Harry Potter: Without Knowing Magic, I Can't Do Anything Other Than Create It Myself

With an extremely strong desire, Mo Chen kept recalling the Chinese food, thinking about the familiar taste, thinking about the bits and pieces of eating every morning, and finally he opened his eyes and waved his wand.

"Tofu brain, salty, leek flowers, pies, fritters, flapjacks, delicious dishes are served quickly!"

As the lengthy mantra is pronounced, the ingredients in front of you disappear and are replaced by a table of delicious northern Chinese breakfast.

Salted tofu brains, fritters, pies, flapjacks, and even a cup of soy milk.

Haha, it's really done.

It's that amazing.

He put together the materials in order to interfere less with reality, so that it would be easier to succeed, and the result was of course good.

"You actually created a breakfast magic of your own?!" Hermione looked at the food on the table in shock, her mouth closed.

She knew that Mo Chen would create magic on her own, but it was quite shocking to see it with her own eyes, and it was incredible for a while.

At the same time, Hermione was extremely proud of being the man I fancy.

"Come on, try the breakfast that we northern Chinese often eat."

"Well, good."

Hermione glanced at the breakfast on the table, it was very novel, she had never seen it, and she didn't know which one to eat first, so she picked a fritters that Huang Chengcheng had a lot of appetite.

The mouth is crispy and refreshing, and it is very delicious.

"Here, drink some soy milk, or eat some salty tofu brains, it's too oily just to eat this thing."

I have to say that the Chinese breakfast must be eaten with a combination to balance the oiliness or something.

"Uh-huh!" Hermione ate a mouthful full of oil, picked up the soy milk and took a sip....

It was really refreshing.

"Okay, eat slowly, let's go to the hall to eat." Mo Chen picked up the breakfast and walked to the hall.

"Hey, you wait for me." Hermione had just grabbed the hand of the fritters and rubbed it directly on the ink dust blouse.

"Oh, you can see it, it's too oily."

"You dare to dislike me!"

"No, no, just say it's too oily, hey, don't wipe ah~~~~

" "I'll wipe it randomly, don't run ~~"

The two finished this breakfast while frolicking.

......

Good times are always short, and it's time to 'work' again.

"Dust, I... I think we'd better wait, you just fought Voldemort yesterday, and now they're definitely on guard, it's not so easy for you to investigate.

After breakfast, Mochen wanted to find out Nagini's situation as soon as possible, but I don't know why, Hermione seemed unwilling to let Mochen take risks, she snuggled in Mochen's arms, and didn't want to let the other party leave.

"Don't worry, I become a ladybug, they can't find it, even if I find it, I can teleport back, it'll be fine." Ink dust comforted Hermione.

"But... Then there is no need to be in such a hurry, let's rest for a few days first, and then explore Nagini, how about it?

"It's easy to change these days, and I don't know what happened to Harry, by the way, did Harry write back?"

Mo Chen felt that one night was enough for the round-faced chicken to fly back and forth.

"Hmm... Didn't come back. Hermione shook her head.

"Why didn't you say it if you didn't come back... No, Hermione, I feel like you're not in the right shape lately. Mo Chen broke free from Hermione's embrace and looked at each other with a serious face.

"What's wrong with me?" Hermione looked innocent.

"Earlier we went to Gringotts, you tried to procrastinate, which is not in line with your character; Later, when you robbed the vault, not only did you not hesitate, but you were more excited than me, which did not fit your character; Later, when you took the dragon's blood, you didn't sympathize with the fire dragon at all, and even when you and I were on the minecart... You're also a little too proactive. The

more Mo Chen analyzed, the more he felt that Hermione's behavior was a little abnormal these days, it was not obvious a few days ago, but it has become more and more obvious recently.

"It seems to be!" Hermione thought about it, and even she felt that there was some truth in herself, what she was doing these days did not seem to be in line with her character.

At this moment, Mo Chen suddenly saw the pendant box hanging around Hermione's neck and was shocked.

"Hermione, have you been carrying a locket box these days?"

"Huh? yes, I see it's pretty beautiful. "

Take it off." Ink dust feels that it has found the culprit.

"Don't you think it's its problem, the remnant soul of Voldemort inside has been destroyed by us, and it is impossible to affect my mind." Hermione didn't quite agree with Mo Chen's point of view, but she took it off anyway and handed it to the other party.

Mo Chen took the pendant box and felt it carefully, and there was indeed no bad feeling.

However, just in case, he spat out a mouthful of dragon fire and burned it completely.

"I'll give you another necklace in a few days." Mochen looked at Hermione's frustrated face and comforted softly.

"This is a relic of Slytherin, and if your guess is correct, it is likely that magic has been applied that interfered with the wearer's mind." Although Hermione was quite hateful, she calmly analyzed a wave.

Although Slytherin is one of the Big Four at Hogwarts, he is also an evil wizard.

He hated Muggles to the bone, even with half-blood, and even left a strange snake in the school to drive away the "Mudbloods".

This wizarding relic, even if it is not spelled, may be infected with the breath of Slytherin.

You know, magic is very magical, anything can happen, a pendant box that can quietly affect the mind is not impossible.

"Well, I'm glad you can think so." Mochen looked at Hermione: "What are you thinking now?" "

Without the locket, let's see if Hermione will change her mind."

"Hmm... Still don't really want to go. Hermione was also a little embarrassed, she said, "It may take a while for the effects to disappear."

"It doesn't matter, you wait here, I'll probe and investigate."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The two hugged for a while, and the ink dust disappeared into the safe house.

Hermione stared at the burnt pendant box and sighed, "How could it be destroyed!" "

......

Voldemort and a gang of Death Eaters' lair at Malfoy Manor.

There is a magic enchantment around the manor, and you must know the password to enter, otherwise you will call the police.

This is kind of the identification system of friend or foe in the wizarding world.

This enchantment naturally couldn't hold back the ink dust, shrunk into an inch and flashed directly in.

He transformed into a ladybug and flew towards the main manor manor, which was supposed to be their main place of activity.

Ink dust followed a Death Eater and flew into the first floor.

This floor does not seem to be a core member, just like the underworld, several rooms are smoky miasma, either gambling or hi potions, one by one, all of them are killing red eyes at the gambling table.

Ink dust is also amazing, Voldemort is worthy of being a rural terrorist, forcing is no one Grindelwald, if Grindelwald sees his men so degenerate, he will definitely reward a set of 'Grindelwald gas stoves'.

The first floor was really not much to look at, and he flew to the second floor.