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With such thoughts, Wu Ming ate more fragrantly, and felt that his life was full of motivation again.

Gobbling up, eating and drinking, more than half an hour passed.

At this time, almost a third of the students in the entire hall had left, and Hermione and Ron were among them.

"Professor Wu Ming, it's been a long time."

Professor Quirrell was wearing a new headscarf, and when he saw Wu Ming finishing his meal, he seemed to see a fellow practitioner, and invited, "I have collected a few new headscarves, and no one has appreciated them. Professor Wu Ming, are you interested, come with me to appreciate it? ”

... Syllable...

The spoon in his hand, which was still violently on the plate, made a crisp sound.

Wu Ming looked up, Professor Quirrell in front of him, pushed away the chair and walked towards the passage: "Let that damn turban, to hell with it..."

Pushing away the chair, he left in style, leaving only a dumbfounded Professor Quirrell.

Along the way, make your way through several corridors, ignoring the ghosts that wander by.

Wu Ming walked firmly towards the Gryffindor on the eighth floor, the common room.

"Password..."On the door of the Gryffindor lounge, there was a portrait of a fat lady, raising eyebrows at Wu Ming who walked over.

Different from the two stone statues in front of the principal's office, they have combat effectiveness.

The portrait of the fat lady here is only responsible for accepting the password to open the door, and she has no combat effectiveness in itself.

"Dragon scum!"

Saying the entry password, the fat lady tilted her head and thought for a moment, and slowly opened the door.

Wu Ming looked at the portrait of the fat lady with interest, and the permanent magic that was applied. In the end, it was found that the fat lady in the portrait was the door lock, and if there was no affirmation from the other party, she would never have been able to enter the lounge.

Of course, the inability to enter here is just a normal means.

If you really force your way in, a simple blasting spell can blast away the blockage of the portrait, and the fat lady has no power to fight back.

"What's wrong with Hermione today, absent-minded at dinner!"

"Who knows, I've always thought she was mysterious, don't you think, Harry?"

"One thing, even though the three of us are best friends, I never know what Hermione was thinking."

As the door opened, a conversation between Harry and Ron rang rang out.

Hearing these conversations, Wu Ming smiled disapprovingly, and walked into the Gryffindor lounge with his feet raised.

Gryffindor's common room is a large, cosy room with many sofas around a fireplace.

Harry and Ron, both of them, were holding a box of snacks in their hands, and their mouths were full of scraps.

"Professor, professor, why are you here?"

"Ahem, ahem...... I'm choking, give me water! ”

Seeing Wu Ming arrive, Harry exclaimed, and Ron choked his throat.

Looking at the two of them who were in a hurry, Wu Ming smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm here to find Hermione, you eat slowly." ”

Hearing that it wasn't for him, Ron took a few sips of water and finally swallowed the food.

On the other side, Harry stood up from the sofa, looked at Wu Ming who walked up to the second floor, and asked, "Professor, have you heard of the Philosopher's Stone?" ”

After a slight pause, Wu Ming, who was standing on the stairs, slowly looked back at Harry.

Under the gaze of his gaze, Harry lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at Wu Ming.

After a while, Wu Ming raised his steps again, and only two words passed: "Yes..."

Receiving an affirmative answer, Harry was about to speak, but Wu Ming had already knocked on Hermione's room.

In the Gryffindor lounge, men are on the left and women are on the right, and dozens of rooms are lined up.

Hermione's room, just near the hallway upstairs, had her name written on the door number.

Knock knock...

"Harry, I'm tired today, I'll talk about it tomorrow. If you're asking for homework, go to the next room and find the prefect, and he'll tell you. ”

Hermione in the room, thinking it was Harry, was helpless in her tone.

Wu Ming frowned slightly after hearing this, and continued to knock on the door a few times.

... Crunch...

Hearing the constant knocking on the door, Hermione opened the door in desperation.

In the next second, Hermione, who had just opened the door, stared slightly, and her breathing was obviously a little heavier.

"Professor, why are you here?" Hermione's eyes flashed with panic, and her tone was a little choppy.

"Why, aren't you welcoming me?"

Wu Ming looked at Hermione, who was blocking the door, and said in a very low voice: "The Philosopher's Stone is here, I think you will be interested!" ”

"Magic, Philosopher's Stone..."

Hearing the name of the Philosopher's Stone, Hermione glanced down at the two Rons, who were looking below, as if they were about to cry.

Looking at the expression on Hermione's face, Wu Ming shook his head speechlessly.

Compared to Dumbledore's old age, and the demeanor of everyone who raised his hands and feet. Hermione, a traverser who is about to be scared and cry at every turn, is just like a child, and she is too useless.

"Please let me in, we have a lot to say, and you have a lot of questions for me." Wu Ming gently pushed open the door, and regardless of Hermione's desire to speak, he strode into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the floor space is not large, and in addition to the desk, there are four small beds.

Wu Ming looked along the head of the bed and found that the other three girls had not come back yet, and this time was just right.

"What's your name?" Wu Ming picked up a book from the desk and asked Hermione without looking back.

"Hermione Granger!"

"No, how could you call Hermione Granger!"

Hermione replied, and Wu Ming said yes in the affirmative.

Hearing Wu Ming say this, a trace of panic flashed in Hermione's eyes, and she hesitated and said, "Professor, this is a women's dormitory, according to the rules, you can't come in." ”

"Really!"

Wu Ming picked up the book in his hand, turned directly to the last page, and handed it to Hermione casually.

Hermione looked down at the book and saw that on the last page, there was exactly a line of small print, and the person who signed it was the half-blood prince.

"This is the half-blood prince's book, placed in the Potions class, in an old bookcase on the right side of the room. If you need a word of warning, I can tell you without reservation that the half-blood prince is the Potions professor, our dear Mr. Snape! And this Potions Encyclopedia was Snape's favorite. I guess you didn't tell its owner when you stole it, did you? ”

Wu Ming looked at Hermione's eyes, tapped her nose lightly, and said with a smile: "Dear time-traveler classmates, please tell me now, what is your name?" ”

"Feng Yueyue..."

"Where did you come from?"

"Shanghai..."

"What year?"

"2012...... Woo, you're a bully. ”

Halfway through the conversation, Hermione burst into tears, and Wu Ming was dumbfounded.

Wu Ming was obviously stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and asked hesitantly, "How old were you when you crossed?" ”

"14 years old..."

"That's right, cry your nose at every turn, who can do this!

Wu Ming sighed, and Feng Yueyue, the little traverser opposite, cried even louder after hearing the sound. ”