People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 170 Speedy Hermione

Hermione raised her head proudly. "Bucky doesn't need a headband like that. He has a photographic memory."

To ease the embarrassment, Bagir coughed.

He does have a photographic memory.

There is no need for a hair band.

But for the rest of the group, it was useful.

It's useless now.

Because he just took a photo and engraved it.

He can use the engraved information to create cards, or use this information to "make a wish" and derive learnable magic.

But even so, this headband is not completely useless.

It casts a magic that lasts almost forever. It is not a cheap item with an expiration date, but an heirloom that will last forever.

Moreover, this girl is sincere and has no bad intentions.

But that just means she doesn't have it.

The same may not be true for the family behind her, or even the person who needs the medicine.

Thinking of this, Bajir said slowly: "I don't have the potion of immortality."

"But I have a way to remove the curse on your father."

"How do you know?" An Feng was shocked.

Behind her, Junko Suzuki and Mary Skotlova stared at each other. It seemed that the boy in front of them was not only good-looking.

Something even more shocking happened.

Under the gray sky, Bagir raised his right hand high, and holy light suddenly leaked out and condensed into liquid.

[Source of Life] + Light of the Holy Sword!

best match!

Without any worldly air, his left hand casually took out a crystal bottle from the air and received the light liquid.

"Casting without a medium!" An Feng stuttered.

In Dragon Country, it is not uncommon to cast spells without using a wand.

Because they will use seals, spells, and other magic props as media for casting spells.

Just now, Bagir just raised his hand without using any medium, and a magical phenomenon that was obviously extraordinary was created.

At such a close distance, she could clearly sense the sacredness of the light, as if it was the most beautiful things in the world condensed together.

Now everyone in the auditorium focused their attention on him.

Kobayashi Masaru's hypocritical smile froze. He felt a fatal crisis in that light.

Manstein narrowed his eyes.

As for the other people in the auditorium, including the international students, they could only see that it was a wandless and silent spellcasting.

Thought it was a variation of the Illumination spell.

Of course, they were also very surprised, shocked, and even worshipful.

This is completely beyond the level of students.

Baqir didn't care about other people's looks.

"then."

The crystal bottle flew into An Feng's hands.

He was looking forward to seeing what the forces behind this Sichuan girl would do next.

"What is this?" An Feng's eyes revealed three parts of joy, five parts of suspicion, and two parts of surprise.

She vaguely sensed the answer.

Bajir nodded. "It is just as you guessed. It is the potion that can remove your father's curse."

“You can use it first and then deliver it.”

"No need." An Feng stuffed the hairband into Bagir's hand.

He lowered his head and whispered, "I believe you."

Then he turned and ran away.

Crushing the liquid-like off-white hairband, Bagel looked up at the remaining two people.

"Where are you two?"

Suzuki Junko's eyes wandered, "Hey~"

Skotlova, "Just to get to know you, hello, my name is Mary Skotlova."

The two of them began to quiet down.

That light illuminated all the darkness in their hearts.

Let them enter the spiritual sage mode.

Now they just feel that they deserve to die!

How could I deceive the heart of this young man who is as shining as gold and as pure as crystal for the sake of the Philosopher's Stone?

Just as they were racking their brains, thinking about how to leave, Professor McGonagall appeared.

"What are you doing here?"

She looked at the two foreign girls warily.

She was supposed to be distributing timetables at the Gryffindor table, but when she saw Bagel being surrounded, she unconsciously moved her legs and came here.

"Nothing?" x2
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and ran away quickly.

Professor McGonagall was about to call Bagel, but when she saw Hermione, Fleur, and Ariana beside him, she changed the subject and said, "Granger, you have to be careful. These foreign students are very dangerous. When Tonks and the professor are not around, try to avoid getting close to them."

"Here, this is the class schedule for the four of you."

Then she returned to the head of the Gryffindor table.

"This morning we have Herbology." Hermione spread out the timetable.

Fleur and Ariana's heads came together, "We're in Potions class."

Ariana shrank her neck. Having read the Harry Potter novels and watched the movies, she was a little afraid of Potions class and Snape.

