The Death Knell

"It has been decided from above that you will stay in school during the Christmas holiday."

Just when Hermione was in a daze holding the potion book, the physical education professor appeared in front of her at some point and said these words.

He seemed very satisfied and sat next to her and drank.

Hermione frowned, she was angry like a kitten and said: "Why do you make decisions for me?"

"You have difficulty choosing." The professor replied, taking out a bottle of soda and putting it on her head: "And it just happened not long ago, you definitely don't want Voldemort to know where you live, right? He likes to torture Muggles the most. "

When she heard this, she immediately covered the bottle above her head: "Are my parents okay?"

"It's okay. The only connection they have with the magic world is you, and the students' home addresses are very reliable." Su Ming raised his head and drank. Sure enough, it was better to eat boiled mutton when drinking in winter. Drinking whiskey dry felt a little less flavorful.

Hermione relaxed a little. She closed the potions textbook and took a sip of the soda. Only this Fanta-like soda could make her feel some of the feelings of modern society.

She thought about it and moved the corner of her mouth: "Has the ring been finally dealt with last time?"

"You mean Horcruxes? Of course, I know a few 'old' people who are very professional in this regard, more professional than Principal Dumbledore. They stripped the soul fragments from the ring... As for the ring itself, it is now hidden in a safe place by the principal."

"Can the Resurrection Stone really resurrect the dead?" The little girl blinked.

"No, the three Deathly Hallows are useless. The ring will read the holder's mind and create a 'thought body' between a living person and a ghost. Simply put, it is a ghost that can be touched. .These created things have the appearance of the person in your memory, and their hearts are full of pain and resentment at the moment of death. It will gradually drive the living person crazy, because it only begs you to kill it every day to free it. "

Su Ming gave a very non-fairy tale answer, because that's the truth.

The Resurrection Stone tortures the souls of your dead friends and relatives, the Elder Wand always betrays its wielder, and the Invisibility Cloak is not immune to creatures with a keen sense of smell such as dogs.

"Horcrux..."

Hermione murmured and leaned against the wall. Fortunately, the castle was often cleaned by elves. The wall did not stain her black robe, but the blue scarf got a little bit of debris from between the bricks:

"Why did Voldemort split his own soul? I used your approval note to check the forbidden book. The book said that making a Horcrux not only requires the pain of death, but may even directly erase the soul of the caster."

Deathstroke crossed his legs and leaned his strong back against the wall: "That's true. It is said that the success rate is frighteningly low, but Voldemort has succeeded many times. I can only guess that he may have special cutting skills."

"How many times?" Hermione shook her head. This sounded too risky.

"Seven times, he has a total of seven Horcruxes. As long as the Horcruxes are immortal, his soul fragments can be resurrected at any time." The professor was very relaxed about this. He seemed not to care when he said this: "Fortunately, the disaster The immortal one has severely damaged his body, and he can no longer split into new Horcruxes. We just need to be careful about him possessing other people again."

Hermione covered her head. She didn't know why Voldemort also liked the number seven, but she was more concerned about the exam:

"But Quirrell is dead, and we still don't have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. What about the final exam?"

"There will be a new teacher taking office after the winter vacation. As for the exams? What you have studied on your own is enough."

Su Ming waved his hand, Hermione just loved studying so much that she was useless.

There is still half a year before the exam before the summer vacation. Are you thinking about those who are not afraid of hair loss now?

"Come on, come and walk with me on the eighth floor. Don't sit here all the time." He pulled her up from the stool and walked straight towards a huge tapestry.

Hermione's eyes turned numb again, and she put the textbook away and put it back in the space bag: "You taught me how to drive an excavator last night. My arms are all soft now. I've exercised too much!"

"Oh, I'm doing it for your own good. Have you ever thought about it. What if you can't find a suitable wizard job after graduation? How will you make a living? You have to eat, right? Learning the excavator, a necessary skill for a top student, will help you in the future. If you really can’t do it, you can still find a job at a Muggle construction site, you won’t starve to death.”

"..."

Hearing such righteous words, the little girl was speechless. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was some truth in it.

Yes, she has seen several people who lost their jobs after graduation. They were the 'slave workers' in Wilson's Automatic Wand Shop. Before they worked for the professor, they were all unemployed and homeless. Worse than an elf.

Although I am not a Gryffindor, but a better Ravenclaw, this does not guarantee that I will find a good job after graduation.

What if?

She was silent for a while, then raised her head and blinked: "Professor, I also want to learn electric welding."

The professor smiled, and his big warm hand fell on the top of her head: "Well, electric cutting is sometimes useful. When the weather gets warmer, I will also teach you how to use a long knife to shave other people's heads. Beauty and hairdressing is also a craft. "

Hermione always felt like something was wrong...

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The two masters and apprentices walked in the corridor for a while, having warm conversations from time to time, and soon came to the tapestry where the troll beat Bonaparte silly.

The troll in these pictures is wearing a little pink skirt, dancing ballet, and at the same time hitting a man on the head with a small tree-like stick in his hand.

Hermione thought it was a bit cruel, but the wizards all regarded it as a joke, and no one cared why the tapestry was here.

She didn't like trolls, and her hands itched when she saw them since Halloween, and she wanted to take out a gun to prove that her mind was not blank because of fear.

At this time, she heard the professor's question. He pulled her back and forth in front of the tapestry, as if admiring the paintings, and asked: "If I give you a priceless treasure and everyone wants to snatch it, what do you think?" If you can't save it to Gringotts, what will you do?"

The girl touched her hair and straightened the place where the professor had scratched her. "Then I need a place to hide things."

The professor didn't answer, but just took her back and forth three times while she was still thinking. Suddenly, a door that she had never seen before appeared on the wall.

It was very smooth and not very big, but it opened a small slit and looked like it was beckoning Hermione in.

The girl looked at the professor, who also looked surprised: "I have heard that Hogwarts has many secrets. Hermione, you may have discovered one of them today."

"Is it safe?" She was about to stir in her heart. After her last adventure, she found that she fell in love with the feeling of exploring.

Su Ming reached out and opened the door. It was dark inside and he couldn't see anything clearly outside: "You will be fine if I am here. As for what this is, can't you just go in and take a look?"

"Lumos!"

Hermione took out her wand as a light, put her other hand into her pocket, touched the handle of the shotgun, and dove into the mysterious room.