After all, humans are easily forgotten creatures, whether wizards or Muggles.

It doesn't matter if it's laughter or sadness that is forgotten.

When the spring breeze in March blew the barren fields green, the news of the Pettier sisters' suspension of school had been inadvertently forgotten by everyone. After the initial surprise and regret, the second-year wizards quickly got used to the absence of the Petyr sisters, and they talked and laughed. Before I knew it, time passed as usual.

Except for the friends who have gone through those incredible adventures with them.

Although Dumbledore had inadvertently mentioned his prophecy before, saying that Brandi would bring back the silly girls, and everyone had always believed it, when Brandi and the school owl brought back more than a dozen emails were all sent back intact, everyone still began to be faintly worried.

"If you want me to say, it's certainly not as simple as Professor McGonagall said."

As the four of them sat at their desks in the library and worked hard to complete the astral map they were going to hand in next Tuesday, Ron, who was annoyed by Europa's orbit, finally threw the book aside and started the topic for the third time.

"It's rare that an owl postman would bring back a letter." Ron mysteriously lowered his voice and leaned closer to Brandi and Harry, "At least I've never seen my family Errol do this, and even if the other party can't receive the letter for various reasons, the owl courier will at least drop the letter on the other side...... Unless—"

"Unless?"

Brandy's wrist shook as he put pen to paper, leaving a large ink stain on the astral chart.

"Unless what?"

"Unless they can't find the recipient at all." "But that doesn't make sense, because it's almost impossible for owls to get lost, and only a very clever magical enchantment can interfere with the owl messenger's perception, but why would a silly girl stay in that kind of enchantment all the time?" It doesn't mean that you'll be scared by a basilisk at one glance. ”

"How is this possible?" Harry frowned, then quickly tossed the book aside, a light of surprise in his eyes. "Wait a minute, you mean, Parvati and the others are actually locked up? Why did their parents do that! ”

"Who knows......" Ron muttered as he glanced at Hermione disapprovingly, "After all, we're not Hermione, so how can we guess this." ”

"Oh, come on, you two. Don't expect to get anything out of me with this naïve agitation, I promised Parvati not to tell you. Besides...... What I know has nothing to do with the strange situation in which the silly girl is now. ”

Hermione finally couldn't help but stop Harry and Ron from continuing their nonsense, because Brandy's anxious expression looked like he was going to move immediately to get the silly girl back.

"And more than that, you guys!"

She glared at them angrily, her breasts bulging high.

"Don't you think you should care more about the potion in the bathroom than that? Brandi: They're leaving for France tomorrow! If the voice-changing potion hadn't been completely boiled by then, it would be time for a woman with an uncle's voice to appear in the Hogwarts team! ”

The effect of this sentence was immediate, because as soon as Hermione's words fell, Brandy, who was still anxious about the silly girl's situation, suddenly turned into a salted fish dying in the wind. His face plummeted, and he leaned back in his chair without moving, his ears filled with the sincere and graceful smiles of his best friends.

As early as a week ago, Brandi had reluctantly started the so-called "how to make yourself a cute girl" practice under everyone's persuasion. Of course, considering Brandi's already masculine and burly appearance and uninhibited words and deeds on weekdays, the result is also expected...... As of the two days before departure, the only place on his body that can make everyone feel a trace of femininity is probably the breasts that are growing happily. And even more regrettable, after Hermione blushed and examined the pair in all directions, he had to give up the amazing operation of using the breast augmentation charm to fool around......

"Can't you just make them a little softer? You'll think you've got two big discus on your chest! ”

Those were Hermione's exact words.

But this spell was originally based on a man's muscles! Otherwise, how could it appear in a book as indecent as "The Book of Spells in a Heartbeat"!

So Brandy had to stare at the two suspicious air cushions that Hermione had specially prepared for him, and listened to her explain how to use them without saying a word, and shoved them into his pocket with resentment.

………… But all in all, when everyone came to Myrtle's bathroom, and Hermione had recited a thick hair charm to Brandy's hair, so that it was softly draped over her shoulders, except for the most critical voice, it was barely able to pass the test.

"If anyone is curious, you just have to say that your ancestors are half East Slavic." In the smoky restroom cubicle, Hermione stirred the cauldron with her eyes unblinking, and said casually. "In that case, it doesn't seem unacceptable to have a rough appearance at all?"

