It's a short twenty-minute break at the moment.

For the average Hermione, a twenty-minute recess usually means grass, sunshine, and a magic book that interests her; However, it can also mean that someone is a dumb person who makes people feel itchy at the root of their teeth when they think about it.

And if it's the latter, it's bad, and your rest time will be completely wasted-

He can always unconsciously provoke a lot of tense, dangerous but interesting things, think of all kinds of strange solutions with himself, and then lead his friends to make the castle crazy.

In short, where he is, he will always be able to calm down and learn. It's like ...... Natural enemies? That's right, it's a natural enemy! Bad guys who know that they are against Miss Ben all year round!

Hermione wrinkled her nose involuntarily at the thought of this, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and an angry expression appeared on her face. Speaking of which, he's coming back today......

Although she has always thought so, Hermione can't tell whether she prefers to read quietly alone or to get into trouble with Brandy. If you have to force your brain to give an answer, it will probably only overwhelm it. So after several failed attempts at rational thought, Hermione had given up thinking about such pointless questions.

She had more important things to do than that.

So since the last time she had infiltrated the Ravenclaw common room to listen to Sharph's conversation, her recess had begun to spend twenty minutes in the library like this. Much to the chagrin between Harry and Ron, they found that they had barely been able to meet her outside of class lately.

It's just that Hermione's temperament is obviously a bit stubborn, and even though her friends often advise her to relax, she still goes her own way.

"Weatherby...... "Weatherby," she said, muttering the names of places, spread out the large thick book on the other side, the cover of which read "How to Better Disguise as a Muggle Tourist: Rail Distribution and Train Timetables in England's Counties", rummaging through the Yorkshire section, while raising a quill in the other hand to sketch out the map that had been painted beyond recognition.

As Harry and Ron had said before, Hermione was trying to find out Selph's homeland bit by bit in the clumsiest and most archaic way - Sorph had never seen the sea or been on a plane or ship, so naturally she had to live inland. And considering that Salph can't have never been out of the house in his life, and he will go to nearby cities anyway, this range can be narrowed down a bit.

But even so, the UK is so big, and there are still many places that need to be investigated.

So Hermione turned her attention to the accent again. Accents vary from region to region of the UK, especially between England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. Even if it is broken down into each district, the accent will vary significantly.

The main reason for the focus on accents was that she had stumbled upon one thing, and that was that the accent in which Salph spoke seemed to be awkward—she was certainly English, there was no doubt about that. Here's the catch: though she usually speaks a very fluent London accent, like a native Londoner. But there was one thing she couldn't seem to change, and Hermione had stumbled upon it—that Salph had subconsciously uttered a 'whoa-hoo' when she was frightened, which sounded a bit like the short accent that people in the north of England were used to. And if you break it down a little more, it should be a Yorkshire accent.

If Sorph was really born over there......

With this in mind, she marked the parts of Leeds and York and began to work out a strategy for how to visit the major cities in the shortest possible time – yes, she had already decided, this summer. She wants to pull her parents to 'understand' the cultural customs of Yorkshire!

Listen up! Miss Ben is just interested in Yorkshire! Definitely not caring about any Brandi's family issues!

It's really hard, and while planning the trip, Hermione also needs to be so focused on her own heart.

…………

Just as she had finished her itinerary for another city, a series of hurried and messy footsteps rang out outside the library, accompanied by the roar of Mrs. Pince.

She looked up in surprise.

After a while, Mrs. Pince arrived, shaking her feather duster menacingly, following behind the dejected Harry and Ron. It looked as if they were on their way to the race when Mrs. Pince stopped them halfway. "I'm looking for you, Granger." Mrs. Pince grimaced.

"What's the matter with you guys, running in such a hurry." As Mrs. Pince twisted her ass and walked away, Hermione asked, craned her neck. "What's wrong?"

"We just wanted to tell you that Brandi told us to come and find him after dinner." Harry was halfway through his speech when he noticed a smile on Hermione's face. "Huh? You seem to be happy? Is something good happening? ”

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then her temper quickly returned to her original grumpy appearance. "Apparently not, the news is terrible!" She said vaguely. She began to scramble the things on the table into her unspeakably large school bag, and the sneaky appearance of hiding things in the bag made the two of them see clearly.

Immediately afterward, she put on her schoolbag with some difficulty and strode out.

Ron silently looked at the clock on the wall that had ten minutes to go, and then at Harry.

"Is she hiding something from us?"

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At dinner in the afternoon, Harry and the three of them hurried to the Great Hall, where a small welcome dinner was held in the castle thanks to the Hogwarts Exchange Group, which made them a little light. When everyone was full of food and drink, Dumbledore announced a 'bombshell news' that made everyone a little confused.

