A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The time came to the next morning. Although Harry and Ron wanted to leave the school hospital as soon as possible, they were too tired last night and the injuries were serious. Mrs. Pomfrey said Ron’s leg was still swollen, and Harry At least six ribs were broken.

"The healing curse can only cure some minor injuries, such as a twisted nose, and it can only be useful in emergency situations." Madam Pomfrey said at the time, but the two of them once suspected that this was just a way for her to trick them into taking medicine. .

After drinking the potion, their brains immediately became groggy, like unwinding mechanical alarm clocks, turning slower and slower. Harry and Ron fell asleep without talking to each other. The sleep was so dark that she didn't wake them up until Hermione came to visit them.

Harry recounted what happened last night, and deliberately emphasized that "the time is too late to call you", Hermione shrugged, "unless you stand outside the girls' bedroom and shout, you can't get in, and I may not be able to hear..."

Ron coughed hard, and her voice sounded like a "prom," and Hermione's ears became red.

The two had a little unpleasantness last night——

After the opening dance, Ron accused her of her own enemy behavior while drinking a drink. Hermione dryly explained that the meaning of the tournament is to "promote communication", and waited until Ron yelled that Krum was not interested in her, just When trying to find out the secret of the golden egg, Hermione was irritated.

"He never asked me a word about golden eggs, never!"

Ron Lightspeed changed his tactics.

"Then, he definitely wants you to help him figure out the secret of the golden egg!"

"I never helped him study that golden egg!" Hermione was furious. "Actually, he invited me from the beginning, in the library, but I have been hesitating, for the ridiculous warrior or something, Guess what? Roger Davis immediately invited Collins, and my two fool companions only knew to complain that pretty girls were picked away!"

Harry's expression was very innocent.

He did not expect to invite Hermione, but it was because he had always had an ulterior secret mind. Maybe Cedric was quarreling with Qiu Zhang...Well, he knew that this kind of thing could not happen, but this conclusion made him Even more frustrated, making him lack of interest in the next dance.

In short, after that, Harry and Ron, who were unhappy, went to the courtyard to breathe. They accidentally heard the conversation between Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim. They also learned that they were all half-blood giants, and Hermione (according to her own account) Staying in the auditorium, a life is sulking.

Harry was skeptical about sulking, because when they returned, they saw Hermione dancing happily with Professor Haipu...

After the prom, Harry found that Hermione and Ron were silent again. They went back to the bedroom and slept full of thoughts until they were awakened by a nightmare. They chased after the spies in the castle with Ron... See Hermione again this morning. At that time, Ron and Hermione were both polite, and it seemed that yesterday's quarrel hadn't happened at all.

And when Hermione heard about Hagrid's identity as a hybrid giant, she didn't feel surprised.

"Actually, I thought he must be a giant." She said, shrugging her shoulders. "I know he can't be a purebred giant because they are all about twenty feet tall. You can't be so nervous...this It's a kind of prejudice, just like people's attitude towards werewolves...maybe house elves should be added...even though these two prejudices are not the same!"

Ron obviously disagrees with this point of view, but he only repetitively said what he said to Harry last night, and pretended to be introducing him to Harry for the first time:

"Hagrid shouldn't talk about it everywhere, although it may be that he was too excited when he met the same kind for the first time...I know he is not dangerous, everyone who knows him knows this, but if he is heard by outsiders, it will be troublesome. People taboo this." He grunted from his nose, and said secretly: "Even if it is a kind of prejudice, it is also a collective prejudice. When there is no way to change it, concealment is the best way."

He saw Hermione open her mouth to refute, and immediately speeded up her speech, and said to Harry: "In the public's impression, giants are brutal, although I also heard the love story of giants and dwarfs when I was a child, Frey De and George told me...but I have stopped believing their nonsense since I was six."

Harry suffocated a smile, pretending to be the first time he heard it, and nodded solemnly.

"My dad said that they stood on the side of the mysterious man in the war, stupidly believing that the mysterious man would give them more living space... As a result, after the war, they were naturally liquidated and a large number of giants were killed by the Auror. Death, maybe Professor Moody was also involved, his leg may be the injury he suffered at that time..." Ron guessed irresponsibly.

"...There is still a small tribe of giants who have not done much evil and have been driven out of Britain, and now I don't know which mountain to hide in."

Harry didn’t think it was right to continue discussing the topic of “whether giants are cruel by nature? By the time you were late, you disappeared a few hours earlier yesterday afternoon. It doesn't take that long even to get your hair done, right?"

He felt that he was talking nonsense, because Hermione's hair had returned to a tangled state at the moment, and he thought-although not understood-if it could be maintained, no one would refuse to make himself more beautiful.

Sure enough, Hermione gave him a blank look.

"If a girl wants to dress up, no amount of time is enough... But I really didn't delay the time because of this. It was Warren. She gave me a Christmas gift. I, uh..." She bit her lip. I do not know how to say.

