tampered with the past

I don't know how I broke down Ron's grandfather's defenses, or maybe, Ron's grandfather has been waiting for someone to open his heart and let him pour out the secrets that are heavy in his heart——

Hermione Granger, my maternal grandmother, was never his wife, not Hermione Weasley.

Her husband was and always was Harry Potter, my maternal grandfather.

Let me start from the beginning!

Facing the accusation of "jealousy", Ron's grandfather did not refute, he just shrank his neck slightly, as if trying to hide his shame.

"Jealous?" His tone was full of self-deprecating, "Yeah! Jealousy! Jealousy of my best friend!"

Ron's grandfather's voice was getting lower and lower, and I had to prick my ears to barely hear him mutter: "Brave and fearless Harry, the savior. My mother likes him and wishes he was her son; my sister does too." Like him, wish he was her husband. Even..."

"Even my grandmother liked him."

Ron's grandfather finally turned his face to me: "I... I don't understand, why do you think so?"

"You said it yourself. You said you knew it was Harry that grandma liked."

"You... how do you know this." Ron's grandfather was shocked.

"Diary." I told the truth, "I stumbled upon Uncle Weasley's diary."

From the cloak I took out a copy of Uncle Weasley's diary, now reverted to normal handwriting, which I had intended to show Harry's grandfather.

Ron's grandfather took the diary, his hands shaking.

He turned the pages very quickly, and after a while, the diary was back in my hands.

"So..." Ron's grandfather started rubbing his hands again. While rubbing his hands, he said to himself, "So, he already knows? But why didn't he come to ask me, why..."

"Perhaps you haven't noticed, Grandmother cast a silencing spell on him."

My explanation made Ron's grandfather softly "oh", his voice could not tell whether it was sad or happy: "Yes... yes... to protect Harry..."

Grandpa Ron threw his head back, I'm not sure if he was doing it to stop the tears I couldn't see in his eyes.

"Want to hear the truth I know?" Grandpa Ron asked me after a long time.

I nodded vigorously.

To remember every piece of the puzzle.

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