bacchusnovels Chapter 406 Professor, are you my future husband?
Chapter 406 Professor, are you my future husband?
Chapter 406 Professor, are you my future husband? (Bonus Chapter)
For Hermione, recalling yesterday's events still feels somewhat unreal.
That word, "Mom."
This left her somewhat at a loss.
This is already a more elegant way of saying it.
In fact, this was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.
My best friend, with whom I played for a whole semester... turns out to be my daughter from the future?
Hermione never dreamed that this kind of thing would happen to her.
As for whether Sofia was lying to her...:
Hermione did not believe that this was possible.
Because there is no need for it.
Why make up such a strange lie at the moment of parting when the other person is about to leave?
Even... we have to call her Mom.
Secondly, looking back now, there are indeed some features of Sofia's face that resemble my own.
And... she seems to really understand herself.
So, here's the question.
If Sofia is her daughter, then who is her father, that is, her husband?
Sofia Phillips.
Could the answer be in the question itself?
Could her future husband be Professor Phillips?
Last night in the screaming shed.
Hermione was still standing with Professor Phillips in the Screaming Shack when she considered this possibility.
"Hermione, Sophia's situation is a bit complicated—" I'll tell you when I have a chance.
"All you need to know is that Sophia isn't from this world; she comes from a very far place. As for memories of Sophia, I think... only you, Harry, and Ron have any reservations."
Sean earnestly gave Hermione his instructions.
Seeing Hermione's slightly evasive eyes and increasingly flushed face, he was somewhat puzzled, but attributed it to her excitement in running all the way here.
Hermione looked at Professor Phillips, who was standing right next to her, and the question was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Does she have to ask the other party herself?
"Professor, are you my future husband?"
Absolutely, this is so embarrassing!
However... if her future husband were Professor Phillips, wouldn't all of this be the best possible outcome?
She imagined her future partner to be such an outstanding, wise, and handsome wizard.
Moreover... she wouldn't have to marry a complete stranger.
She could even have such a beautiful daughter with Professor Phillips.
Yes, since learning Sophia's true identity, Sophia's reputation in Hermione's eyes has skyrocketed.
Many questions were answered at this moment.
Thinking back to the time when the four of them, plus Professor Phillips, were at the Three Broomsticks bar, it seems like everything is logically connected.
This even includes everything that happened on Halloween night.
It's perfectly reasonable for a father to call his daughter "darling," right?
At this thought, Hermione's ears suddenly burned, as if a warm tide was surging up her cheeks. She quickly lowered her head, focusing on the small detail in front of her—her fingers unconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt, trying to distract herself from the shyness and nervousness that came from the bottom of her heart.
Hermione, be serious, be bold, you can do it!
Looking at Hermione, whose eyes were darting around and who was constantly fidgeting, Sean became even more puzzled.
What happened to Hermione?
She couldn't possibly know... At this moment, Hermione took a deep breath, suddenly raised her head, looked at Professor Phillips who was standing in front of her and staring at her, and was about to speak.
A sudden thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
No, wait a minute!
If she ends up with Professor Phillips, then... what about Professor Tonks?
Where did she go?
And... does Professor Phillips also know that she is his... wife?
This series of thoughts instantly threw Hermione's mind into chaos again.
No.
All of the above is just her wild guess.
She needs concrete evidence to prove her relationship with Professor Phillips.
What if, what if Sofia's surname is an alias?
What if, what if I've mistaken someone for someone else?
That's quite a big one.
The consequences were also very serious.
After all, she wanted the other person to go to the Ministry of Magic that night to "Miss Granger, what's wrong?"
Seeing Hermione hesitate, Sean couldn't help but speak.
To be honest, he was ready to reunite with Hermione at any time.
After all, recognizing each other allows them to...
However, this matter cannot be brought up or acknowledged by oneself.
If the other person doesn't know about this, wouldn't it be too outrageous for you to take the initiative to say that you are her future husband?
Moreover, he hasn't figured out how to handle the relationships between these people yet.