"Eastern Slavs? Oh oh, you mean the fighting races of the Siberian wilderness? "The wizards over there are fierce, and my grandfather once told me that one of his Siberian friends once fought with a steppenwewolf with his bare hands!" ”

"Did he win the battle in the end?" Harry asked.

“…… Not really, he ended up losing half of his arm, but his grandfather said that he didn't drink the vodka before the fight, otherwise he would not have been the one who lost. But I don't quite understand what that means. Ron scratched his head in embarrassment, "Maybe they have a unique talent and will become very powerful after drinking vodka." ”

Brandi didn't think that Ron's grandfather's friend couldn't beat werewolves because there was no vodka, and in fact drinking didn't make people worse, at least not Muggles. For example, his father, let alone vodka, will be dizzy just by smelling the wine. Just as he was about to argue with Ron, a thick white mist began to slowly swirl through the cubicle as Hermione stopped stirring and poured the juice from the last bottle of daffodil bulbs into the cauldron.

"It's done." A voice came from not far away. Strangely, Brandi suddenly found that he could not recognize the voice, like a man and a woman, like an old man and like a child. It's like a weird sound that mixes all the human voices in the world.

He was confused for a moment, but quickly realized who was talking.

"Hermione?" He said, and then he was horrified to find that his voice had changed to that strange appearance.

"It's ...... me"

There was a burst of silence, and with the sound of a few drops of water dripping, the mist slowly turned a faint pink, but it was only a matter of moments, and suddenly a whirlwind blew, swept the fog out of the compartment, and disappeared. Hermione carried a wand in one hand and a large portable water bottle in the other. Strangely, for some reason, her face was frighteningly red.

"Don't be nervous, the voice changer is like that, and the sound it makes in the fog is unrecognizable until you decide whose voice you want to use." She explained casually, and without the shroud of the mist, her voice returned to its original state. "Take it, I've already made it for you. Now you can make my voice with just a small sip, and if you change the sound of time, the amount of a bottle cap can last about a day, and such a large kettle, the amount in it is enough to last until you come back from there. ”

Not?

Confused, Brandi took the filled kettle. "But it's really strange, why does drinking the potion become your voice when you don't do anything, how did you do that? Or is it like a polyjuice decoction with your hair added to it? ”

Hermione's face seemed to be even more rosy, and she subconsciously wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Gee, that's pretty much it! You're really a problem, so pack up your things and take them back to your dorm, it's almost time for dinner, and if we don't show up for too long, we'll be suspicious. ”

With that, Hermione hurriedly pushed open the door to the cubicle and walked out silently. Leaving three people looking at each other.

What are you kidding, the pharmaceutical stuff here is obviously your own!

……………………

"Do you think that everyone looks at us strangely?"

On the way back, Harry was a little uneasy and told the two of them that he was a 'savior' because he was a child (in fact, he would not be happy about it at all). He was unexpectedly sensitive to this strange gaze projected from all directions. But today, it is a little strange that the people who passed by them did not seem to look at him alone, but regarded the three people as a whole...... Of course, Ron seems to like the feeling of being in the limelight.

But why is this happening? Could it be that the three of them have caused some serious trouble?

The fat woman smiled and opened the doorway, and the three of them got inside, and the lounge that had just been discussed was in full swing, and everyone turned their heads to look at them, with expressions of admiration or envy on their faces.

The crowd in front of them slowly dispersed, revealing a bulletin board on the side of the wall with various notices, where something new seemed to be posted in the center.

"That's amazing, Harry!"

"You're going to be famous soon, my stupid brother~"

Out of nowhere, the Weasley brothers wrapped their arms around their necks and motioned for them to look at the bulletin board.

"I think you probably don't know ...... yet"

"You don't know it yet, it's an emergency."

"Go up and clean up, trim your nose hair, and tuck your sweaters into your belt!"

"Then look up and smile with eight teeth, just like Professor Lockhart~"

In the midst of George and Fred's singing and harmonizing, the three of them came to the sign, and they now understood the reason for the strange atmosphere.

There are only a few large lines written on it.

At eight o'clock tonight, the Daily Prophet will send a special correspondent to visit Hogwarts. An exclusive interview with the archetypal characters of three students who assist Gilderoy Lockhart in his fight against the basilisk in the book Days of Drilling Hoses with the Basilisk. Teachers and students are requested to cooperate.

Below, the approver's line of circular-circled signatures looks shocking.

The three of them looked at each other silently.

Professor Dumbledore! What are you going to do?