"We know," Ron said, "I mean... we heard a little bit. What gift she gave you to make you fuss and forget the time. Wouldn't it be a big sum of money? One of my aunts. Grandma said that the only one who can beat time is the golden little cute."

Harry and Hermione looked at him at the same time, Ron shrugged, "She is old and dead, and left a will saying that all the property will be exchanged for Jin Jialong, and she will be buried with her, but I am not sure whether her descendants will follow suit. ..."

"Of course not, it's a broken time converter." Hermione said lightly.

"Warren gave you a time converter?" Ron's eyes widened and screamed.

"No fuss, just a broken one," Hermione said, also using the word'fuss' to respond to him, but Ron didn't hear it at all.

"Take it out quickly! Hermione, I haven't seen the time converter yet!" Ron said.

Harry looked at her expectantly, "Did you bring it?"

Hermione’s eyes curled up. "Of course." She lifted a golden chain from her chest. It was a small disc-shaped timer with a ring of gold brackets on the outside and a small hourglass on the inside. Very precise.

"This is the time converter? It looks so beautiful... Are you sure it's broken?"

Hermione didn't speak, dangled her eyes in front of them, and tucked it back into her clothes.

"It's nothing good. We might as well spend our time on cracking the secret of the golden egg," she said enthusiastically: "I finally decided on a plan and I'm sure not to destroy its structure..."

Harry and Ron stared at the golden egg she had brought over, which was placed on the cabinet by the side at the moment, their expressions hesitating. Harry looked at his pajamas. If it couldn't stop screaming during the process of parsing the golden egg, they would have trouble even running out.

He didn't want to be embarrassed in the castle corridor during the day wearing a pajama.

But Hermione had made up her mind.

She stood up and held the golden egg in her arms, and dragged Harry's pillow over and placed it under the golden egg. Harry and Ron watched in horror, rushing out their ideas:

"We can try Visible Potion--"

"I tried it." Hermione said.

"Visibility curse, eraser, analytical curse—"

"It's all useless." Hermione fiddled with the golden egg and pulled out her wand.

"How about trying Adrian's deconstruction method, he is quite cryptic in the book—"

"Well," Hermione put down her wand and said to the two of them, "Frankly speaking, I did use some of the techniques he mentioned, mainly because I found that he likes to think about these shortcuts...this is also a descendant. One of the reasons why he is not highly rated."

Ron gave Harry a look, which meant, let me just say it.

Taking advantage of this little effort, Hermione put her wand on the golden egg, tapped, and occasionally stopped to listen, or recite a few Latin spells. Harry and Ron understood some of her techniques. Part of it, after all, they read the same books—just the progress and the degree of digestion are different.

"She used the layer stripping method." Harry whispered to Ron.

This method is very commonly used in alchemy. The principle is to remove all the parts that can be removed, such as protection spells, decorations, and the minutiae functions, and point to the core secrets, especially for novice alchemists.

From time to time, Hermione took out the bottles and cans from the beaded pouch, and smeared them on the golden egg with a small brush dipped in the potion. Amidst the shocked expressions of the two, she removed an eggshell.

"H, He, Hermione, did you take it apart?"

"Because it's not important." Hermione said, and while she was talking, she took another piece off.

Harry felt very helpless, as if returning to the Dursley family a few years ago, when he lived in the cupboard under the stairs and waited fearfully for Dudley to go upstairs every evening-he would Deliberately stepped on the steps with great strength to shake off the dust.

But now, his mood is the same. When he doesn't know which fragment of the golden egg is removed, it will suddenly shout a creepy sound, which will startle everyone.

When there was only half of the golden egg left, Harry's inner impulse became stronger. He hesitated whether to remind Hermione. Not far from here, there lived a sick Professor Moody. If he heard it, maybe he would. I rushed over violently and chanted evil spells to all of them, such as forcing them to put their ears on the golden eggs...

"It's done!" Hermione said happily.

Harry and Ron looked over. There was only a slap-sized golden egg fragment in her hand, but it was quiet now, no different from the other fragments.

"Are you sure you succeeded, Hermione? If you fail, we won't laugh at you." Ron said generously.

He remembered that Collins Foley had reminded him at a Christmas dinner ~www.readwn.com~ Although he didn't know why and didn't hear a word clearly, he felt that since it was the first time, she would definitely not mind telling him He was the second time.

Hermione hummed twice, her eyes narrowed, bent into a crescent, and her wand lightly tapped on it.

"Crack."

With a slight shattering sound, the last fragment in her hand split into two, and a deep, harsh scream sounded.

"Are there any differences other than a lower voice?" Harry asked. The only comfort was that he didn't have to chant the Silent Charm.

"Oh, it lacks a necessary environment," Hermione smiled brightly, "I kept its core functions, storing and converting sounds, as long as I put it in—"

"In the water!" Ron said with a sudden pat on his head.

Hermione looked at him badly.

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