If there is anything that can easily kill a powerful wizard, it must be mathematics.

Ron felt his head smoking.

"Ron! Hold on! You've memorized the multiplication of three! That's left..." Harry counted with his fingers, "Six left!"

"That's really comforting, thank you Harry." Ron slumped down on the dining table with a look of hopelessness, "Who is it? I just wanted to ask who? Invented the nine-nine multiplication table—"

"It's just for you to write it down silently and memorize the positions of these numbers and symbols, and it doesn't even ask you to memorize it!" Anna put on her hips and looked like a little teacher, "It's like memorizing phone numbers!"

"I've never recited a phone number!"

Well, this was ignored by Anna.

"Be content, Ron, look at this question—" Fred handed over the mock paper in his hand, "49 dogs participated in the competition, 36 more puppies than big dogs, ask how many puppies participated... …”

Ginny also came over to take a look, shook her head and ran to watch TV with Ai Wen.

"I know how to do it!" George slapped the table and started writing. Soon, he stopped writing and doubted himself, "?"

Anna took the paper, "42.5..." The answer came out without much thought.

"Does this sound like it? How can there be half a dog!" Ron covered his head, "No Death Eater would do this! This is abuse! It's both for me and the dog!"

However, this is too far from the reality of life.

"Hey! Look what I found!" George held a reading comprehension, "Look at this short article, "There's an Octopus Under My Bed"!"

"Wow!" A group of people exclaimed.

"Is it the magical creature under the bed?" Harry stretched his neck on the table, trying to see clearly.

"No," Anna felt the pain of being a teacher, "the little girl's mother helped her clean up the room, and the little girl mistakenly thought it was the octopus under the bed."

"So there's really an octopus under the bed?" Ron tried to take reading comprehension from George. "What is an octopus?"

"Her mother is the octopus!"

"Can her mother become an octopus?"

Well, Anna clenched her fists against her head, and began to wonder if this was a Ginkgo quest. In her opinion, it was a hundred times more difficult than the Gourd quest.

She suddenly thought of Hermione, how on earth did that brave girl help her companion not to fail the exam? This is a world problem.

"Boys!" Anna snatched the reading comprehension and picked one out of the stack of papers. "Let's see this!"

"I Ride a Giant" short poem.

It's over.

"Merlin's beard! Is this giant the giant I thought? Or a troll?"

Anna has been afraid to say that the giant actually refers to the little boy's father, because if you say so, it will definitely attract even greater surprise, \'His father is a giant! \'You must know that the magic world is not very friendly to giant blood...

She silently put away the paper.

"I think everyone is tired..." Anna walked to the door and picked up a flyer that was in the newspaper today, \'Tottenham Court Road Central Park, old film festival, take you to relive the beauty of Roman Holiday for free \'.

"Combining work and rest, how about we go to the movies?"

"Of course—" Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "let me do anything but math," he complained to Harry.

"Study math - I don't think there is anything that can stum me."

Harry patted him on the shoulder approvingly.

"Agreed!" The twins shouted. They threw the paper into the air and picked it up again under Anna's gaze.

Ginny dressed in silence, flushed because she had just seen Harry wearing the socks she gave her on his feet - kind of funny because there was only one.

"Mom! Going to the movies?!" Anna yelled upstairs, and the cat Snow ran over and stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked down at her, the man and the cat looked at each other.

"Baby, Mom's deadline is approaching—" Lina's voice was trembling and despairing, "You guys have fun—"

That's really bad, "Mom, come on!"

"Come on, Ms. Lina!" Several people cheered for Lina, and walked out of the house with Linna's half-dead gratitude.

"Come this way," Anna held Ginny and looked at her watch, "It's four o'clock in the afternoon, we can take the subway."

"Ah, how convenient..." Ron and Harry whispered as they walked together, "When will we learn to Apparate—I can't wait!"

Anna nodded, looking forward to it, but also worried that if the magic power was not accurate enough, she would teleport herself to some strange place - such as someone's bathroom.

"We will take similar transportation to Hogwarts to go to school," Anna and her party bought subway tickets and crowded onto the subway following the crowd.

"It's too crowded!" Fred held the ring with one hand and Anna's arm with the other to prevent her from falling, "--uh! My feet!"

"Sorry! Child, I didn't pay attention!" An old man in a hat smiled apologetically at Fred.

