The Death Knell

The door to the lounge opened, and the two people outside the door immediately saw a figure lying on Hermione's bed in a posture like a reclining Buddha. As a sugar thief who sneaked in, he saw the two people. Not only did he have no intention of running away, he also raised a hand and shook it:

"young."

At this moment, many things flashed through Arthur's mind. He recognized this person as Mr. Wilson, the former physical education professor at Hogwarts, the teacher Hermione mentioned most often. Many of her Skills and even thinking were all taught by him.

As a parent with a lot of children at home, Arthur had naturally met him before. The professor had Hermione with him most of the time.

But now I took a closer look and found the problem. Would a normal teacher lie on the bed of a female student?

He still looks very natural. Does this mean something?

Mr. Weasley's eyes widened immediately. He realized that he seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen. Although the wizarding world didn't mind things like teacher-student love, Hermione was the Minister of Magic now. Once word spreads about anything about it, it will be amplified by those who are interested.

Therefore, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he must firmly support Professor Dumbledore's successor. He immediately did what he thought was right, which was to turn around and leave:

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm going to look out for you outside the office. If someone comes over, I'll get out of the way."

After saying that, he ignored Hermione who looked helpless, turned around and left quickly, just as he said, he went to stand guard outside the office door.

And what else can the female minister do? She rolled her eyes, put down the gun in her hand wordlessly, walked to the bed with it, bared her little tiger teeth and said, "Why are you lying on my bed? This time Mr. Weislai misunderstood."

"You still haven't learned, my student." Su Ming sat up from the bed. He came out of the mahjong parlor before dawn in the morning and came to the office of the Ministry of Magic to wait for Hermione to go to work. Here is a picture Why can't I lie down on the bed? You must know that in the career of a mercenary, people can sleep in the cardboard boxes of dead beggars: "The opinions of outsiders are the most insignificant things. You are also a leader now, so remember what I told you. ....."

"The greater the ability, the more choices?" Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned the shotgun on the edge of the bed: "I remember, but your choice is to steal my candy?"

"I originally planned to have breakfast with Howard and his family, but that family couldn't stay up late. They went directly back to the company to rest, so I had to go out to find food by myself." Su Ming touched the student's little head, and now Hermione Her hair was very smooth and felt good: "But fried fish and potatoes are all sold on the street. How can you have that kind of food for breakfast? I didn't want to eat toast. You happened to have some sugar in the office, so I ate some."

"You won't feel hungry if you don't eat, let alone malnourished." Hermione held the professor's hand and took it away from her head: "You must want to examine me, but we were here a few days ago We’ve met in the Monster Universe, haven’t you seen my fighting prowess now?”

"It's one thing to be able to fight on the frontal battlefield, but it's another thing that the candy in the office may be poisoned by the enemy." Su Ming switched to touching Hermione's head with his strangulating tentacles: "This is what I taught you. Lesson 1001: Don’t eat food that is out of your sight, even for just a second. The same goes for wine and drinks. Candy that has been left on the desk in the office for who knows how long? I’m afraid you will be drugged one day.”

Taking a deep breath, Hermione was speechless. Although her office was very safe, the candies placed on the table were indeed a safety hazard.

She was just because there used to be candy on Principal Dumbledore's desk. Even though it was a pile of cockroaches, she still felt there was no harm in imitating it, but in the eyes of the professor, this was obviously not a good habit.

No wonder, the professor always carries everything he wants to eat with him and never eats what others bring out. He is just so cautious.

"I understand. From now on, I will also keep food in my carry-on space." Hermione stood up and dragged the professor's hand hard, preparing to pull him out of the bedroom: "But let's not talk about that first, you came at the right time today. , I just got news from Sirius that something called ancient magic seems to have appeared, and it has some connection with Hogwarts. I am about to go back to school to have a look."

"Ancient magic...how old is it? Is it some kind of spell or some kind of energy?" Su Ming searched his memory. He didn't think he had heard this term in the Harry Potter stories. What was it? Deep world setting? Or... is it a new job created by the enemies behind the strange hand?

You have to go and see it.

"To be honest, I don't know, the phrase doesn't exist in my memory."

As a super academic, Hermione was very confident in her memory. She took the professor's hand back to the office, sat him down on the sofa, picked up the letter from the desk and showed it to him directly. The little mouth kept talking:

"None of the current members of the Order of the Phoenix know about the existence of so-called ancient magic. They should have asked Principal Dumbledore or Mr. Grindelwald, but the old couple seemed to have secretly traveled around the world and could not find anyone for the time being. Therefore, Members of the Order wanted to work through me because I have connections in the wizarding world in France and the United States."

"Sirius still wants to trouble you with this kind of thing. He is such a useless guy. Can't he use his subjective initiative and go to an old man like Nick Flamel or Newt Scamander to ask... ....”

This is the case in the magic world. When mysterious things need to be identified, you always need to ask someone older. After all, these hidden things cannot be found using search engines on the Internet.

The combat effectiveness of the old mages is another matter. It can be seen that they are well-informed, especially Newt. He was also a ruthless man who traveled around the world countless times and had countless adventures when he was young. If he didn't know it, Su Ming thought it was best to take Hermione to rob the tomb to see if he could use the black light ring to wake up Merlin, who had been dead for thousands of years.

Although he said this and his tone was very disdainful, he still opened the letter and looked at the content written in it.

It has to be said that as a member of the pure-blood aristocratic Black family, Sirius's handwriting is not very good. It really looks like it was scratched by a dog, and he can only barely read it.

"The Minister of Magic, Ms. Hermione Joan Granger, personally informed me that I recently heard about something called ancient magic from a dying goblin. It is said to be so powerful that it can destroy the world. After my After investigation and research, I heard that it is related to Hogwarts and is of great importance. I hope to meet and have a confidential discussion. I have recently stopped at the old house of the Black family. Yours sincerely, Hillis Ori Black."

Su Ming, who was bored, pinched his throat and imitated the artificial voice of a stupid aristocrat. After reading the content of the letter, his exaggerated winking expression made Hermione giggle, but she was still a serious girl, so she spoke next. It’s also business:

"Sirius is not that kind of person. Although he has some aristocratic pride, he is actually a nice person. So Professor, what do you think? Are we going to see him?"

"No, if he really has a definite clue, why would he want to find you? He would have done it himself."

After moving his back, Su Ming stood up and transformed his pajamas into a standard British gentleman's suit, including a suit, shirt and vest, as well as a woolen coat of the same style as the New York gangsters in the 1930s. , very impressive:

"He wrote this letter just to ask for help. Now you have no idea about that ancient magic. What help can you provide? If you go to see him now, do you plan to drink tea and braid his hair in the small garden together, or do you want to go to the big house? Sitting quietly looking at each other with eyes wide open?"

"Uh, that sounds embarrassing." Hermione shuddered and wrinkled her face as soon as she thought about it.

"That's enough, let's go. Let's investigate by ourselves and let Sirius wait. He is a subordinate, but he still instructs his superiors to do this and that? Let me tell you, if he is a member of Kama Taj, I had already sent him to clean the toilet."

The Sorcerer Supreme may not know magic, but he is a great leader and is best at tormenting people.