A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

After planting the tree of knowledge, memory will improve.

The effect is the best at the beginning, but as the new information is absorbed, the effect will be a little bit worse, and in the end it will only be a little bit stronger than the original.

But it can be accumulated.

Unieff briefly informed the two of this.

Hermione and Hindlesh gasped in amazement.

Although a good memory does not necessarily mean a smarter, a good memory can definitely come in handy in life, especially for students.

At least studying and exams will definitely become easier!

On the other hand, Hindleich paid more attention to it. She had just seen the speed of Miss Otter's learning of trajectories, and she knew how important this ability was to her own magic research.

If it weren't for the lack of magic, she felt that she would probably become the strongest Rolle in history!

pity…

She couldn't help looking at Mr. Night's Watch, and bowed her head with great self-control.

It's already very good now, can't be greedy for more... She warned herself in her heart.

But the longing still leaked out drop by drop like a slippery oil.

She simply turned her attention to Miss Otter, and was dedicated to teaching her the trajectory completely.

Because the trajectory also requires the speed of the outline, it cannot simply be drawn on the ground, she can only demonstrate it over and over again.

Miss Otter really didn't make the leaps and bounds like before, but it made her find fun.

"Hurry up here!"

"Bend a little more here!"

"There's one less volume here!"

Sure enough, it would be better for Miss Otter to be stupid.

After about a quarter of an hour, Hendraich finally made Miss Otter draw a near-perfect trajectory. Although there might still be some flaws, she couldn't find them from her experience.

In the end, she just has a solid theoretical foundation.

"You must be able to cast a repairing spell now, and if you are lucky, you might even be able to cast the silent spell," she said.

She was a little overjoyed in her heart, after all, she was taught by hand.

"Is there no way to go further? I heard you say, can't you still cast spells without a staff?" Hermione was particularly dissatisfied, she felt that she could be better.

"..." Hindleich was silent for a while, then said, "I'm at this level."

Hermione didn't know what to say for a moment, even she could sense something was wrong with Miss Dementor.

Should I be a little more modest?

Thinking like this, she suddenly felt a sense of peeling and pulling, and then she realized that her body seemed to be becoming transparent.

She looked at Miss Dementor again, and found that she was in a similar situation, and the silver-white light that was originally radiating outwards gradually transformed into a kind of light particles floating upward.

She looked up again, and Mr. Night's Watch was still as bright as the sun and the moon.

Two pale silver glows fell from the cobalt blue night sky and fell on the two of them.

"You guys are going back," Unieff said.

Hermione suddenly felt a little reluctant in her heart.

She was in a hurry to leave not long ago.

But time could not allow her to think too much, and she was almost completely dissolved in that beam.

"Goodbye Mr. Night's Watch! Goodbye Miss Dementor!" She waved her paws wildly in the light.

"And, thank you!" she said to Miss Dementor.

Hinderreich was stunned for a moment, pouted, ignored her, just nodded slightly, and bowed slightly forward.

"Goodbye, Mr. Night Watch!"

As for the otter, just get away!

The moment they said goodbye, Hermione and Hindlesh were completely dissolved in the pale silver glow.

Er, the glow also faded away, and the woodland was silent again.

Just above the night, there were two more stars the size of a grain of rice.

Seeing that the two had already left, Uniono had no reason to stay any longer. Tonight, he could sleep at ease, and he didn't need to spend the night bored in the dorm.

but…

Do you want to go back?

He looked at the woodland, and at himself.

Omniscient, all-seeing, almost like that.

But he closed his eyes in the end, and the huge silver pupils also lowered the curtain immediately, where the scenery of the woodland behind appeared, and the light dimmed at the same time.

After a period of erratic erratic that quickly became lighter like a soaring flight, Unieff opened his eyes again, and he returned to his small, cramped room.

Immature, imperfect, weak body, limited vision.

Consciousness is like a bird that has just been released and is locked in a bird cage again, and it is extremely suffocating.

But it is real, there is a down-to-earth sense of reality, which makes people feel reassured.

Yunevo walked to the window, took a deep breath, and let it out again.

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Da!

The wand tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

Hermione widened her eyes suddenly, the table, the china cup, the pink room, her bedroom.

Did you fall asleep standing up?

But immediately, a feeling of exhaustion that seemed to wake up from the depths of her soul enveloped her whole body.

Eyelids drooped down uncontrollably, groggy.

Holding her wand, she swayed to the side of the bed, and threw herself into the quilt.

Soft and fluffy.

Although it feels like something extraordinary has happened, but I'm so tired, let's sleep for a while.

I'll talk about it later when I wake up...

Thinking like this, she slowly closed her eyes.

But the next second, she struggled to open her eyes again and looked at the broken porcelain cup on the table.

In my heart, I sketched out a trajectory of nine turns and eight turns.

The fragments of the porcelain cup were immediately put together, and the porcelain cup was completely restored to its original appearance.

It really can be done!

She insisted on putting the wand on the bedside table, closed her eyes with satisfaction, fluttered her hands and feet slowly into the bed, her head came out from the head of the bed, and finally rested on the soft pillow, falling asleep. go.

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Merseyside, Liverpool, seaside harbour area, Rolle House.

A familiar chill struck, and Hindlesh suddenly opened his eyes.

She found herself lying on the sofa, wearing super thick clothes, holding the book "Night of the Devil's Resurrection" in her arms.

The magic fireplace, which has been flaming with flames, is still burning.

But the moon outside the window has shifted, and the onset of the cold has passed its climax, leaving only a trace of afterglow.

It was already a level she could easily bear.

Mansu, Night Watchman, Patronus, Seed of Knowledge, Miss Otter...

A series of nouns and pictures flashed across her vision like lightning and flint, and countless thoughts buzzed in her mind like moths.

She took out an ink pen and a blank piece of parchment from the drawer under the coffee table, and wrote down the information flashing in her mind at a very fast speed.

When she was almost clear and her mind was no longer confused, she threw the parchment into the fireplace.

hiss—

Tongues of orange-red flames quickly licked the parchment black.

The flickering light of the fire shone on Hindreich's delicate and pale face.

Light blue eyes don't know what to think.

She picked up the tongs and turned it over again, making sure there was no unburnt part of the parchment.

After doing these things in one breath, she collapsed on the sofa as if she had fallen apart.

"my future…"

"changed…"

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