[HP] Linkos Ramirez

It was nearly midnight, and most people were asleep. Outside the house, only the street lights were on, and the small gardens next to the houses along the street were shrouded in deeper shadows.

Hermione vaguely heard a very subtle sound like an explosion, and she immediately went to the window to look out, but found nothing.

"Thinking too much?" Hermione was a little puzzled, it was quiet outside, the same as the countless nights before.

Hermione looked around carefully, especially the dark garden.Soon, she noticed what seemed to be a small white thing protruding from under a small bush.Hermione stared at it for a while, until she saw the little white part move, and she was sure there was something there.

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Hermione felt a little uneasy, she thought about it, and told herself that this was a Muggle neighborhood, and Voldemort didn't even make a move, so she probably won the first prize without that "good" luck.

In the end, following the urge in her heart, she walked downstairs carefully, opened the side door, and walked into the small garden.

She tried to walk lightly, with her wand in one hand and a thick hardcover book in the other.Probably Granger-style two-handed preparation.

The small garden was full of fine grass, and Hermione was careful enough, but it still made a little noise.

The little bit of white retreated quickly back into the bushes, and if Hermione hadn't been staring, she doubted she'd have been able to figure out which one it was.

Thinking of this, Hermione simply sped up a few steps and squatted down to clear the bushes.

"Ah—" The little thing hiding in the bushes made Hermione cry out, her guarded expression softened, she put down the book in her hand, and stretched out her hand towards the little thing.

The little thing flinched.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Hermione whispered.

The little thing seemed to understand, and finally didn't hide in other places, and obediently let Hermione catch him.

Soon, Hermione held the little thing in her hands.It was a white cat. Its long fur looked a little dirty and looked very listless.

Hermione held the cat in her arms and was about to take a good look when she suddenly felt the cat tremble.

"What's wrong?" Hermione felt something was wrong, she didn't bother to turn her head to get the book on the floor, and hurried back to the room.

I was about to turn back and go upstairs, when I heard footsteps upstairs, and then the lights were turned on, and the living room was brightened.

"Hermione?" Mr. Granger's doubtful voice sounded from the stairs. When Hermione looked up, she saw him still holding his golf club in his hand, staring wide-eyed.

"Um, Dad, I found a cat." Hermione revealed the cat in her arms.

Mr. Granger took a look and concentrated: "Oh, it's hurt." He didn't blame his daughter, but hurried downstairs, the living room was well lit, and the blood stains on the white cat's hind legs were clearly exposed .

Only then did Hermione realize what was wrong with the cat, and quickly put it on the table carefully. Mr. Granger also took the family medicine kit and approached. down him.

The white cat was obedient and quiet from the beginning to the end, but when Mr. Granger stretched out his hand towards its leg, it struggled to move back, even at the expense of the injury on its own leg.

Hermione froze for a moment, looked at the cat, and suddenly met the cat's gaze.Those were a pair of gray-green eyes, and Hermione lost his mind for a moment when they met, and then saw the poor little guy whimpering again because of the pain.

The pitiful little appearance made Hermione stretch out her hand, and rubbed its head in a soft voice: "My father has no ill intentions towards you, and the injury on your leg needs to be dealt with, is that okay?"

The white cat seemed to like Hermione very much, and its little head rubbed against her hand twice, finally relaxing a little.

In good time, Mr. Granger tried a second time to reach out, and this time the white cat finally stopped moving.

Carefully let the white cat lie on its side, exposing its left hind leg, even Mr. Granger's expression became serious - the inside of the leg was clearly soaked in blood, and even the abdomen was also covered in large swaths of blood red.

"Hermione, go get some hot water," Mr. Granger said as he ordered.

Hermione hurried to prepare hot water.

There was another sound from the other side of the stairs. Mrs. Granger waited upstairs for a while, but seeing that her husband hadn't returned, she followed her down.

"Honey, we have a little patient here who needs your help," Granger said hastily.

