Chapter 21 Ding, Gryffindor’s Mother Otter is online (please read and vote~)

Hermione frowned and thought for a while: "Sorry Harry, I didn't expect it now..."

The knowledge reserve of first-year wizards is still too little. They have only started learning magic for two months.

"There's no rush." ​​Harry waved his hand, "You can rest in peace and recover."

He said and stood up.

Hermione's strange sense of déjà vu became even more intense, and her tone was strange: "Aren't you going to sit down anymore?"

"You need to recover." Harry said softly.

Hermione nodded, just a little reluctantly: "Okay, let me think about it, and we can discuss it carefully when I go back tomorrow."

Harry hummed and left with Ron.

Ron was hesitant to speak.

"Oh, no, I'm just surprised." Hermione also lowered her head and came to Harry's side, "How could it be Professor Quirrell? Even if it is a professor, it shouldn't be Professor Snape..."

Harry also finished his homework and threw it on the table: "Well done, Hermione."

The little lions looked at her with strange, complicated, gratified, and incredible expressions - all very strange, but at least they were no longer as indifferent as before.

He couldn't copy Harry's papers - they were all of different weight.

Hermione sighed, a little disappointed: "Okay, let me think about it."

"What about the rest?"

Hermione looked at Ron with a calm expression: "So, can you make a swelling potion?"

They thought of that flying lesson. If it happened again, it would still be the same...

"The most important thing is that you can take it and leave it."

"There is only one lion in Gryffindor, the others are kittens." She imitated Malfoy's glib accent.

Other little lions lined up, waiting for guidance.

Someone made a decision.

The expressions of the little lions changed together.

But when these words came out of Hermione's mouth, the little lions felt somewhat unaccustomed to being bossed around by Miss Otter again.

The depression that had just arisen in Hermione's heart was immediately relieved and dissipated by this passage.

Hermione glanced at the other little wizards around the table, gritted her teeth, stood up, and slammed the table with her still intact hand: "We can't go on like this."

"The patient needs to rest."

Ron honestly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

"I'm going over to take something away." Harry sighed, "and I'm going to take away a portrait of Slytherin."

Harry and Ron leaned their heads together.

Even if you leave.

Hermione became confused: "Wouldn't it be better to just do this?"

Just like that, she integrated into Gryffindor again.

"But Ron obviously can't stand your begging."

Gryffindor kitten.

Harry shook his head: "This is innate and cannot be learned."

"Of course, I can't say that you are completely useless." Hermione imitated the tone of Harry and Snape, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "If you fight Slytherin in the future, you can put the wand into them.

into his nose, then recite the incantation and use it as an explosion incantation.”

Wait until Saturday, Hermione returns to the lounge.

After saying the last sentence, Hermione sat down again, her feet were a little weak and her calves were shaking - this was the method she had thought about for a day, and it was also the method she thought was most suitable for her and how she could reintegrate into the academy.

"...He is a Disguise Magus who can change his appearance and form at will, which makes him invincible in Auror activities..."

Ron muttered: "Professor McGonagall is just a tabby cat."

"Harry doesn't have any objections."

Ron hurriedly tugged on her sleeve: "Keep your voice down."

The little snakes came out in droves, and even I might not be able to leave the Slytherin common room standing up.

"I can lend you my cauldron." Hermione raised her head, "Of course, if you think my cauldron is not good, Harry, would you like to lend Ron the cauldron?"

"Hermione, let me ask you a question, do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?" Ron sat up straight, his tone serious.

Harry rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Why do you have such a big misunderstanding about Professor Snape?"

Harry nodded.

The wizard's portrait can talk.

Hermione blushed and closed the book in a hurry. If Ron hadn't reacted quickly, his fingers would have been hit.

Madam Pomfrey sighed: "No, they are noisy and lively, but this is the school doctor's office."

The words make sense.

"Tomorrow." Harry said, "You have just been discharged from the hospital."

"What homework did Professor Snape assign?" Hermione sat next to Harry.

I'm fine physically, but I feel uncomfortable mentally.

Hermione read this passage again: "Harry, maybe you can try to learn this magic called Disguisemagus."

"Look at this section."

Wait until Hermione is done with the pack of lion cubs.

Harry raised his head and glanced at him coldly: "It's not that I don't have any objections, I just didn't say it. It was originally intended to be only for Ron."

Such a hat that might be placed on their heads made them feel heavy. Looking at Harry's spells, transformation, and herbology homework, they felt that it was not so good.

She stood up and said firmly: "We have to go to the library. We won't come up with any good ideas just sitting here."

"Ron, you, and you, are all like this, we can't continue to copy homework like this!"

Ron muttered: "The paper on the Swelling Potion is three inches long, damn it, but Harry has to write eight inches."

"Please, today is the weekend." Ron said reluctantly, "And it's very late now."

"That's an Animagus." Hermione gritted her teeth and dug it out with a fierce look, "Only seven people can do it."

Hermione looked at Harry.

She continued, quickly changing the subject: "Let's talk about the trial. Slytherin, like us, needs a password to enter, and the password will change."

"If you don't want to do homework, that's fine, but at least you need to learn how to cast spells and brew potions." Hermione said earnestly, "If you can do it and still don't want to do homework, I think I can help you."

Madam Pomfrey came over and closed the curtain again: "Your two friends are so kind. If only Gryffindor could be as quiet as them..."

"Hermione, I can only rely on you this time, please, please."

"After all, I can guarantee that he will definitely learn those magics."

"This is the right thing to do and it is best for the patient."

Seamus' face stiffened.

Harry raised his hand: "Remember the spell I used on Malfoy? I can use it to make the Slytherins speak the password themselves."

With a crash, she walked out and pulled up the curtain.

Seamus opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Hermione was startled.

"Who?" Hermione's eyes widened and she looked at Ron in shock.

Hermione sat down obediently.

Ron felt guilty and tilted his head, not daring to look directly into Harry's eyes.

Ron sneered a few times, didn't answer, and buried his head.

"And even if I can learn it," Harry continued, "This is a spell on the same level as an Animagus. I won't be able to learn it for a while."

Seamus' face turned even more ugly.

Hermione frowned: "Become a Slytherin student, wait...I have an idea."

"The things copied are not yours." Hermione felt more courageous when she saw Harry helping you, and her voice became more confident, "Finigan, in addition to the floating thing that Harry helped you learn last time,

Curse, can you guarantee that other spells can be cast successfully every time?"
To be continued...