Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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In the underground tower, Hermione took the lead, without any hesitation. Really, even if Maca comes through this numerous levels, she may not be better than her.

As if she already knew the correct way to pass all the level puzzles.

Since the moment she and Furong moved forward one after the other, she has always hung the other side in front, will not rush too fast, but will not let the other side catch up.

After successively breaking through the first level, as an eye opened up, an empty floor immediately came into her eyes.

At this level, there is almost everything at a glance.

In the center of the round room, a beautifully carved stone platform stands there. And on top of this spherical stone egg, there is a gorgeous crown with a golden luster.

Hermione flashed to the side calmly, then clenched her wand and stared at the place she had just appeared.

Her expression was very focused, her eyes were calm and very, she seemed to be very skilled in this kind of thing. She waited patiently, with the wand in her hand pointing steadily forward, and she knew that the target would soon appear.

Just when she was concentrating and waiting for something, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Just looking at the other person's godlike appearance, it was obvious that God had not been set in the transmission of the flying network.

Suddenly, a red light cut through the air between the two and hit the other side silently.

"boom!"

The unintentional shock caught him off guard, and he was hit by the stun spell on the ground.

"Armor Guard" "Except your weapon."

Hermione's speed was only less than a second faster than the opponent, but this was enough to completely disarm the opponent.

A magic wand quietly spun up and landed a few meters away.

"Don't act lightly!"

Hermione stretched out her wand and pressed it decisively against the opponent's neck.

Until then, the raid was about to end, and Hermione pressed the following Furong firmly to the ground to control it.

However, at this moment, Furong did not show the slightest panic. She was just struggling hard, her eyes staring at Hermione's face with a very straightforward fierceness in her eyes.

Moreover, there was even a hint of confusion and sluggishness.

Hermione didn't care about Furong's strange performance at all. She seemed to understand the cause and effect of the whole thing. She stretched out her hand and took out a small potion bottle, opened the stopper and poured it into Furong's mouth. .

"Say! Who are you? Who sent you? What is the attempt?" Hermione frowned, her words sharp and decisive.

Furong's expression was a little chaotic, constantly twisting to get out of Hermione's control, but she couldn't help it.

But despite her rebellion, she answered the question very honestly.

"... I'm Fleur Delacour ... I ... my mother wants me to take Ravenclaw's crown."

She doesn't look very cooperative and behaves particularly irritably.

"Who sent your mother?"

"... No, I don't know ... she didn't say."

"So, do you have any other associates?"

"……I do not know."

"Don't know anything? The last question is whether your mother casts a soul-cure spell on you?"

"... No, no, how could it be ..."

"Hum!" Hermione snorted, and her wand tightened again. "All petrochemicals."

The next moment, Furong was stiff, and her legs and feet were lying flat on the ground, no longer struggling to move.

Hermione squinted, then touched her jaw extremely masculine, then shook her head.

"That kid was right, Voldemort was aiming at the crown ..." She frowned and groaned, "Well ... It seems that this little girl is indeed Drakul. After all, vomiting does not lie ... I'm afraid her mother is already under the control of the Soul Spell. "

"Inviting the elders of the Warriors to meet the children this time really brought out the means of that dark devil."

Since there are no more people here, Hermione doesn't have to look like that anymore.

After a little thought, she bent down and turned out a bottle of blue special flying powder. Then she put a floating curse to lift the stiff hibiscus and limped to the corner.

Subsequently, she temporarily covered her figure with a magic spell.

Looking at his walking habit, familiar people can see at a glance that this "Hermione" is simply a Mad-Eye Moody posing.

"Speaking of which, this little girl is really a bad mold ... but, since she doesn't know anything at all, she can't hold off ... there must be a companion outside, and it's definitely more than just her mother."

"Hermione" glanced at the gold crown on the middle stone platform, then took out the bottle containing the red special flying powder and fell to the ground, and the magic wand lit it instantly.

Then, she did not wait for rescue to come in, and decisively stepped into Hongyan and disappeared in place.