"I regret to inform you that Miss Britney Spears, who is part of this exchange group, has already gone through the transfer procedures with her parents earlier due to some force majeure, and immediately went to the Ilvermorny School of Magic in the United States. She had a number of notable performances during her time at Beauxbatons, including defeating a senior opponent spanning three years with a silent spell in a half-stopped wizarding duel, and assisting Walter Deken, a professor of ancient magic, in smashing the plot of former Death Eater Alecto Caro against Beauxbatons. Her actions have earned us honor at Hogwarts. So, let's raise a glass - I hope Spears can have a brighter future at Ilvermorny. ”

This didn't cause much repercussions in the audience, but made the students at the long tables confused, most of them didn't even have any impression of the name, and they didn't know what grade this guy was from. So everyone whispered and asked each other, holding the idea of 'the principal said to raise a glass, then raise it' Yun raised the cup from the ground.

But—

"Dangchang!"

Diagonally across from Ron, Katie, who was eating shortbread, suddenly shook her hand and dropped the spoon onto the plate. Her eyes widened, and her face was full of panic and disbelief. At about the same time, Hermione could clearly sense that someone was sneaking a peek at her—she rolled her neck in confusion, and then made eye contact with Ravenclaw through the crowd. Qiu Zhang smiled at her very affectionately, and then winked at her, as if he wanted Hermione to appease Katie. (Poor Harry thought it was Akihari greeting him, and he almost buried his face in the pudding in his nervousness)

So what did Britney do to make Akihari and Katie show such strange expressions at the same time?

So Ron, who was still adding fuel to the fire next to him, maliciously speculating about how many girls Brandi had developed a friendship beyond gender, shook his body, and the shocking chill emanating from his side made him shiver. He turned his head tremblingly...... Hermione was looking at him with a smile, and there was no smile in her cold eyes.

Ron frightened and twitched his ass over Harry.

"Ron~" Hermione had an amiable smile on her face, obviously not looking at the table, but the silver dinner knife fell from her hand and stuck it accurately on the strawberry pudding on the plate - the crimson strawberry jam overflowed from the gap, flashing with a blood-like color.

"You don't have to be so far away from me, you see, I'm not upset at all, am I?"

"Wow!!" The cold Siberian wind blew, and Ron screamed, and shone against Harry's body, shivering like chaff. "No, that's right! Miss Granger! You, your face is full of joy! ”

He reached out to Harry for help, but Harry ignored him, he was absentmindedly scooping air with a spoon and stuffing it into his mouth, and he laughed out loud without knowing what he thought.

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At the same time, at Hagrid's hut, Brandy, who was warming by the stove, suddenly felt a bitter chill rush over his body, and with a sneeze, he shivered violently. Hagrid watched him with concern.

"Do you have a cold?"

Brandi touched his teeth' head, picked up the cup on the table with both hands that was bigger than his head, and drank a large sip of steaming broth, only then did he feel better. "Well, probably."

When he came, he even thought that he was afraid that he would have to sleep in the same bed with Hagrid, which was really an extremely dangerous job, because Hagrid would probably crush himself to death if he turned over in his sleep. He didn't want to die so unexplained...... Thankfully, Dumbledore showed what little humanity he had left in the crucial moments, helping him set up a small cot and matching sheets and bedding in a corner of Hagrid's hut - it looked like a crib compared to Hagrid, whose fingers were as thick as Brandy's wrists.

"Dumbledore has told me that you can rest assured that you can stay here for a while." Probably because there was not much to talk to, Hagrid welcomed Brandy's arrival. "Of course, it's certainly not as comfortable as your dorm."

As he spoke, he scratched his bearded cheeks with some embarrassment. Brandi knew this, of course, as the only thing in the cabin that could be tied to the times was the king-size sheets and duvet covers he had given Hagrid a little over a year ago—to cover the grotesque things he had put together from rags. At that time, because of the wrong weight estimate, the store used four owl couriers to reluctantly deliver the two pieces of fabric that could be used as quilt covers, and as a result, he also paid an additional amount of freight.

After all this time, everything else in the room didn't look clean, and the sheets and duvet covers remained almost new. This made Brandi a little moved, and he was ashamed to find that several of them, including himself, did not seem to have fulfilled their obligations as friends for such a long time, but Hagrid had been silently accommodating and supporting them behind their backs-

"I'm honored, Hagrid!" Brandi took a deep breath and smiled. "The diary in the back, please advise me more~"