"Thank you, Kael." Hermione quickly said, "I was planning to bring them up after everything was ready."
"Just a small favor, no need to be polite." Kael waved his hand and said, "How do you find the room?"
"Great," Hermione replied, "It’s quite like the dormitory. It’s not particularly large, but it’s perfectly fine for them."
"That’s good to hear," Kael said, "By the way, I have sothing to ask you."
"What is it?"
"I just heard Mr. Granger say that there were Dentors near your place?"
"That should be correct," Hermione said, "Not far from where my dad works, soone was attacked by a Dentor. To be honest, if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have thought about bringing them to the Leaky Cauldron."
"So where exactly?" Kael asked.
"Hertfordshire..." Hermione gave an address, then took the Grangers to see the room.
The room was quite normal, and Mr. Granger was curiously inspecting a faded cabinet by the door.
"I’d say it’s at least two hundred years old."
"Maybe even older," Hermione said, "The Leaky Cauldron was established in the 16th century, and usually, wizards don’t change furniture often."
"It must be expensive here then." Mr. Granger frowned, "Do you have enough Wizard Coins? Do they accept British Pounds?"
"They definitely don’t, but I have more than enough money." Hermione took out a pouch and shook it, causing a jingling sound. "See, I still have this much left."
Mr. Granger was relieved, then he noticed a stack of newspapers on the table... with pictures that moved like watching TV.
"Oh, that’s the Daily Prophet," Hermione explained, "It’s the wizards’ newspaper, the photos on it are developed with a potion, so they move."
"You never told us before that wizards have newspapers." Mr. Granger said with a hint of reproach.
Hermione didn’t say anything.
Not telling her parents about the Daily Prophet was also to avoid worrying them.
But now that they’re staying in Diagon Alley, these things are inevitable.
Mr. Granger picked up a newspaper, curiously reading the contents, then suddenly froze.
"Hermione, is this person Kael’s father? It has the sa na as him."
"What?" Hermione leaned over to look, "No, that’s Kael himself."
"That can’t be right." Mr. Granger looked perplexed at the newspaper, "It says here that he’s the Senior Ministerial Assistant at the Ministry of Magic... Isn’t Kael a student?"
"Oh, he was exceptionally recruited, the youngest ministerial assistant," Hermione briefly explained.
After hearing this, Mr. Granger didn’t know what to say.
From his understanding, the Minister of Magic is like the wizard’s Pri Minister...
A seventeen-year-old Pri Minister’s assistant?
Even though Mr. Granger has seen quite a bit, this discovery left him speechless.
No wonder the bar owner’s attitude changed so drastically.
Then, knowing little about the Magic Realm, he began to seriously read the newspaper, like discovering a new world.
Hermione helped Mrs. Granger with so simple packing and looked up at the ti.
"Mom, I have so things to do soon, I must be going."
"If you have things to do, then go ahead." Mrs. Granger said.
Hermione walked to the door, then turned back to remind them, "You can eat at the bar downstairs, or have them deliver it."
"If you feel bored, you can also take a walk around Diagon Alley."
"Can we?" Mr. Granger looked up, "We don’t know magic."
"It’s fine..." Hermione said, "Many students’ parents co here; it’s not uncommon. You only need to follow a wizard to get in."
"Oh, and also..." Hermione placed a few Galleons on the table, "If you find sothing you like, you can buy it."
"No need, you keep them. If we need more, we can exchange at the Wizard Bank." Mr. Granger patted his pocket.
He had specially brought quite a bit of British Pounds on this trip.
"You use these first. I can exchange them when I have ti." Hermione glanced at the ti again and quickly dashed out of the room.
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