiety about the future seemed to have lessened a lot.

Darren, of course, didn't know the thoughts of Hermione and Mr. Granger.

He had just received the 'Unlosable Wand' title and worn it firmly.

Although he felt this reward wasn't good, it was something he had worked hard to wait for to refresh.

He still needed to cherish it well.

His expression was calm, but he didn't know that Mundungus opposite him felt like he had been cursed.

He had just mocked a Muggle on the road, and the Muggle had actually mocked him back.

And just when he was about to let the matter rest and turn to leave, this little brat in front of him stood in his way, saying something about ordinary people not being existence he could bully.

Shit!

Where did Dumbledore find this little brat?

Why was he so meddlesome?

Even if he had intended to let it go before, he didn't want to now.

He, Mundungus, didn't want to have the reputation of being scared away by a first-year student!

"Little brat, do you know who I am?"

Mundungus said in a gloomy tone.

Darren shook his head.

He didn't know; he really didn't know.

He was just here to be a Saint Father.

"Our family has a tradition of chopping off the heads of disobedient children to use as decorations for murals!"

Mundungus looked at Darren gloomily, looking extremely terrifying.

"Ah!"

"A murderer!"

Hermione and Mr. Granger were both frightened by him.

Mr. Granger didn't know much about the magical world and had only communicated a little with Professor McGonagall, who had come to their house to notify Hermione to prepare for school.

He learned that more than a decade ago, a great war broke out in the wizarding world, and a group of thugs killed anyone they saw.

He originally didn't want Hermione to go to this school, but that serious lady had guaranteed him that with Dumbledore at Hogwarts, no one would dare to be presumptuous.

And if Hermione didn't go to the magic school to learn how to apply her magic, then as she grew older, she would likely lose control.

That was why Mr. Granger decided to send Hermione here.

But now he was truly scared.

How could there be such people in the magical world?

Killing children and hanging their heads on murals.

Although it sounded like something to scare children, combined with what Professor McGonagall said, Mr. Granger believed it deeply.

This wizard might be a murderer!

Heavens!

This wizarding world was too terrifying; he couldn't let his child go to school here!

He wanted to leave, leave immediately!

Losing control was better than being killed!

Hermione was also frightened, her face pale.

In her view, the wizard in front of her was threatening Darren on the surface, but in reality, this wizard was threatening them.

After all, it was Dad who offended this person first.

Darren was just helping them because he couldn't stand it.

But what should they do?

Should they apologize to this murderer?

Would he forgive them?

Why didn't the prisons in the wizarding world catch them all?

[Ding, detected an opportunity for the Saint Father system to play a role. Now issuing a temporary task: step forward with a pale face, and say in a trembling and fearful tone:

"Sir, then kill me, but don't kill them, okay? I am willing to die for them."]

[Ding, after the task is completed, you will receive the reward: Mundungus’s stealing ability. Does the host accept the task?]

Ah, this?

What did he need a stealing ability for?

And was the man in front of him Mundungus?

That thief from the original work? ### CHAPTER 28