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"Drink a little." Sean sat in a fairly clean flower bed, holding a crystal bottle the size of a palm, and some blue liquid that seemed to shimmer with starlight shook inside.

"What is it?" The little girl took the crystal bottle. After the baptism of cakes, Hermione didn't resist Shane's things, and those cakes were unexpectedly delicious.

"You look like you haven't slept all night, and it relieves exhaustion."

"It's beautiful."

Hermione flipped through the vial, the shiny galaxy-like liquid she couldn't bear to drink.

"I now believe you can make high potions." Hermione still drank the liquid, which was cool and not irritating, like a cool mountain spring flowing by, which made people feel refreshed at once, and the drowsiness caused by staying up late disappeared without a trace.

"That's amazing!" The little girl exclaimed. "Anything else?"

Shane was stunned for a moment, then took out another bottle and handed it to her.

"Is that a Traceless Stretching Spell?" Hermione didn't look to see where Sean had taken out the crystal bottle.

"Sort of." Shane smiled, this is actually an ancient spell, the predecessor of the Traceless Stretching Spell, which can open up a small alien space, and can probably only put down two two-meter by two-meter medicine shelves, which is enough for Shane.

"You're a genius." The little girl no longer had the same entangled feeling of jealousy and feeling as before, so she naturally made a praising expression.

"You seem to be here to ask questions." Shane changed the subject, genius is not genius he himself knows best.

"Yes." Hermione nodded hurriedly. "That black, ghost-like thing."

"That's Voldemort."

The little girl's eyes widened, obviously not expecting this answer, but she quickly recovered from her original state.

As a Muggle-born wizard, Voldemort's intimidation power was not as great as imagined, although Hermione had already learned from the books how terrible the demon king with the title of 'the most dangerous dark wizard of all time' was, but what was in the book was what was in the book after all, and Hermione had not personally experienced that dark era.

"Mystery man?"

"Of course, the average person is more accustomed to calling him that." Shane smiled.

"No wonder Harry said the scar on his forehead hurt when he saw it, but didn't he ----- he was dead?" Hermione lowered her voice, as if someone was eavesdropping.

"Like the ghosts of Hogwarts, death is obviously not the end, is it?" Shane said.

"I've got to tell Dumbledore and Harry!" The little girl jumped off the flower bed and was about to run towards the main building of Hogwarts, when Shane grabbed her arm.

"You think Dumbledore didn't know about this?"

"If he knew, why didn't he catch it?" Hermione said strangely.

"Maybe he has his own ideas, you know------" Shane pointed to his head. "We can't understand the thoughts of an old wizard, especially if he's Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards in the world, and he wouldn't hurt Harry anyway, would he?"

Hermione frowned and thought about it, looking like a little adult.

"Then go to Harry, I'll have to make him careful, he's defeated the mystery man."

"Of course." Shane let go of his hand.

The little girl hugged her book and ran towards the main building, her long golden curly hair jumping and waving.

"Thank you, Shane, see you at noon!"

She's already calling your name, and you're going fast. Elsa figured out on Shane's shoulders.

Shane scratched Elsa's chin and watched her purr like a cat in comfort, ignoring her teasing, an eleven-year-old girl? When is he one of those old perverts?

'I think the Chinese fireball dragon that last courted you was actually quite handsome, don't you think about it?' People are sheep who gave you a room! I still remember the scene when the sheep fell from the sky! ’

'Do you want to die?' Sean Merlin! Elsa bit Shane's finger and let out a grunt.

'Ahh Begging for mercy! Shaun scratched the tip of Elsa's tongue, and the silver dragon couldn't take the itch, let go, and bit his earlobe again.

'Really begging for mercy!' A meal of roast lamb! ’

'Three meals! ’

'Two meals! Otherwise, I'd rather let you bite to death! ’

'Humph! Elsasson spoke, her head held high in a triumphant look.

Shane rubbed her earlobe, which was full of Elsa's saliva.

'Somebody's coming, it's McGonagall. Elsa quickly disappeared into thin air.

"Sean Merlin." Professor McGonagall is still dressed as a scleric witch.

"Professor." Sean maintained a student posture.

"Professor Dumbledore is looking for you, come with me."

McGonagall turned around and motioned for Shane to follow.

Dumbledore looking for me------ old fart? Shane's heart jumped, it was for last night's incident.

“Lemondrop。”

The gargoyle-like statue crouches on the base of a massive stone pillar, its round eyes always staring at you, and at McGonagall's command, the statue slowly turns, revealing the entrance to the Headmaster's office.

A large circular room, the walls covered with pictures of the former headmaster, each of them sitting bored in their chairs dozing and snoring, Fawkes's famous ugly phoenix staring curiously at Elsa on Shane's ------ shoulder on the parrot stand, turkey-like eyes with an aura that only human beings have.

This guy is getting uglier. Elsa lifted her eyelids and glanced at the phoenix, then buried her head under her wings.

"Thank you for bringing Mr. Merlin here, McGonagall." Dumbledore sat behind the Headmaster's desk, a pair of silver mines hanging from the bridge of his nose, looking at Shane.

Professor McGonagall nodded and walked out.

"Good morning, Mr. Merlin." Dumbledore smiled kindly, and I have to say that this old man's smile could easily make people feel close------ if he wasn't an old ass.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Sean bowed slightly.

"Would you like some?" Dumbledore pushed a square box of sugar on the table, which looked like snot candy or something.

"Thanks, Professor, but no more."

"Well, they still taste good." Dumbledore tossed one in his mouth, and Sean looked at him until he swallowed the unknown thing. "You went to the Forbidden Forest last night, Mr. Shane."

"Am I breaking the school rules?" Sean glanced at a document next to Dumbledore's right hand, from the Ministry of Magic about him.

"The school rules are for the protection of students, you are obviously not a student, Mr. Merlin, seven high spells, cast spells without a wand------"

Shane helped the school badge on his left chest, interrupting Dumbledore.

"Of course I'm a student, Professor Dumbledore, a student at Hogwarts, and I don't think that has anything to do with what spells I'm going to cast."

"Well, you're going to be punished for breaking some school rules."

"I think it's going to be a very novel attempt, Professor."