Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

"Qin!"

That pleasant voice called out again.

Then, Qin Yu looked toward the direction from which the sound came, and a petite figure rushed toward him like a gust of wind. Just as he raised his arms, the figure threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Hermione? What brings you here?" Qin Yu asked the little girl in his arms with some surprise.

"Hehe, isn't that a pleasant surprise?!" The little girl raised her face and said to Qin Yu with a smile.

"Mmm, what a pleasant surprise!" Qin Yu couldn't help but ruffle her brown hair.

After not seeing her for half a year, Qin Yu noticed that Hermione's hair had grown quite a bit longer, almost reaching her waist.

"And Mom and Dad are here too." Hermione let go of Qin Yu and pointed in the direction she had come from.

"Hermione, why are you running so fast! Wait for us!"

The speaker was Mrs. Granger, who was slightly out of breath, followed by Mr. Granger.

"Aunt Jenny, Uncle David!" Qin Yu quickly greeted them.

Mrs. Granger was naturally very happy to see Qin Yu and held his hand tightly.

Mr. Granger then kindly helped Qin Yu get his suitcase.

However, he stumbled and almost fell while lifting the suitcase because it was so light and he had used too much force.

Although the suitcase was lighter than he had imagined, he quickly realized that it was summer and Qin probably hadn't brought many clothes.

"Mom and Dad got lost and didn't know where to wait for you. Luckily, I spotted a lot of boys and girls behaving strangely, and I guessed they were the wizards who came home with you for the holidays. So, I followed the direction they came from, and sure enough, I found you!" Hermione said with a hint of pride, sharing her "deduction."

"Yes, that's a very clever method!" Qin Yu praised.

"Right? I think I can be Sherlock Holmes!" the little girl said happily after receiving the praise.

"And what about me?" Qin Yu pointed to himself.

“You are Watson, of course!” Hermione said, pinching a non-existent pipe, and said in a serious tone, “Oh, my dear Watson, this case is actually very simple!”

"Hahaha!" "Hahaha!"

Hermione's performance drew laughter from the Grangers, who were sitting in the front seat of the car.

Yes, they were happy that their daughter and Qin were talking about things they already knew, not about the magical world, so they could understand.

However, once my daughter starts school, we'll probably talk about some strange things, like how to fly on a broomstick or how to make pea vines grow to the sky.

The Grangers had this thought almost simultaneously.

By then, their daughter will be drifting further and further away from them, won't she?

The two looked at each other and saw reluctance in each other's eyes.

However, Hermione was ultimately from a different world than them...

"Qin, would you do that?" Hermione made a finger-opening and closing motion with her hand.

"What's so difficult about this?" Qin Yu followed suit and started doing it too.

"You can do that too?! Then I'll try another one!" Hermione said, quite unconvinced.

"Okay, then you'll have to come up with something a little more difficult," Qin Yu said.

"It's definitely going to be difficult!"

Mrs. Granger smiled as she watched the two children in the back row playing what seemed like a boring game, feeling a sense of relief.

Yes, even if Hermione is in another world, at least Qin is with her.

Just then, a familiar, broad hand covered Jenny Granger's hand, conveying a message to her: I will always be with you.

Mrs. Granger felt a warmth in her heart and looked at her husband with deep affection.

In the front row were the Grangers, their emotions running high, while in the back were Qin Yu and Hermione, who had been reunited after a long separation and were chatting about various topics.

The car slowly drove them toward their warm and cozy home.

……

……

Mid-June, in the height of summer.

However, a secluded spot deep in a dense forest along the River Devon in Yorkshire appeared unusually quiet.

Hidden among the tall trees is a rather large estate.

In fact, if an ordinary person were to pass by here, they would only see some stones of various sizes, and would not see any buildings at all.

Only a select few humans can see it.

These special humans are called wizards, while ordinary humans are called Muggles by these wizards.

At that moment, a tall, slender man appeared at the entrance of the manor. Judging from his solemn expression as he looked at the manor, he was definitely one of the people who could see the true face of the manor, that is, a wizard.

The wizard lingered at the manor gate for a long time before waving a thin, long stick about the length of a forearm—the wizard's wand—and finally pointing it at the manor.

A beam of white light emanated from the tip of the wand and disappeared into the manor.

It was as if a transparent veil had been lifted from the manor, and the air began to circulate within it, turning into gentle breezes that caressed the ancient buildings.

Then, the wizard, wand in hand, stepped inside.

He walked across the wide road paved with huge stones, past a long-dried-up fountain, past the overgrown flowerbeds and lawns, and finally entered the hall of the manor owner's building.

In that hall stood a statue.

The statue is of a tall man wearing a robe, holding a round shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right.

The man stood tall, his gaze resolute.

Looking at the statue, the wizard who had just entered couldn't help but tremble.

"How ridiculous! He's just a statue. Why are you still afraid of him?" A contemptuous voice echoed in the hall.

“No, I’m not afraid of him, I just…” another slightly lower voice rang out.

"Oh, you hate him?" the contemptuous voice said with a mocking tone.

"...I just don't know what he was after, or what those people did for his ideals back then..." the deep voice said slowly.

"Hmph, for the world? For the wizards? For humanity? Hahaha, laughable! A person should live for themselves!" The contemptuous voice turned agitated.

“You don’t understand, some people are just like that…” the deep voice said.

"Hahaha! I don't understand? If I didn't understand, you would have died long ago! We would have died long ago! Stephen!" The contemptuous voice laughed loudly.

"I...I'm very grateful to you!" he said with a deep sigh.

"If you really want to thank me, then go find those people and see why they left in the first place, and why we were abandoned!" The contemptuous voice said with hatred.

"I will!" the deep voice said solemnly.

Then, a brief silence fell over the hall.

"What? You think you've experienced the warmth of humanity just because you're playing house with a little kid? Stephen, you need to understand that in this world, the only people you can rely on are you and me!" The contemptuous voice turned somewhat irritable.

"Are you afraid of something too?" a deep voice asked curiously.

“I’m not afraid! Never!” the scornful voice shouted.

"Yes, I know you won't."

The sounds in the hall disappeared again, and the wizard's figure vanished as well.

Only that tall statue remains standing there, as it has for countless days and nights over the centuries, motionless and never tired.

Below the statue is a long name. If you remove the middle part which represents various meanings, the name can be shortened to: Mosas Swinton.

A name that isn't very well-known in the magical world.

(End of this volume) — Pretending there are multiple volumes.

——Dimensional wall——

I've written 67 chapters, which means I've finished writing about the protagonist's first year. The next chapter will be about his second year.

Reuniting with the main characters from the original work will definitely be difficult to write. I guess I'll have to find time to reread the book and try my best to balance the original plot with the original plot.

Sigh, sweating it out suddenly makes me feel more energetic. The weather has been very changeable in many areas lately, everyone please take care of yourselves.