The year is 1991.

It was already Christmas Eve, when the whole family could be gathered. You haven't studied at Hogwarts for a long time, but you are already officially working. However, you weren't the only wizard in the house.

Also, your little sister Hermione was a wizard, when she received a ticket from Hogwarts, she immediately began to read and study all those books that you have preserved since the days of Hogwarts. Even took yours magic wand to practice yours magic, and it was you who collected it for school, since your parents were not strong in the magical world, and you already know a lot there.

You were already sitting in the living room watching some kind of Christmas show and enjoying life, leisurely eating cookies with milk. You didn't even notice how a little furry lump got to your left.

"Why aren't you meeting me?" A child's voice sounded displeased.

You turned your head resignedly, realizing that it was Hermione. It seemed to you that her parents had left for her a minute ago and she was already in the house. You sighed heavily and were already ready to listen to her tirade that you should have met her too.

"You know, a lot of interesting things happened to me while I was at Hogwarts." Hermione started to say, dragging her suitcase next to you.

You didn't answer her, letting her talk. Because of Hermione's complicated personality, she didn't have any friends, and she likes to chat. As an older sister, you listened to all her words, because you understood that apart from you and your parents, no one else would listen to her.