The family struggled for nearly half an hour, and finally cleaned up the white cat's wound.The wound was near the bend of the hind leg, a long one, and the wound was quite deep, and it seemed that a lot of blood had flowed out.

"The little guy is lucky. If it's dawn, it will probably be in danger." Mr. Granger took the scissors and cut off the last piece of bandage, and also adjusted the beautiful butterfly section that had just been tied on the white cat's left hind leg.

"Daddy, is it all right?" Hermione asked worriedly, looking at the weak white cat.

Mr. Granger nodded: "In fact, the wound is not bleeding much anymore. Observe for two days. If other symptoms appear, there is still time to send it to the pet hospital."

Hermione let out a long sigh of relief: "Can I hold it?"

Mr. Granger smiled and said, "Just be careful not to press on the wound. It's late now, go to sleep."

Mrs. Granger was more aware of her precious daughter's thoughts. She came out with a bowl of water in her hand: "We have no objection to you raising it, but Hermione, don't forget that you still have Crookshanks, take care of it And adjusting the contradiction between the two cats is what you need to ensure."

"Of course, Mom, and Dad, good night!" Hermione almost couldn't wait to hold the white cat carefully in her arms, and went upstairs after greeting her parents.

Putting the water bowl in a corner of the room, Hermione looked around the bedroom with the white cat in her arms, and finally chose to put it on her bed.

The white cat was very light, and it was only slightly dented on the soft bed. Hermione squatted down and looked at the white cat, and gently stroked it twice: "You can rest assured and heal your wounds."

The white cat glanced at her and closed his eyes again. It was probably very tired, and it seemed that it fell asleep immediately.

A ginger-colored figure suddenly jumped onto the bed from the foot of the bed, and Crookshanks, who was almost twice the size of the white cat, moved his flat head to the white cat for a sniff, and then let out a warning hiss. Voice.

Before Crookshanks' cry could fully come out, Hermione raised her hand and patted it on the head: "Crookshanks, go play aside, it's injured and needs to rest!"

Crookshanks shook his head, glanced at Hermione and then at the motionless white cat, turned around twice, finally jumped out of bed with a cry, and nestled back into its cat nest.

Seeing that the white cat was not woken up by fright, Hermione was relieved and unconsciously became happy.

She climbed back onto the bed, and made sure that the white cat was nestling quietly in the bed and fell asleep against the wall, finally planning to sleep.

"What should I call you?" She muttered, accepting the call of the Sleeping God.

The next day, Hermione felt as if she was being embraced by something warm and soft while half asleep and half awake. It was a very reassuring feeling and made her stretch comfortably.

Then, she finally opened her eyes, and at the same time understood where the warm feeling in the half-dream and half-awake came from.

A warm and furry thing was next to her, and Hermione could even feel the even and small undulations of the hairball.

She blinked, turned her head, and her mouth and nose were instantly surrounded by soft hair.Hermione inhaled subconsciously, and the itchiness between her nostrils made her sneezed loudly.

"Ugh-"

The white hairball made a soft sound.

Hermione also quickly raised her head from the hairball, just in time to meet the white cat's raised little head, and there was still a little haze in the big eyes.

"Good morning~" Hermione quickly smiled and said to the white cat.

The white cat blinked, as if it didn't understand at all.

Hermione couldn't help but raised her hand and patted her forehead: "I'm really a little dizzy." You must know that even Crookshanks, a cat in the wizarding world, might not be able to understand her words.

Immediately afterwards, she felt the white cat rub against her arm twice.

"Hello." Hermione picked up the white cat, rubbed its head until the white cat narrowed its eyes comfortably, and then said with a smile, "You see you are all white, so I call you Snowball." Bar."

The white cat paused imperceptibly, then narrowed its eyes again.

Crookshanks, who had always been lazy in the corner of the room, glanced at the person and cat on the bed, grunted, turned around and continued to sleep.

Anyway, Snowball did worry Hermione for a few days.