"It's okay..." Fred didn't care too much.

Anna looked at the old gentleman a few more times, and always felt a familiar feeling.

"If only - there was a space expansion technique - that would be great!" George held the handrail with one hand and grabbed Ron with the other, "I hope we won't be so crowded when we go to Hogwarts."

Ana was attracted by this topic and looked away from the old gentleman. It was a spoiler again, "The Hogwarts Express is a private room, super luxurious."

"Can we sit together?" Harry likes to be with his friends.

"Although it seems that a box can only seat four people," Anna saw the disappointment in Harry's eyes, "but we can always think of a way, right?"

"Of course," Ron patted his chest, "Fred and George can sit on the ground!"

"I thought it would be nice to put you on the shelf, too," George tossed Ron's hair.

"Sooner or later you're going to shave me off! Okay, George!"

"Cough," Fred stood up, "if—I mean if, I couldn't sit down, I could pick up a petite friend who was strong—so we could make more room—"

"No, thank you Fred," Harry refused.

Pfft, George accidentally sprayed saliva into Ron's hair, and the two of them fought for a while.

"..." Just as Fred was about to speak, he was stepped on by the old man next to him, "Ow!"

"Sorry, kid!" The old gentleman smiled apologetically at Fred again, "I'm too old..."

"fine……"

A reminder sound came from the subway radio, "...Tottenham Court Road arrives at the station..."

A few people hurriedly squeezed out of the subway. "This is similar to the use of Floo powder," Ron concluded. "When they came out, they seemed to be squeezed out of a tube."

Walking on the streets of Tottenham Court Road, the group received a lot of envious glances, mainly because of their clothes - that was Ms. Molly, who had been busy all afternoon according to the stills of "Growing Pains", scratching her ears and cheeks. All of them changed a few sets.

"My dear Hermione, look at those children!" Mrs. Granger looked out of the car window. "Oh, their home must be very warm, so many lovely children!" Mrs. Granger covered her face, immersed in human beings The cuteness of the cub.

Hermione lifted her head from the book and gave it a perfunctory look, a group of red hair, two brown hair, nothing special, was it?

"Maybe," Hermione looked back at the book again, "our family is also very warm."

"That's right!" Mr. Granger laughed from the driver's seat. "What book is our little Hermione reading?"

Hermione proudly held up the book, raised her head, her long brown hair draped over her shoulders, "The People of the Middle Ages! I want to know about the class division between nobles and commoners mentioned in \'Roman Holiday\', So I found this book at the community library—" She looked at the battered cover.

"It's very interesting, and it also talks about the love story of a nobleman and a commoner in the Middle Ages-the kind that didn't end well," Hermione said eloquently. "Fortunately, we don't have any class division now, and everyone can love freely~www .lightnovelpub.net~ Mrs Granger laughed, she thought the little girl who talked seriously about love was cute, "Of course, we Hermione know a lot. "

Mr. Granger parked the car, got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat, "Come on, my treasure, the film festival is waiting for us!"

Hermione took her father's hand and got out of the car. She was wearing a white sweater, a red and rice plaid skirt, black thermal tights and brown boots.

She took the navy blue woolen coat that her mother handed over and put it on, "Thank you, mother!".

"My dear Hermione, tonight is my date with your mother—" Mr. Granger stroked Hermione's frizzy hair.

"I see!" Hermione flashed her book to the side, "I'll find a bright place to sit, I won't go to a place where no one is there, scream when I encounter bad people, and call the police if I get lost," she said. He raised his chin proudly, "I understand."

"Oh dear," Mrs Granger hugged Hermione, "if you could find a few friends—that would be great." She raised her head, gesturing Hermione to look at the group of redheads, Granger. Mrs. Jay had always been a little worried about Hermione, even though all the neighbors who knew them were envious of her having a gifted daughter—

Mrs. Granger knew that Hermione had always longed for friendship and tried to win it, but her "genius" always kept other children away from her.

Every time she said, "I don't need friends, they will delay my reading time."

But sometimes, Hermione also wanted to experience the feeling of being wasted time reading a book.

"Um..." Hermione looked at the group of people, they were laughing and sparring - this atmosphere could never hold her, she frowned, subconsciously wanting to refuse.

But she still answered her mother, "I will."