Hogwarts: Start with A Divorce and Marry Hermione Backhanded

"Very well, Braun.

Worthy of being my son.

Your father and I were also fast and good when I memorized this book. ”

Mr. Foley praised without blushing.

Not blushing at all for lying.

He was afraid that his son would be complacent.

How can you say he's lying about that?

This is called good intentions.

Braun sighed secretly.

"Sure enough, I'm still too crap.

A potions master like his own dad can recite at the same speed as himself.

I still have a talent bonus.

How wasted this original body is. ”

Immediately respectfully said:

"Father, I must work hard.

Aim to memorize this book before this month! ”

Mr. Foley was slowly drinking black tea.

Feeling his son's talent.

Hearing Braun's words almost squirted out the tea.

Hear, listen.

Memorize it before this month.

Is this human talk?

It took me half a year!

And it's all the kind that stumbles.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Braun asked with concern.

Mr. Foley wipes his mouth.

"Nothing, this tea is a little hot.

Son, though.

I think you have to combine work and rest in doing everything, right?

A month isn't it..."

Before Mr. Foley could finish his words, he saw Braun feel a little guilty.

Then he exuded a fighting spirit:

"That's right, Father!

One month is too long!

How can I be so depraved that?

I'm going to memorize this book in a week! ”

"Ahem, cough..."

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, nothing.

I'm so happy!

Be glad that you want to work hard.

Okay, let's go back.

Study hard. ”

Representative Foley waved his hand weakly.

What I obviously want to say is that a month is too short.

Just memorize it slowly, don't worry about it.

Who would have thought that this silly boy would misunderstand what he meant.

One week?

Co-authoring bragging about not paying taxes.

Then he began to fall into self-doubt again.

"Am I really such a waste of firewood?"

Think of yourself when Laozi taught herself.

It was once said that he awakened magic at the age of three, and began to learn all kinds of common sense at the age of four.

Learn about potions at the age of five.

At the age of six, he succeeded in refining potions.

At the age of seven, he can use all kinds of potions at his fingertips...

Before, Mr. Foley thought it was his Laozi bragging to himself.

But now think about it.

Could it be true?

Dad didn't lie to himself, but is he really too wasteful?

Braun, who had just left the house, did not know that his father had fallen into deep self-doubt because of his words.

At this moment, he returned to the bedroom with high spirits.

Began his own recitation.

In his opinion, those Potions masters must be geniuses who memorize a book in a few days.

It's like Hermione.

Known as Miss Jack of All Trades.

Even borrowed a time simulator to learn.

This is simply the king of volumes.

I have no advantage over such a person at all.

But what he didn't know was.

Even a scroll king like Hermione can't memorize a ten-centimeter-thick book in a week.

Not to mention that this is a magic book that will have an effect on the spirit.

But he doesn't know.

So such a beautiful misunderstanding arose.

"Parsley, from which the essence of poison parsley can be extracted... It is the main material for making shrinking potions and fox repressors. ”

"Horseradish, a cruciferous perennial erect herb...

It has been cultivated in eastern Europe and elsewhere for more than 2,000 years.

It is used after grinding a lot, and is one of the materials used to make laughter potions and elixirs. ”

"I didn't expect that such a thing as horseradish would have such a use."

Braun sighed with some surprise.

Then continue to memorize.

"Liquid grass..."

“......”

"Cuckoo, cuckoo..."

The clock hanging on the wall pops out a bird that keeps calling.

"It's twelve?"

"Gollum..."

Touched the bulging belly.

Braun put down the book.

Stood up and stretched.

He sat motionless in his seat all morning.

At the moment, his hands and feet are a little stiff.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock outside the door.

"Little young master, do you plan to eat lunch in the dining room or in the bedroom today?"

Dom's voice was shrill and thin.

Braun hesitated.

"I'll go down and eat.

Are Mom and Dad gone again? ”

From the memory of the original body, Braun learned that in general, Dom only asked himself where to eat.

The parents are no longer at home.

My father usually went to check his family's dragon farm or greenhouse.

Sometimes I also go to the shops in Diagon Alley.

And the mother is much simpler.

Shopping.

Meet three or two familiar witches to go shopping together.

Then do maintenance and watch plays.

"Yes, young master. The lord and lady went out to get busy. ”*