First of all, Snowball doesn't eat cat food.Regardless of whether it was the special cat food for the wizarding world prepared for Crookshanks, or ordinary natural cat food at different prices, Snowball didn't eat a single bite until Mrs. Granger tried to cook boiled chicken. Finally opened his mouth.

Secondly, Snowball doesn't sleep in the cat's bed, no matter where Hermione puts it, when she wakes up the next day, Snowball will sleep next to Hermione - there is no doubt that Hermione has no opinion on this issue, She also likes to see Snowball when she wakes up.

Third, Snowball's injury.Snowball didn't show the abnormalities that worried Hermione, and she didn't have fever or other inflammations, which was obviously a great thing.But Snowball's wound healed very slowly, and the gauze that was changed every day was stained with fresh blood.

Mr. Granger always felt a little emotional when he applied the medicine to the snowball. There is no doubt that the medicine would stimulate the wound and cause pain. He needed Hermione to fix the snowball to avoid the problem of escaping the first few times. After taking the medicine for the first time, Mr. Granger also realized that Snowball seemed to know how to endure pain.

Fortunately, with the understanding of Snowball's habits, the Granger family became more and more harmonious with Snowball.

"Hermione, I bought some nice prawns today, and I can give Snowball another meal." Mrs. Granger yelled to the family when she got home.

Hermione immediately got up from the sofa and ran over to take the dish from Mrs. Granger.

Even Snowball, who was lying on the sofa with her, hopped lightly a few times, and followed Granger and her daughter.

"Ah, Snowball has come to welcome me too." Mrs. Granger said with a smile exaggeratedly showing a flattered expression.

Snowball: "..." It opened its mouth, but still couldn't make a sound.

But the Granger family was used to Snowball's dislike of barking, so they didn't find it strange.

But Hermione and Snowball had the best time. She glanced at Snowball and said, "Why don't there be any shrimps to eat if it doesn't bark?"

"..." Snowball glanced at Hermione upon hearing this.

Hermione was also taken aback, did she see the feeling of "resentment" in Snowball's eyes.

"Don't bully Snowball, its injuries are not healed yet, and it needs to be nourished." Mrs. Granger showed her love for Snowball very well, and rejected the baby girl's proposal as a joke.

She put down her things and turned her head, only to see Snowball wagging her tail at her.

Snowball didn't have a single hair on its body, and it was very beautiful white, but this time it happened to be under the sunlight coming in through the window, and Mrs. Granger made a new discovery: "Hermione, come and see Look, isn't Snowball's fur a little golden?"

When Hermione heard the words, she came over and picked up the snowball that was about to run away, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded: "Yes, it has a very light golden color."

"Ah, our Snowball is a beautiful kitten~" Mrs. Granger happily hugged Snowball, put it on the table and rubbed her head affectionately.

Instead, Hermione looked at Snowball thoughtfully, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she said casually, "Mom, don't you spoil Snowball too much?"

"Could it be that the darling thinks that Snowball is competing with you?" Mrs. Granger laughed, and after successfully choking Hermione, she said with a smile, "Hermione, didn't you notice? Snowball is here You look a lot happier after that."

Hearing what Mrs. Granger meant, Hermione froze for a moment.

"Hermione, I know you are very worried about your friend." Mrs. Granger brought over the brewed black tea and put it in front of Hermione and herself. Father also thought about it for a long time. Then, while your father is not at home, can you tell me what kind of person she is?"

"Huh?" Hermione didn't keep up with the speed of the topic change for a while, and looked at Mrs. Granger suspiciously.

Mrs. Granger showed an exaggerated and sad expression: "After all, she has outperformed so many young men, and I will be curious."

In fact, the beginning of such a topic also shows that Mrs. Granger has finally passed the initial difficult period of acceptance, and can face this unexpected event calmly.

"..." For some reason, Hermione felt her face was a little hot.

Snowball squatted on another chair, looked at Hermione's reddened ear tips, and looked dumbfounded with her big gray-green eyes: "?!"

The author has something to say: In fact, there will be Hermione more than ten days later in the follow-up: "?!!!"