Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Focus."

Carrying his wand, Charles walked over.

"Imagine when casting the spell, imagine that you are going to destroy the object in front of you."

"Store up, and then... release!"

"Boom!"

Concentrate on one point.

Hermione calmed down, she told herself as she closed her eyes.

The next moment, she felt a huge impact rushing out of her wand, and then. . Boom!

Ke opened her eyes excitedly, but Hermione was puzzled to find that the ceramic monster was still struggling to beat the shield covering her body.

"The momentum is good, but it's a pity that it was crooked."

Hermione blushed.

Ciel raised his wand, and at the same instant, the ceramic dwarf stepped into the footsteps of its companion, turning into a cloud of powder and dissipating into nothingness.

Hermione got up from the ground with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Do not be discouraged."

Charles reassured.

"Today is only the first day."

The little girl was not discouraged, she nodded, and the eager expression soon appeared on her face again.

Charles knew that his choice was right. If it was an intelligent creature that could speak, or a beast that would drip blood all around, Hermione would probably have gone on strike by now.

"Zi-"

Although Hermione seemed to be planning to chop something to practice, but Charles rejected the plan.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

He started to draw the portal.

The time in Oz is also different from that of the outside world, but it is much faster than that in Wonderland, basically the same flow rate as the outside world. The darkening sky here means that Hogwarts is also at night.

. . .

The two who returned to Hogwarts did not notice that not far from where they left, a little ceramic girl who was not as tall as an adult's calf was hiding behind the ceramic wall, showing a small head, curiously Watch the direction they left.

. . .

Back at Hogwarts Castle, the first thing Hermione did was to run back to her bedroom and take a good shower.

After fighting outside all afternoon, the sweat on her body was still the mud sticking to her clothes, and she felt as if she had fallen into a mud puddle.

"etc.."

Charles tried to stop her from behind, but unfortunately, the little girl grew up faster, maybe her physical fitness temporarily surpassed that of a boy of the same age as Charles, in the blink of an eye, Hermione ran away and disappeared.

Forget it, then let the house-elf keep two copies alone. It is estimated that by the time she finishes taking care of it, dinner time will be long past.

"Enjin!"

Find an abandoned classroom, Ciel called.

Enjin is mainly responsible for the Slytherin dormitory, but it can also be called outside the dormitory, because other house-elves will find Enjin and tell it when they hear the call.

Sure enough, not long after, Enjin, the house elf, appeared in front of Charles with a bang.

"May I ask what you need, Monsieur Diamo."

Enjin said softly.

"I need dinner for two, send it here, thank you."

"We are happy to help!"

Enjin's tone was very excited.

The average house-elf, though not as open-minded as Dobby, likes to be thanked just as much.

They don't like the respect contained in gratitude, but they understand gratitude as a kind of recognition, the highest level of recognition in recognition.

And Enjin. .

It didn't take long before Enjin brought two steaming dinners, bowed slightly, and disappeared again.

Charles swept all the dinner into the space bag, and then took out a piece of parchment.

"Dinner is over, come to Gryffindor Tower, find me in the classroom on the lower floor of the Divination classroom, Charles."

He folded the written parchment into a crooked paper airplane, and threw it forward vigorously while facing Hermione.

The plane made of parchment was naturally very bad. It only glides less than half a meter before falling to the ground, but when Charles picked it up and opened it again, the words on it had disappeared.

At the same time, on a blank piece of parchment on the table in Hermione's bedroom, lines of text began to emerge.

Metaphor magic, paper airplanes.

Paper airplanes always get the message out, like a bottle.

Originally, Charles wanted to start the portal and reach out to hand over the small note, but after thinking about it, forget it, after all, there is Hermione's roommate there.

It seems that it's time to find something that can be contacted instantly. Metaphor magic can allow Ciel to easily deliver the message to the desired person. Even if there is no metaphor magic, Ciel will know other magic.

But for Hermione, this kind of magic is a bit difficult. It is not easy for her to contact Charles.

It's not that there is no solution. In the busiest commercial street in the magic world of Paris, there is an alchemy shop called the Weird Alchemy Shop, which has some very practical gadgets.

I heard that the owner of this store has been instructed by Nicolas May, and he is also the highest level alchemist who opened the store.

He has a notebook that is similar to the combination of a double-sided mirror and Tom Riddle's diary. One notebook is torn into two sections, and each person holds one half. Write text in one half, and the other half of the notebook will receive the text.

Very easy to use, Shire can contact and manage so many confidante, this special notebook is indispensable.

If you count on owls. . Hehe, this is scarier than checking your phone.

After waiting for about an hour, Charles read through the two pages of magic theory again, and finally heard Hermione's footsteps.

The little girl ran in.

"Feel sorry."

She said with embarrassment that Wonderland, Oz, and Hogwarts had different times, which made her completely mess up the time and missed dinner.

"It's okay, I knew dinner was over, so I resubmitted two copies."

"Recall?"

While speaking, Charles had opened the portal to Unigel again, and the room serving as a transfer station was already filled with sumptuous dinners.

The exquisite round wooden table is full of masterpieces of Hogwarts house elves, roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausages, pork chops, baked potatoes, apple pie, raisin pudding, donuts, pumpkin juice and orange juice .

The variety is no worse than what you eat in the lobby.

"Wow."

When a girl of this age was growing up, Hermione was already so hungry that her stomach was growling. Seeing so much food, she immediately put the problem behind her and ran directly into the portal.

She picked up the orange juice from the table and drank half of the glass in one breath.

After spending so long eating and drinking at the Gryffindor table, the two of them had already gotten used to it, so Hermione grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed on it.

