Chapter 798: Hermione’s Day
At eleven o’clock at night, Hermione finally returned home after a long day.
The moment she stepped through the door, she made a beeline for the dining table, completely disregarding etiquette or appearances. She grabbed a baked potato and stuffed it straight into her mouth.
"Slow down, there’s plenty more," said Mrs. Weasley, quickly pushing a full basket of baked potatoes toward her and placing the pie she’d saved for Mr. Weasley right in front of Hermione.
"Arthur, what is going on? Does the Ministry of Magic not allow people to eat?" she asked angrily.
Hermione looked like she hadn’t eaten in three days.
"Of course they do. She’s just not used to it yet," Mr. Weasley replied calmly as he picked up another slice of pie, cut it into neat pieces with a knife, and put it in his mouth.
His pace wasn’t slow either, but compared to Hermione, it looked far more composed.
"So what exactly was she doing?"
"The Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee—one of the most tedious jobs in the Ministry," Mr. Weasley explained. "She’s been out all day. Just got back ten minutes ago."
"So what, Muggles don’t have shops that sell food?" Mrs. Weasley still didn’t understand.
"They do."