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Chapter 509 What kind of magic is this? Sensitive girl Hermione
"dad."

Seeing Peter come in, Mark immediately stood up and looked at him anxiously and expectantly.

Hermione was originally observing the portrait hanging on the wall in the headmaster's office. When she heard Peter's voice, she immediately shifted her gaze away from the portrait.

She didn't expect Peter to come.

Well, this is the advantage of day school. It would be great if my parents were wizards and could rush over at any time if something happened to me.

She couldn't help but let her thoughts run wild.

In addition to Dumbledore and Mark's group, Professor Lockhart and the administrator Argus Filch, Snape, and Professor McGonagall were also present in the office.

"Mr. Padraic."

Dumbledore stood up immediately when he saw Peter appear.

Argus Filch was still a little angry, and his expression didn't change when he saw Peter appear.

After taking a look around the office, Peter came over and touched Mark and Harry's heads first.

Hermione took a step forward expectantly, wanting Peter to touch her hair.

Unexpectedly, Peter just touched Harry and Mark's heads and turned around.

Hermione felt a little frustrated.

Because of what happened last time at Gringotts, she thought Peter would be the first to come forward and say "Good evening, Miss Granger" to her, but she didn't expect Peter to ignore her.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Lockhart, although it is probably early in the morning now."

Peter glanced at the watch on his wrist and said to everyone.

"I didn't expect something like this to alarm you, Mr. Padraic."

Dumbledore came out and shook Peter's hand.

“After all, this is about Mark.”

Peter glanced at Filch, then at the cat on the desk.

"I heard what happened from Riven."

Peter said to Dumbledore: "As for the murderer, I think it has nothing to do with Harry and Mark. After all, they are unable to master such a high-level spell."

He said it was no ordinary spell that killed Mrs. Norris.

"I agree, it must have been a spell that killed her, probably dark magic torture."

Lockhart showed off his knowledge. "I've seen this happen many times. It's a pity I wasn't here, otherwise I could have used a spell to save her."

"Ahem, Mr. Padraic, I have heard of you for a long time, and I am glad to see you tonight."

Lockhart coughed and came over to talk to Peter.

Although he didn't know Peter's background, he knew that he had a close relationship with Dumbledore.

This person must be a big shot to be able to make Dumbledore make an exception and be invited to the opening dinner.

Even if he is not a big figure in the wizarding world, the fact that he has four outstanding children makes him an unusual person worthy of his making friends.

Peter did not show anything unusual when seeing this liar who only knew how to cast the spell of forgetfulness greeting him.

He shook hands with the other man, "I have heard of your name, Professor Lockhart. You are very famous in the British wizarding world."

"Haha, that's just because everyone likes my adventures and often spreads my name, so I have become somewhat famous."

Professor Lockhart said without any modesty.

"He is the murderer!"

Filch suddenly burst into anger, pointed at Harry and said, "That's him. It was Harry Potter who killed Norris."

Filch was very dissatisfied with Harry and directly put the blame of the murderer on Harry.

"You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found out in my office that I was a... was a..."

Filch's face changed expression.

"He knows I'm a Squib!"

He said it with gritted teeth.

"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry objected loudly.

He felt very uncomfortable because he was aware that everyone was looking at him.

"And I don't know what a Squib is."

(Squib: describes a person who is born in a magical family but has no magical talent. The word itself has a bit of a nickname attribute, similar to Mudblood)
"Nonsense!" Filch roared. "He's read my letters."

"Please allow me to say a few words."

Snape, who had been standing in the shadows and remained silent, stopped Filch from speaking.

When Harry saw Snape speak, he had a bad feeling. He didn't think the other party would say anything good for him.

"Harry and the others were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

There was a hint of contempt in Snape's tone.

"But there are some things we do wonder about, like - why on earth were they upstairs in the hallway? Why weren't they at the Halloween party?"

Mark began to explain the anniversary party, "There are hundreds of ghosts there, and they can tell you where we are."

"But then why didn't you join the party?"

Snape then asked, his feminine expression gleaming in the candlelight, "Why did you go to the corridor?"

"because."

Harry was at a loss for words.

His heart was beating fast.

He knew they would not believe him if he said he had been led there by an invisible but audible voice.