Basil saw this at a glance, "You shouldn't worry. If Snape really dares to target you, Dumbledore will not let him go."

"By the way, this headband is for you."

He pulled Hermione's hair up and put a headband on it.

His mouth was close to her clear ear.

"How does it feel?"

Hermione felt a surge of heat and her body instantly went limp.

It took her a while to notice the obvious cool feeling coming from the top of her head.

It was as if every groove in my brain was being brushed by cold air.

“I feel as if I can do anything.”

“The soreness in my mouth when I had braces as a child.”

"The struggle of being held in my mother's arms as a baby."

"Even... remember the room where I was born, the warmth of the sunlight brushing my cheeks through the gaps in the curtains?"

"I can remember everything!"

But then, her cheeks turned red and her pupils dilated and she became absent-minded.

Relying on the function of the headband, she began to recall the real feeling when she came into contact with Basil after the party after the Quidditch championship.

Baqir was very embarrassed.

He can read minds.

Furong on the side curled her lips, "Look at what you can do."

A long time passed, and it was almost time for class when Baqir interrupted and said, "We should go."

"Ah~" Hermione woke up as she entered the room.

She looked around and saw that Ariana and Fleur had disappeared.

No, there was almost no one in the auditorium now.

The food on the long table was cleared away along with the plates.

"There are still 5 minutes left."

Basil's voice sounded.

Then Hermione was held by his hand.

In an instant, she felt as if her body had lost the intrusion of gravity, and everything in front of her began to blur.

It seemed like an eternity had passed.

By the time the bright colors before her eyes faded and the picture became clear, the greenhouse and the students waiting outside were already in front of her.

He subconsciously glanced at Bagir from the corner of his eye. In a trance, he seemed to be glowing.

"How did you mean so far away? This isn't Apparition either. I've read the books."

"It describes the feeling of Apparating to Apparition."

"And Hogwarts can't—"

"Wait, you didn't come to see me this way during Christmas and summer vacation!" "A new magic you invented?"

The off-white hairband glows between the brown hair.

She kept thinking back to what she had just felt, her face filled with shock.

Bagir shook his head. "No, this is movement in the physical sense."

"The power of the Phoenix and the Leng Clan."

That is actually the light magic of the Phoenix that can carry dozens of tons of weight and fly, plus the high speed of the vampire.

The magic of lightness counteracts gravity and friction with the air.

This ensures that your body temperature will not drop at high speeds and that strong winds will not blow when you arrive at your destination.

It is another interesting way of traveling after photochemical.

"The cold tribe?" Hermione was curious.

"You can guess." Bagel whistled frivolously.

"The professor is here!" The students in front were crowded.

That's Professor Sprout.

A short, stocky witch, head of Hufflepuff house.

Today, Bagel and his classmates are taking their Herbology class with the Hufflepuff students.

She was now walking towards them across the lawn.

A patched hat was placed on top of her flowing hair, her clothes were stained with mud, and her nails were covered with "manicure" made of mud.

She is always like this as she often tinkers with plants in the greenhouse.

"Today we're going to Greenhouse 3," said Professor Sprout.

The students whispered with great interest.

They had only been in Greenhouse One—the plants in Greenhouse Three were more interesting, but also more dangerous.

Hermione stopped worrying about the true identity of the Cold Clan for the time being.

Instead, he snorted complacently: "Haven't they studied the textbooks in advance?"

"'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms' is arranged according to difficulty and danger. And then exclude the ones we have learned."

Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.

But Hermione continued: "Isn't the answer obvious?"

"Abyssinian Shrinking Fig!"

Unlike the original world line, Hermione was not beaten down by Ron's words. She changed herself and is now more tactful than when she first entered school.

But when facing Bagir, she was still that annoying little girl who loved to quote from classics.

Baqir liked her like this.

He firmly believes in book knowledge and shows off, then is defeated by reality like a loser who is unwilling to accept the consequences.

Just like now, Baqir smirked: "Are you sure it's the Abyssinian shrink fig?"

