tampered with the past

Time passed quickly.

I looked at the gray and gloomy profile of Harry's grandfather, and asked the biggest confusion in my heart: "Why did you tell me this? Since you never intended to let people know..."

Fear seized my heart in an instant: "You didn't intend to let me speak out, so you dare to tell me the truth. Because I will not remember, my memory will be deleted, and my past will be tampered with?"

"I'm sorry." I couldn't feel any sincerity of apology in Harry's grandfather's voice, "but you can rest assured that there will be no adverse reactions, and I promise you that you won't even be aware of your memory been edited."

"is it?"

I turned around in surprise.

A familiar voice, a familiar figure.

It's grandma!

"Hermione!" Harry's grandfather stood up suddenly, and the barrel fell to the ground due to his movement.

"Why?" Grandma said, her voice was cold and fragile, "Why do you decide my life? Why?"

Grandpa Harry was silent.

"Why you just don't understand... Between us... We..." Grandma sniffled, and she changed the subject abruptly, "Remember? The wand chooses the wizard."

Harry's grandfather remained silent.

"Didn't it ever occur to you? In first grade, I used your wand; in seventh grade, you used mine. I never beat you, but your wand is willing to My allegiance; though, you never defeated me, my wand will serve you."

"Hermione..." Harry's grandfather said sadly, "Stop talking."

The grandmother's shoulders were trembling slightly: "You know? I can accept a Harry who doesn't love me, but I can't accept a Harry who escapes. We have survived so many storms, and we have never been afraid of such a powerful Voldemort." , Could it be that we are going to surrender to a dark shadow that is not even considered human?"

Grandmother was shaking her head: "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled to being in love but not being together. I'm not reconciled to letting Rose wander forever on the edge of life and death. I'm not reconciled..."

"Please stop talking!" Harry's grandfather yelled.

Grandmother walked towards him step by step: "What if I insist? What are you going to do? Give me a forgetting spell? Promise me that I will forget everything? Tell me..."

"That's not me! That's not me!" Harry's grandfather said hoarsely, "I... How could I... I love you so much! How could I..."

"I know." The grandmother embraced the crying grandfather Harry: "I love you too, so please don't let me leave."

I quietly exit the hut.

Outside the house, the gray and white outline of the castle is still majestic, but it is a little more peaceful and soft.

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