Over the next few days, after the tireless efforts of the Hufflepuff second-year students, Vio became a celebrity in the lower grades of Hogwarts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that her combat deeds are becoming more and more outrageous.

Once, when Vio had just left the library and was in the hallway to avoid Mrs. Pince's cart loaded with a pile of books, she heard two first-year students in Gryffindor uniforms discussing:

"That's Santril! Didn't she have three heads and six hands, and it took her six wands to defeat all the curly-tailed hairymen?"

"No, not six hands, but two hands and four tentacles, she used her tentacles to throw the curly-tailed hairy monster into the air and fall to her death!" the other corrected with an oath, as if he were there.

"Wow・・・・・・ it's terrible・・・・・・" his companion still believed it, and quickly ran away from Vio with his hands on his chest.

Vio smiled dumbly, "Three heads and six hands"? Isn't this Nezha?

There are indeed similarities between Chinese and Western cultures.

Speaking of tentacles, could it be that she and the Cornwall elves are fighting between monsters?

Under these descriptions, she was a little skeptical that the man who had subdued the elf was herself.

On Friday night, Vio stayed in the Gryffindor common room to finish his homework. Hermione kept her promise and gave Vio strategic guidance in Potions class.

Harry and Ron had been muttering all night long, sighing at Ron's wand.

The wand was a second-hand wand, but its current appearance was much more miserable than when Hermione had asked Ron to use it for magic on the train last year - it had almost broken in two, the top of which had been pulled down, only a few pieces of wood attached.

Ron tried to wrap it in magic tape from end to end, wrapping it around a mummified wand, and then used it to light the beetle on the table that Harry had held in place.

As a result, a sour yellow gas came out of the wand's body, which quickly surrounded Ron's head, and the wand made a "sizzling" sound.

Ron angrily banged his wand on the table and scolded, "Something that doesn't fight for it!"

"Let's buy a new one. Harry suggested.

Hermione shook her head sympathetically and didn't speak.

"yes, and then I'll get a roaring letter," Ron tossed his wand and magic tape into his bag, "You're all to blame for your wand breaking—"

Vio tries to comfort him and make him think of something happy.

Harry then came up with a new proposal to go to Hagrid's house for tea on Saturday morning, and Ron seemed to be in a better mood, but he looked at Vio and seemed to ask if she would like to go to Hagrid's.

Vio hurriedly said that he had been obsessed with Hagrid's crust cake. Ron smiled reluctantly.

They didn't stay long before they went back to their dormitories.

Vio and Hermione continued to stay in the common room reading and completing their homework.

By the time she had finally finished writing Professor Snape's ten-foot-long dissertation on the classification of common snake venom antidotes, it was nearly nine o'clock, and she needed to go to Professor Snape's confinement.

Vio began to roll up the parchment papers, tied them with a ribbon, and put away the inkwell and quill.

When everything stopped, she pointed her wand at the place where a few ink spots had been sprinkled on the table and said, "Clean it up." ”

At this point, Hermione said to her, "Don't worry, vio, there's thirty minutes left, I think—we can talk." ”

Vio wanted to rest for a while, so she collapsed back in the armchair beside Hermione, squinting at the flickering candlelight in the distance.

"Have you ever heard of 'Crying Myrtle'?" Hermione pulled a handful of chestnut rat flight candy out of her pocket and motioned for Vio to come with two.

Vio hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

She picked up a chestnut rat flying candy and peeled off the candy wrapper, then asked, "Sounds like a medieval man, and there's a title." ”

"Well, that's right," Hermione smiled, "Like, angry Ron—"

Hermione said, sticking her tongue out in the direction of the boys' dorm. vio was successfully amused.

She suddenly felt that something was wrong with the candy in her mouth, something was rushing everywhere inside, and it felt like a chick was about to burst out of its shell.

Vio pointed to his mouth, trying to spit out the candy directly. Hermione waved her hand and told her to open her mouth quickly - Vio tried to do so.

As a result, a little creature the size of a little thumb jumped out, nimbly rolled in the air, and then pounced on the candy wrappers that Hermione threw into the air, and performed acrobatics in the air on the "flying carpet".

For a while, it stepped on the relaxed flamenco steps, and the flesh made people can't help but pinch its body, twisting and twisting to control the direction of the candy wrapper's flight in the air;

After a while, it jumped up and was in the air at a height of the candy wrapper, about ten times its own height, and flipped down dozens of heels in a row, and the afterimage clearly formed a trajectory;

Slowly, the chestnut rat and the candy wrapper beneath it grew fainter and lighter, and finally, they slid together towards the ceiling and exploded into brilliant fireworks in midair.

The sweet taste of the candy left in Vio's mouth also came to an abrupt end, but despite this, it was very memorable.

"It's unbelievable - did you send an owl to order it from a store somewhere else?" asked Vio excitedly, "As far as I know, there doesn't seem to be any candy sold in the Diagon Alley store." ”

"Oh, it's not me, it's Fred and George, who are always peddling all sorts of sweets in the common room. Hermione said, "It's an interesting breed, and I think you'll probably like it." ”

"Yes, I love it very much! Hermione, it was a wonderful surprise. Vio gave Hermione a heartfelt hug. She thought she had finally figured out how to buy an entire Slytherin broom on her own.

Hermione seemed to be happy too, "I don't think you've been going too well lately, I didn't expect the chestnut mouse flying candy to make you happy, and I also specially prepared myrtle's gossip to tell you." ”

"Myrtle's gossip?"

"Not bad. Do you remember one time when we went into a boys' bathroom on the second floor to hide from Professor McGonagall?" Hermione was happy to read on when she saw that Vio seemed interested, "There's a girls' bathroom next door, and the crying Myrtle is the ghost in the sewer between there and the bathroom on the first floor. ”

"She used to cry and cry all day long, but lately she seems to have become very cheerful, and often runs out of her bathroom......

"Oh my God, you should be out of nowhere, vio, it's seven fifty-four・・・・・・ there's still six minutes left-"

Vio jerked out of her chair, grabbed her bag and ran to her feet.