Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

The next morning, Hema got up early, planning to gather the things she wanted to bring together, but she couldn't bring them all, after all, there were too many, and the suitcase with infinite extension was not comfortable.

But just as he was about to clean up, he found that Hermione and the others had gotten up at some time and started to help him clean up.

Hema also smiled when she saw the busy figures, so she walked lightly to the bedroom of her mother and Hannah.

"Hema? Why are you here?" Hannah also got up and was sitting by the bed combing her hair. Hema also stretched out her finger and hissed.

"I'm going to see Mom, don't disturb her, I slept quite late last night." Hema said softly, and sat next to Hannah.

"Comb my hair...you haven't combed my hair in almost two years."

"Isn't that because you won't let me comb it for you? You said I made it ugly. Let me comb it today. I'm not afraid of making it dark and ugly for you?"

"I don't have any, hurry up." After speaking, he handed the comb to Hema, and Hema also took it, and gently started to comb it for her.

Hannah felt Hema's hand pass between her hair, and slowly raised a smile, but it was a bit bitter.

"Hema, I give up."

"Give up what?"

"Give up on chasing your footsteps, I don't think I can keep up..."

"..." Hema also remembered what Hannah had told him last year. He comforted her, saying that your talent is very good, and if you work hard, you will definitely catch up with him.

But they all know that sometimes talent is not everything, there are many factors that will change it, so at this moment Hannah's words made Hema's heart flutter.

"But you said, I will always be your sister."

"Of course."

"Then there is only one direction for me to work hard, and that is to try to be a good person, to be Hema Abbot's sister, so that I can relax a lot... On the contrary, I am a little happy."

"Um."

"So, Hema, work hard, work hard, everyone in the Aibo family is proud of you." Hannah turned her head, held Hema's hand, and looked at him tenderly.

Hema also looked at Hannah, and grinned. This was the first time that Hema felt that Hannah had really grown up, that she was really a big sister!

The two talked a few more words, and Hema also slowly withdrew from the room, and then walked towards the kitchen. Although I ate a lot last night, there were still some unwashed ingredients left, so I ate them for breakfast Alright.

But as soon as he walked to the kitchen, he saw a strange figure standing there, adjusting the stove and preparing to cook.

"Mr. Cahall? Why are you in the kitchen?"

"Cook, everyone packs up for you. I don't want to be idle. It's a gift for everyone." The other party also patted Hema on the shoulder, and then picked up the apron beside her.

"Help me tie it."

"Okay, let's try the teacher's craft today." Hema also picked up the apron and helped put it on from the back, but the next second he found that he needed to stand on his toes to reach it.

"Teacher is so tall."

"That's something you need to consider. When you grow taller, it won't be so difficult." Cahor also complained, which made Hema very embarrassed.

"But how old are you?"

"En." After putting on the apron, Hema carefully and gently pulled out Mr. Cahall's hair from under the back apron.

But at this moment, a strand of hair just fell off and landed on Hema's clothes. When Hermione was about to pinch it, the long hair turned into a light red particle and dissipated.

This is magic? Does just a strand of hair have magical powers? And it's not ordinary magic power, it seems to be divine power, so it's too powerful.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Hema gently smoothed her hair, and then tied the string around her waist.

"By the way, is there anything you don't want to eat?"

"No, it's fine as long as you look at it, and other people shouldn't have any taboos, I observed the situation last night.

"

"Yeah." Cahor nodded softly, and gently picked the broken hair by his ear with his fingers.

But this little thing made Hema's heart tremble. Does Mr. Cahall have such gentle feminine movements? Today is really a good day.

After leaving the kitchen, Hema also walked to the window in boredom. Looking at the sun rising outside the window, he seemed to be thinking of nothing. Of course, the next second he was curious about who came to pick him up.

According to Dumbledore, someone should be sent over there, and there is also one here, but which teacher is here? Professor McGonagall?

But before Hema finished thinking, there was a sudden roar of an engine on the empty road, but no car was coming.

Then, a black shadow suddenly flashed down from above, a motorcycle suddenly landed on the ground with a muffled sound, a big man also got off the motorcycle slowly, looked around, Then scratched his head.

"Hagrid?" Hema was also taken aback, then opened the door and walked out quickly.

"Hema? Why are you here... Are you using a spell?" Hagrid looked up, and found that he really couldn't see any houses.

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, it was supposed to be Professor McGonagall who came to connect with the other party, and then came to pick you up, but the other party seemed to have encountered some small troubles, so Professor McGonagall went there. I will come here to inform you first. It may take It's afternoon."

"Well, thanks Hagrid, by the way, have you had breakfast yet?"

"not yet."

"That's fine."

"No, no, I have to go back..."

"It's okay, the school is on holiday now, come on, see me off, Harry and Sirius may come over later, you go together."

"Okay." Hagrid also nodded, but before he put the motorcycle away, several figures flashed not far away.

In the middle is a witch wearing a black robe, followed by two people, a young wizard and a beautiful witch, but all three of them were injured at this time, especially the old witch in the black robe in the middle.

The whole arm seemed to be pierced by something, and the blood remained along the arm, and the wizard and witch beside him were also covered in blood.

"Help... sir... can we go to your house to hide for a while..." the old witch said stumblingly, and then glanced at Hagrid. "Hey... are you Mr. Hagrid?"

"You are?"

"I'm Kadia, Professor McGonagall and we were attacked by a dark wizard, she covered us and left first, go help her!"

"Huh?!" Hema's eyes widened suddenly, "How is it possible, who attacked you? Are you from France?"

"Are we here to meet... are you Hema Abbott? We are here to pick you up. We were going to meet Professor McGonagall at the Cavan Restaurant in London, and then come here to pick you up, but we met Black Horn Attack of the stars."

"Black Horned Star?"

"It's a dark wizard organization in France, but it's not as large as the Death Eaters. There are only a dozen or so dark wizards, but they're all pretty powerful, and they're good at guerrilla warfare..." The witch next to him took the conversation.

"Sorry, it's my responsibility this time, they followed me..." The wizard who had been silent all this time suddenly opened his mouth.

"Clough, don't say that!"

"Okay, Hagrid, you take them in first!" Hema waved her hand, opened the secret medicine directly, and the door opened by itself.

"Little guy!" Hema growled, and the little guy flashed out of the room and flew towards him.

"Huh?"

"Can you perceive Professor McGonagall's position?"

"Boom."

"Sure enough, it's not easy to handle...

"I'll take you there." Cahor's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Okay, no, why are you..."

But before Hema finished thinking, she disappeared in place, opened her eyes again, and came to a huge factory.

After a few clicks, several figures appeared beside her, Hermione, Ellie, Aisha, Dogan, and Astoria.

"Huh? This is it."

"It's the battlefield...Everyone, get ready to fight!"