"Isn't there a possibility. Um, difficult first and easy later?"

Hermione began to shake her legs unconsciously and clenched her hands.

But she still stiffened her neck, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

But the next second, her body stiffened.

As she followed Bagel into the greenhouse, she saw about twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors placed on the bench.

Having studied the textbook in advance, she immediately understood the content of the lesson - Mandrake.

"how could be?"

"Mandra is so dangerous."

"Its cry can be fatal!"

(Ron stretches his ears.)
"How can Professor Sprout be so arrogant?"

(Neville's body begins to tremble.)
"Gryffindor students, you let them touch such dangerous things right after they arrive. Aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble in class and get into trouble?"

Hermione was so dazed that she forgot she was also a Gryffindor student.

Neville, the future Herb Master and Gryffindor's Sword Master, turned around and asked, "Didn't you notice?"

"These mandrakes are still very young."

"Their cries now would make people faint."

“This season is a good time to learn them.”

"After some time, their cries won't be as 'safe' as they are now."

"Also, didn't you check your schedule?"

"Because there are so many first-year students, the classrooms of all subjects have been enlarged using the Traceless Extension Charm."

"So now all four colleges are gathered together for classes."

"The only exception is Herbology."

"Professor Sprout is concerned about the safety of his students. The combination of too many students and the dangerous plants they teach is not a good thing."

Neville took a deep breath, "So, Professor Sprout is not arrogant! She is responsible!"

"I'm so sorry," Hermione stammered.

She wanted to say something else, but the class had already begun.

Professor Sprout stood in the middle of the greenhouse and said, "Can any of you guess what our class is about today?"

Hermione, who had just been feeling ashamed and confused, was the first to raise her hand. This was something everyone expected.

However, a hand raised not far away stunned everyone.

It's Ron.

Hermione even forgot to say the answer directly.

Professor Sprout did the same, "Hey, Weasley! I mean... just say it!"

Ron said confidently, "Mandra!"

"Hearing the cry of a mandrake would kill a man."

Just as the other students were blanching, he added, "But not today's, they are still seedlings."

Thunderous applause suddenly broke out in the greenhouse.

Hermione had a look of disbelief on her face and kept her hands raised, as if she had turned into a motionless statue.

Professor Sprout also joined in, and it took a long time for her to stop clapping. "Great! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

"Yes, we are going to repot the mandrake today."

“They are still very young indeed.”

She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates.

After hearing Professor Sprout's assurance, the students all moved forward to see more clearly.

There were about a hundred green and purple seedlings arranged there.

"Weasley, do you know what other properties it has?"

Ron certainly didn't know.

What he overheard did not contain the answer to that question.

But he was not panicked at all, and said directly: "Why not let Hermione come?"

“She has her hand raised till now.”

"Okay," Professor Sprout nodded, "Hermione, you come."

Hermione's eyes were dull and she didn't move.

But the little mouth still blurted out the answer accurately.

She's like a living search engine. "Mandra, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful restorative agent used to restore people who have been deformed or cursed to their original state."

"Very good! Five points to Gryffindor!" said Professor Sprout.

The next second, Hermione came back to life.

Five points? ? ?

The shame of losing to Ron boosted Hermione's spirits.

"Everyone get a pair of earmuffs," said Professor Sprout.

As soon as she finished her words, Hermione turned into a phantom and rushed towards the bench.

Then Bagir saw two white earmuffs in his hands.

The one in Hermione's hand was blue.

Wow, it was so fast and he also picked out the colors that both of them liked!
In order to avoid grabbing the pink earmuffs, other students also moved quickly.

But it's nothing compared to Hermione.

Basil almost suspected that Hermione had vampire blood, which gave her the ability to move at super speed.

Looking at the dazed Basil, Hermione raised her earmuffs and said, "Aren't you going to wear them?"

Bajir shook his head. "Let's wait for the professor's notification. You were so fast just now. Could it be that your magic remembered the way I moved you and reproduced it in your excitement?"

"Am I fast?" Hermione asked, tilting her head.

(End of this chapter)