At the same time, in the center of the circular platform on the ground, everyone just saw the green magic flame suddenly turned into red, and Hermione rushed out from it.

"I abstain!"

She shouted, and then disregarded the slightly surprised eyes of the audience, quickly left the platform and rushed into the lounge beside the court.

Hermione, who had just rushed into the lounge, twisted her mouth, then opened her mouth to spit, and a small core fell on her palm.

Just hearing her clear her throat, her voice has changed back to the hoarseness and peculiarity of Mad-Eye Moody.

Although he seemed to be in a hurry, his perennial Auror career kept him organized. No matter how urgent it was now, it wouldn't make him forget to put a magic spell on himself.

Moody, who was still Hermione, became transparent as a cold shower bathed her whole body. When he was sure of it, he hurried out of the lounge again and hurried to Dumbledore's side.

...

In fact, the real Hermione wasn't as easy at this time as the Mad-Eye Moody, disguised as Hermione in compound decoction.

However, her "difficulty" came from her parents ...

"Mom! I said it all, I didn't like Harry ... we were just good friends!"

In the girl's bedroom in the Gryffindor Tower, Hermione blushed and explained desperately, but that didn't seem to work.

"Oh baby, I mean ... maybe that ... McLean?" Her mother smiled narrowly. "Don't be so shy. You are already 15 years old this year. I want to be your mother and me ..." "

"Oh my god, mother, I don't want to hear from you and my dad anymore ..." Hermione couldn't help covering her forehead and said weakly, "Yeah! I'm only 15 years old!"

"I don't think it's too early for a girl?" Her mother said, holding her daughter's shoulders. "Although I haven't seen Mr. McLean, today, Mr. Porter looks good. Oh!"

"If you are satisfied, you must hurry up ... Although Dad is very reluctant, if my baby daughter likes it, I will have to agree with Dad ..."

Mr. Granger's words sounded sad, but his face was full of sloppy smiles.

"Hey! Dad!" Hermione pursed her lips and turned her head angrily.

"Seriously, which one do you like? It was so hard for my father and mother to come here to take a look. Although many things look strange, but my baby looks happy every year?"

Mr Granger seemed interested, and continued with a smile:

"And ... I still remember! Last time, our little baby seemed to be crying secretly in the room! For whom?"

"No! I didn't cry!" Hermione turned her head back again suddenly, arguing loudly with a wrinkled nose.

In normal days, Miss Bestone, who is always independent and in front of everyone, is more like a normal girl in front of her family.

Seeing her cute looks like a coquettish and a temper, the Grangers laughed.

The daughter of their family is all good ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has been stronger than other children's children since childhood. But girls who are too strong on the surface can actually suffer easily, especially when they meet boys who are stronger than her.

What's more terrible is that a girl like Hermione can easily fall in love with that kind of boy, although it's too difficult to find a boy who can convince her.

But now, seeing some of the young Grangers, they were more worried.

For them, as long as their baby daughter can live happily, that's all good! But they can't even imagine what happened to make their daughter secretly cry.

Although they were worried, when the Grangers found out that their daughter seemed to be reshaping, they only guessed some details.

Although they are joining forces to amuse their daughter at this moment, their real purpose is to see the "criminal killer" who makes her daughter cry.

Oh, OK! Maybe it's just the suspect, who knows!

"... Baby, talk about me? Is there anything you can't talk to Mom and Dad?" Hermione's mother said to her, "If anyone wants to bully my little baby, my mother can't let him go!"

"Yes, don't let it go!" Mr. Granger also cheerfully added.

Hermione sat tightly beside them, opening her mouth with a halt of words, but eventually shook her head.

"No, Dad ... Mom ... I'll do it myself, and ... He didn't bully me ..."

Despite saying so, Hermione couldn't help complaining:

"Yeah! He didn't bully me ... just because he didn't bully me, I just" She secretly hummed and shook her head vigorously, "I won't let him bully me! I want to bully me! He's right! "