Therefore, he needs Hermione to ask questions first and then take control of the situation.
Hermione snapped out of her daze when Professor Phillips asked her a question.
No.
I cannot bring up this question so abruptly.
We must find evidence.
If Professor Phillips really is her future husband, then there's no question of when it will happen.
If Sophia can travel long distances back in time, then Professor Phillips in the future will certainly be able to do it with ease as well.
"Professor Phillips, could you take me back to the infirmary? I don't think I have much time left," Hermione said somewhat awkwardly, glancing at her wristwatch.
"As you wish, Miss Granger."
Sean gave an elegant gentlemanly bow and said this.
As Hermione's figure gradually disappeared from his sight, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.
It was relaxing, but also a little... disappointing.
Hermione's thoughts gradually drifted back to last night.
Just as she was feeling a bit cold, she suddenly sensed a shadow on the ground.
Or rather, a shadow covered all three of them.
The three of them looked up at the same time and saw Hagrid with tears blurring his vision.
He wiped his sweaty face with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and smiled at them.
"I know I shouldn't be happy, after what happened last night," he said. "I mean, Blake ran away again, and there was something else—but guess what?"
"What's wrong?" they asked, feigning curiosity.
"Bick! It escaped! It's free! I celebrated all night!"
"That's awesome!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, then glared at Ron, who seemed about to burst out laughing.
"Yeah, it probably wasn't properly leashed," Hagrid said cheerfully, gazing at the field. "I was a little worried this morning that it might run into Professor Lupin. But Lupin said he didn't eat anything last night..."
"What?" Harry asked hurriedly.
"Oh dear, haven't you heard?" Hagrid's smile faded slightly, and he lowered his voice, even though no one was around. "Well—Snape told all the Slytherin students this morning. I thought everyone knew by now. Professor Lupin is a werewolf, and he went to the field last night. Of course, he's packing his bags right now."
"Packing your luggage?" Harry asked in surprise. "Why?"
"He's leaving, isn't he?" Hagrid seemed surprised that Harry would ask such a question. "He resigned first thing this morning, saying he couldn't take any more risks."
Harry stood up, his expression quite determined.
"I'm going to see him," he said to Ron and Hermione.
"But what if he has already resigned—"
"—We seem powerless to do anything about it—"
"I don't care, I just want to see him. I'll come back to you when I get back."
His words were resolute; he had already made his decision.
Lupin's office door was open; he had already tidied up most of his things.
Greendillo's empty water tank stood alone next to a worn-out leather suitcase, which was open and almost full.
Lupin was lying on the table looking at something, and he didn't look up until Harry knocked on the door.
"I just saw Hagrid," Harry said. "He said you quit your job, is that true?"
"I'm afraid it's true." Lupin sighed softly, and began to open the drawer and take out the things inside.
"Why?" Harry asked. "The Ministry of Magic doesn't think you helped Sirius, does it?"
Lupin walked to the door and closed it behind Harry.
His gaze dimmed slightly. "No, Professor Dumbledore convinced Fudge that I went to rescue you." He sighed. "But this infuriated Severus—I think losing the Order of Merlin medal was a huge blow to him. So at breakfast this morning—he inadvertently revealed that I'm a werewolf."
"You're not leaving just because of this, are you?" Harry said.
Lupin gave a wry smile. "By this time tomorrow, the owl will bring a letter from the parents—they won't want a werewolf teaching their children. Harry, after last night, I think they're right. I might bite you. That can't happen again."
"You're our best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Harry insisted. "Don't go!"
Lupin shook his head, said nothing, and continued cleaning his drawer.
As Harry racked his brains trying to figure out how to persuade him to stay, Lupin threw the last few books into the box, closed the drawer, and turned to look at Harry.
"Here you go, this is what I found." He returned the Invisibility Cloak to Harry.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Harry quickly stuffed the Invisibility Cloak into his pocket and turned around to greet the person who was coming.
It's Sean.
He wasn't surprised to see Harry there.