Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Hermione lowered her head and stared at her fingers.

On her slender finger, she was wearing an exquisite ring, a ring that Bell had just put on for her.

'Bell put a ring on me...Bell put a ring on me...'

Hermione's mind went blank, leaving only this sentence on a 'single loop'.

"Hermione?"

Looking at Hermione who was down again for some reason, Bell stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, but it had no effect.

Inexplicably, Bell felt a little guilty.

He was really frightened by the little witch's sudden and unexpected behavior today. I wonder what kind of trouble Hermione is planning to make?

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione finally came to her senses.

First she jumped up as if she was electrocuted and moved away from Bell. Then her eyes wandered from side to side, refusing to look directly at Bell.

"That's right! Bell, I suddenly remembered that I had some clothes and forgot to collect them! Sorry, I have to go back to collect them immediately! Goodbye!"

After saying that, Hermione turned around and bolted towards Hogwarts Castle.

"..."

Looking at Hermione's back, Bell scratched his head in confusion.

Aren't the house elves responsible for cleaning the little wizards' clothes? Does Hermione even wash her own clothes?

As expected of a Muggle family, you are so diligent!

At this point, the wizards were completely helpless. At least Bell himself was so pampered by the magic that he almost forgot how to wash clothes by hand.

But having said that, it seems that Hermione must really like her dress, otherwise she wouldn't run in such a hurry.

And he was so anxious that there was smoke coming out of his head.

What a pity. Bell originally planned to take advantage of this rare opportunity to teach Hermione some magic control skills. It seems that we can only wait until next time.

After stretching, Bell fell down on the recliner again.

There are still about 2 hours left before lunch time, and Bell plans to take a nap to soothe his soul after being tortured by Hermione.

‘…’

"ah--!"

Bell suddenly shouted and sat up.

"Can't sleep! And it's so boring!"

"Would you like to read for a while?"

"No! Today is a rare break. You can't be a nerd who just reads books all day long!"

Staying in the empty Quidditch field, Bell said to himself.

"Forget it! Never mind!"

Bell stood up, and the recliner under him quickly collapsed and turned into dirt, returning to the earth.

A violent strong wind suddenly formed, surrounding Bell and blowing his robes.

Looking up at the slowly rotating and enlarging snowball above, Bell decided not to take care of Professor McGonagall's emotions. If he was discovered, he would just make up an excuse to fool him.

Bell stretched out his right hand and aimed his palm at the magic singularity in the center of the snowball.

Powerful magic power rippled, and a large amount of magic power was injected into the singularity by Bell, causing the snowflakes to fly faster.

In just a few minutes, all the snow on the Quidditch pitch was gathered together. Then Bell threw it outside the pitch with a wave of his hand.

Bell waved and put away the personal terminal that was still recording.

"Let's go, go back and pick up Fina!"

…

In the afternoon, the sky started to get dark at this time.

The night in late autumn always comes early, and maybe in about half an hour, it will be dark outside the castle.

The little wizards, who had been having fun all day, began to return to the castle one after another, preparing to enjoy a delicious dinner.

But at this time, Professor McGonagall was not staying in her office as usual, preparing courseware to be used in class tomorrow Monday.

The old professor put on a thick robe and walked out of Hogwarts Castle facing the snowflakes blown by the evening breeze.

As this person gets older, her health deteriorates. Even though she wears a constant temperature badge, Professor McGonagall still feels waves of chills digging into the seams of her bones, and she must wrap herself up tightly.

, to feel better.

While walking towards the Quidditch pitch, Professor McGonagall thought of the letter she personally sent this morning.

It was a letter she sent to Mr. Menethil of Ravenclaw House. The letter recorded the punishment of confinement for the other party.

She knew that Miss Granger from her college had a very good relationship with the other party, and the little witch would definitely help the other party complete the punishment of confinement. Although the rules did not allow it.

Therefore, she deliberately increased the intensity of some punishments.

But now, Professor McGonagall feels a little regretful.

She was wondering if the punishment she had given was too harsh?

As mentioned before, unlike the misunderstanding of most students, Professor McGonagall is actually a very, very kind professor.

So now she plans to go to the Quidditch pitch to check the situation. It's almost dark, and if the snow hasn't been cleared yet, she doesn't plan to continue punishing it.

Miss Granger is only a little girl after all, and it would be bad if she catches a cold.

And corporal punishment is not the purpose, as long as Miss Granger can realize her mistakes.

What? You mean Menethil?

Who is that? Is there someone in her academy?

Walking through the thick snow, Professor McGonagall trudged outside the Quidditch pitch.

Along the way, Professor McGonagall felt more and more guilty as she walked. She really didn't expect that the snow was so thick!

I hope poor Miss Granger won't blame her. After all, if you don't suffer a little more when you are young, how can you become a talent when you grow up?

After passing through the long passage, Professor McGonagall finally entered the stadium. However, what she saw in front of her made her stunned.

"Lumos flash!"

Bright white fluorescence flew out of Professor McGonagall's wand and flew quickly around the Quidditch pitch.

There was no one in the pitch-black field. No one could see even a speck of snow on the ground or in the stands.

'How did they do it!?'

Professor McGonagall was confused.

She had been keeping an eye on the surveillance device. So she was very sure that no one had used a wand on the Quidditch pitch during the day.

So how on earth were they able to clear the snow so quickly and so cleanly?

Speaking of which, she seemed to have heard from the house elves that the little guy named Menethil seemed to have brought one of his own house elves with him when he came to Hogwarts to attend school?

At that time, she had disdainfully despised the group of Slytherin young masters and ladies, and protested to Dumbledore once?

But I didn't expect that Menethil would be assigned to Ravenclaw.

That’s right! That must be the case!

Professor McGonagall thought she had discovered the truth.

What a cunning little devil!

Although she was very reluctant, the other party did successfully take advantage of the loophole. It seems that she must think more carefully next time!

'Wait for me! Damn you kid! This is not over yet!'