A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Seeing the affectionate relationship between Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger, Hermione felt both angry and funny: "Beat? You have to beat him! They are all wizards! It's not that you don't know!"

Mr. Granger got up from the dining table, as if nothing had happened, and continued to make moves: "If you can't beat him, run, if you can't run..."

"...Tell the teacher! I know what you're going to say, Mr. Granger." Hermione snapped, "but it's not going to be that simple. Otherwise, why didn't you beat up those who spoke ill of us in Diagon Alley? Man, didn't scold back, and didn't complain?"

As she spoke, Hermione showed a more suspicious look.

Mr. Granger was at a loss for words, and his thoughts were a little out of step, so he smirked, "I don't know where you live."

"Humph! Why are you unfamiliar, it's not because you can't beat it!"

"That's one of the reasons..."

Although she said so at the time, as soon as she came back to her senses, Hermione knew that it wasn't exactly the same thing.

In her impression, Mr. Granger has a very strong character. In the past ten years, no matter what kind of injustice he has encountered, Mr. Granger has the courage to fight back immediately.

She believed that Mr. Granger would not be so cowardly even in the face of wizards.

Her patience in Diagon Alley was largely due to her.

"Repair as before!"

Hermione waved her wand again, chanted a spell, and suddenly her face brightened, she saw the china cup shards move.

But the joy disappeared from her face in a short time. Although the shards of the porcelain cup moved, they only moved.

Hermione's face suddenly collapsed, she clearly followed the steps in the book and made no mistakes at all.

"Where did the problem go?"

In order to have the feeling of casting magic, she also specially put on a wizard's robe, which can be said to be full of ritual.

At dinner, she also had a hunch that there would be a breakthrough tonight.

So she is still practicing so late.

In normal times, no matter how hard she worked, she would have already gone to bed at this time.

Could it be that the so-called breakthrough is just to make the porcelain cup fragments move?

Sure enough, the hunch or something is not reliable at all!

She was so angry that she threw her wand aside, threw herself into the warm and soft blanket, and sank into it.

What a spell! Can't learn at all! Sleep well!

But it didn't take long for Mr. Granger's helpless smile to float through her mind again...

She silently got up and picked up her wand.

Try again one last time! just one time!

If it doesn't work, she just sleeps honestly!

"Repair as before!"

Before she finished speaking, the wand suddenly burst into a cobalt blue light, which in turn completely drowned her.

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Merseyside, Liverpool, seaside harbour area, Rolle House.

Gray walls and green tiles, vines crawling wildly in the moonlight, a vine leaf lying on the glass lattice window, like a dark green eye peering into it.

In the room, portraits, sculptures, armor, carpets, and furnishings full of old-fashioned aristocratic flavors are everywhere.

But the most striking thing was the huge fireplace that was burning brightly, and the beautiful girl sitting in front of the fireplace.

It was a scorching summer night, but she was wearing a snow-white diamond-shaped turtleneck sweater, a pair of ankle-length fleece pants of the same color, and a pair of very thick cotton stockings on her feet.

Just like that, there was a thick woolen blanket covering his lap.

She didn't feel hot, but felt cold. The chill that pierced through her bones made her frown from time to time, her body couldn't help trembling, and her teeth rattled.

Even so, Indreich Rohr's cold, moon-like gaze always landed on a book whose outer skin was almost peeling off in his hand.

She suffered from an unknown cold syndrome since childhood. Although she has been asking a doctor to help her to recuperate and suppress it, she is like a maggot attached to a bone and cannot be eradicated.

Every full moon night, a cold attack occurs once, and the pain caused by the attack made Hindlehi unable to sleep at all.

She can only get through a tough night by diverting her attention by reading her favorite books.

And at this moment, she is reading one of her favorite novels: "Damocles or Exis - The Night of the Devil's Resurrection".

This is a wizarding novel with elements of horror and suspense. The author is Modemus Hermes, who claims to be a direct subordinate of the former former former former former minister of the Ministry of Magic, Damocles Rolle.

From the perspective of a first-person bystander, the novel clearly tells how Damocles Rolle built Azkaban step by step and used it as a wizard prison, and tells the story of Damocles. Rolle made a series of thoughtful behavioral changes during that period.

Due to the suspicion of defaming the Ministry of Magic and illegally spreading the knowledge of black magic, this novel has been banned from printing and dissemination by the Ministry of Magic and has been completely suppressed. The book she has is considered out of print.

She has read this novel over and over many times, and many of the plots are already familiar to her, but when she feels bad, she still chooses this book to accompany her.

As Damocles Rolle's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter'

It's almost like the real thing, especially how Extis brutally tortured sailors to turn them into dementors, and how Damocles used dementors to imprison wizard prisoners. The author, Modem, Hermes, witnessed the general.

Sometimes, she even wondered whether her cold symptoms might also be related to this.

Because according to the description in the novel, the Dementor is also a kind of non-existence with a cold body.

But this is just a novel, and she knows it very well.

She had inquired about her parents, and even asked her to rummage through records in the Ministry of Magic, only to find that her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Damocles Roll had no one named Modemus Helmer at all. A subordinate with such a strange name.

The reason for such delusions is probably out of unwillingness.

She is already eleven years old, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com has not condensed even a trace of magic power.

It is the beginning of August, and the other little wizards may have already received their admission notices from Hogwarts. They can buy magic books at Lishen Bookstore, buy wizard robes at Lady Morkin's Robe Shop, and choose one at Ollivander's Wand Shop. Your own wand...

There are also telescopes for astronomy class, cauldrons for potions class, and even owls...

She wanted it all so much, she knew exactly what she needed to get to Hogwarts, and she knew the directions to each store like the back of her hand.

Even in my dreams, I often dream of interacting with the clerk, choosing the best one among the products with excellent vision, and secretly rejoicing for it.

But she also knew clearly that those fantasies were just fantasies.

What can you do if you are not reconciled, even the greatest wizard of our time, Dumbledore, is helpless about her situation.

She is destined to have nothing, she can only stay at home and read wizard novels to comfort herself.

So cold—

Another icy chill hit her, she shivered suddenly, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and her teeth made more frequent "clucking, clucking" bone knocks.

There are also highs and lows in the episodes of cold symptoms. When the lows are low, they can be relieved by diverting their attention. When the highs are high, they can only be carried hard, because at this time, she can't even control her attention.

She curled up on the sofa with her book in her arms and shivered, like a poor little beast who was about to freeze to death in a lonely and icy world.

So cold—

I hate—

Very unwilling—

At this moment, the book she was holding in her arms suddenly burst into a beam of cobalt blue light, shrouding her in an instant, as if forming a cocoon of light.

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