Well, and it is worthy of being the beauty model of Miss Watsons in the future. Even if she holds chicken legs with both hands, she looks better than ordinary people.

Hermione's question about ordering dinner was being fooled by Charles just like that, he didn't want to tell her such crap about house-elves, and he didn't want to go to some vomiting club.

This thing, she will play casually when she has energy in the future.

It is better to have one more thing than one less thing now, and it is better to focus on the upcoming plot.

Of course, if it's the Mermaid Protection Association or something, Charles doesn't mind. . Those in the Black Lake don't count.

The ruins of the quiet town are silent in a quiet darkness, only this stone house exudes dim light, the light bulb illuminates the hall like day, the generator is humming slightly, beside the wooden table, Charles and Hercules The two little ones, Min, were feasting.

After eating nonsense, both of them felt almost full, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and Charles asked.

"How do you feel facing today's monsters?"

"My performance seems to be worse than expected."

The little girl wiped her hands, and was very dissatisfied with her practice today. She saw that Charles released magic with ease, and when she learned the spells of the floating spell, it was also very easy. She thought it was an easy task.

result. .

"It's only the first day, nothing."

"I have also practiced magic for a long time."

Hermione nodded.

She hadn't been hit, and if such a difficulty could knock her down, she wouldn't be Gryffindor anymore.

"When do we start tomorrow?"

"Old time."

Ciel took another sip of pumpkin juice.

Well, the effect was even better than he expected. Originally, he thought that Hermione would not like this kind of actual combat practice. He had already found a good reason for tomorrow's practice, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

Hermione was still puzzled though.

"But... Are we really in danger? Isn't Hogwarts the safest place in the wizarding world? Headmaster Dumbledore is in the school."

Charles was silent for a moment. If there is only the main plot, then it is true.

"Believe me, if that day does come, it might be worse than we thought."

"Then we need to tell the principal."

Of course not, because Charles still didn't know what was going on with Dumbledore, but he couldn't refuse too simply, so he pretended to think for a while, and shook his head.

"Not yet."

Because Hermione didn't know much about the fairy tale world and what happened to her, she didn't become suspicious and nodded vigorously.

She still believed in Charles.

"suck-"

Ciel sucked on pumpkin juice.

"By the way, practice a spell with me tomorrow."

"What?"

Hermione, who was still thinking about it, was indeed attracted by this question.

In her impression, Ciel knows a lot of magic, so much that it doesn't look like a first-year freshman, but Ciel also said that this is a secret.

Unexpectedly, there is magic that Charles does not know.

"Apparition."

"Apparition..."

The little girl frowned, thinking.

"A fee-based course for the sixth grade."

Charles pointed out.

"Yes, that's it! I saw it in the introduction to the Ultimate Wizarding Exam, but you are only in the first grade..."

When Charles mentioned this, Hermione immediately remembered.

"That's why I need your help."

"Suck-"

. . .

Enchanted Forest, East.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes quietly appeared in the ruins.

Walking through the ruins in a daze, she crawled out of the mud and had to recognize a fact.

"We..failed?"

As if she couldn't believe it, she whispered to herself softly.

The castle has collapsed, the brilliance of magic seems to be extinguished, the old people have disappeared, and everything has become a thing of the past, whether it is ambition, power, money, or invincible power.

All vanished.

She wandered as if she had lost her soul.

But suddenly, she seemed to see something.

Taking a nimble step, the owner of the silver dancing shoes seemed to be just taking a normal step, and seemed to be drawing a graceful dance step in the air. The next moment, she had arrived at an abandoned open space more than ten meters away.

It looks like a former castle hall.

But this is not the point. The point is that she saw a broken mirror on the ground, and there was a sharp sword stuck in the mirror.

This long sword is also the reason why it shattered.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes walked over.

"Magic Mirror.."

"It's broken too."

she murmured.

become more tranced.

But it was just this whisper, as if something was awakened, and a faint green gradually emerged on the surface of the broken mirror.

"Yes, is that you, Wei, great"

Like an old TV with insufficient signal, a intermittent sound suddenly came from the broken mirror.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes suddenly raised his head.

"Mirror, you are not dead yet."

"Yes, yes, yes, great great.."

"Shut up and tell me what happened."

Although the magic mirror stumbled, its memory was not lost. It knew exactly what happened. In its stuttering narration, the owner of the silver shoes gradually figured out the whole process.

"I know, it's all because of"

"Yes, yes, great, great.."

"I, we failed"

"Even the Lord, the Master"

The voice in the magic mirror seemed to be crying.

But listening to the cry of the magic mirror, the owner of the silver dancing shoes seemed to calm down.

"No, we still have a chance."

The magic mirror's crying stopped suddenly.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes stretched out her hand and grabbed the sharp long sword that pierced through the magic mirror. She pulled it hard and pulled it out of the ground.

"ah!"

The magic mirror let out a roar like a scream.

"Loyalty, Courage, Truth"

The owner of the silver dancing shoes slowly stroked the sharp surface of the long sword, his slender fingers brushing over the exquisite writing on the surface of the long sword.

I don't know what kind of material the long sword is made of. Even though it has been silent here for an unknown period of time, it is still extremely sharp and the surface is as smooth as new.

It can even reflect the figure.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes suddenly drew a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"We still have a chance."

She said again, and this time, she was no longer confused, and her tone became certain.

"Everything can be done again."

"Clang!"

The long sword seemed to emit a rebellious metal hum, and some kind of light was fleeting, but as the owner of the silver dancing shoes turned his wrist slightly, it soon fell silent again.

But with this fleeting light, the surface of the long sword seemed to reflect half a face, half, a dark green face.

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