"Because... because we are all very tired and want to go back to sleep."

"Not having dinner?"

Snape continued to ask, a triumphant smile on his thin face, "Besides, I don't think ghosts would provide humans with food that suits their taste at a banquet." "We're not hungry."

Ron exclaimed.

But soon there was a loud "gurgling" sound from his stomach.

Snape's smile widened.

"Headmaster, I don't think Potter has been entirely forthcoming."

With a triumphant look on his face, he said to Dumbledore, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to take away some of his privileges until he tells us the whole story."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Professor Snape."

Just when Harry fell into despair, Peter's voice suddenly rang out.

Harry immediately raised his head gratefully and looked at Peter.

"You have no evidence that they did it."

Peter slowly walked up to Mrs. Norris, "And, Mrs. Norris is not dead."

Hearing Peter's words, Mark and the others were all stunned.

"She was just under some kind of spell, some... evil petrification spell."

Under the gaze of everyone, Peter stretched out his hand and constructed a rune.

In the eyes of everyone, magical text symbols flashed by, the healing rune flashed a bright silver light, and the petrified cat's body immediately softened.

"This kind of advanced spell, Harry and his friends are in their second year, and Mark is in his first year. I don't think they have this ability, am I right, Professor Snape?"

Snape didn't answer, he just watched in shock as Peter unleashed magic.

It was a mysterious and powerful magic that he had never felt before.

He looked at Peter in astonishment, "You... you lifted the spell that Mrs. Norris was cast on?"

"Yes, but Madam Norris was not only petrified, she also suffered other injuries. Professor Snape, you are the master of potions, so there should be no problem leaving the rest to you, right?"

Filch saw his cat come back to life and stared at Peter blankly, wondering how he did it.

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips, but he quickly concealed it.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Peter save Mrs. Norris.

While feeling grateful to Peter, Harry had a lot of questions in his mind.

What kind of magic did Mr. Padraic use?
Why can he release such amazing magic without using a wand? !
Sure enough, Mr. Patrick, who gave birth to such powerful wizards as Tom and Raven, is not an ordinary person.

Hermione was stunned to see Peter heal Mrs. Norris, and at the same time she looked at him in admiration with shock.

Lockhart, who was standing by, felt a little unhappy when he saw Hermione's admiring look.

This girl had looked at me like this before.

"Ahem, I've noticed that Madam Norris was petrified, and I was just about to cast a spell to restore her."

Lockhart defended himself.

Harry: “.”

Why didn't he realize that the other party was so shameless before?

After Mrs. Norris's matter was resolved, Hermione separated from Harry and Ron and prepared to return to the dormitory.

Peter took Mark back to the farm.

Just as she left the corridor of the headmaster's office, Hermione suddenly heard a voice behind her.

"Miss Granger."

Hermione turned around when she heard the familiar voice.

What caught her eye was Peter, standing in the dim corridor, exuding a mysterious aura.

"Mr. Papadrick?!"

She didn't expect Peter to call her.

"Can we talk, Miss Granger? Although it is a little late, I hope I have not disturbed your bedtime."

Peter came up and said to her with a smile.

"Uh sure."

Hermione said excitedly.

She just thought that Peter had forgotten about her because he touched Harry's head and didn't talk to her.

It turned out that Mr. Patrick had not forgotten himself.

This little girl, who always holds her chin high, remains proud at all times, and always has a hint of contempt and disgust in her heart, is actually extremely fragile and sensitive.

She didn't have parents to be proud of like Harry, nor did she have Ron's warm and happy magical family.

She was born in an ordinary family, but she has wizard blood.

It's like a common girl who accidentally enters an aristocratic school with admission requirements. All she can do is disguise herself and hide her poverty.

What she had to do was to eliminate the identity of the Mudblood.

But it's not easy.

The first time her Mudblood identity was made public was when Malfoy spoke of her in a sarcastic tone.

She frowned fiercely and her eyes turned red.

The second time was when Harry asked in front of Hagrid.

"What's a Mudblood?"

Hermione's narration was full of resentment and grievance, and she was almost on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

This identity, which she was born with and cannot change, makes her extremely sensitive.

(End of this chapter)