Inside the cemetery, a biting cold wind hits. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Out of the darkness came the dark figure, a stocky fellow, ugly as a pig, holding a baby-like thing wrapped in swaddling clothes in one hand and a wand in the other.

"It's you, Peter Pettigrew!" Hermione exclaimed.

Peter Pettigrew let out a few ugly laughs, when a hoarse voice rang out from his arms, and the temperature around him seemed to plummet several degrees.

"Little girl, I remember your name was Hermione, Hermione Granger, right?"

Hermione knew the voice, and its owner had a resounding name: Voldemort!

"You remember me. "Hermione wasn't afraid, she had already faced this famous Dark Lord in her first year.

"Of course, I remember every great wizard, even if you are born lowly. Voldemort's hoarse voice said, "Look at you, how wonderful you are, just like I was back then." ”

For Voldemort, such a description is already the supreme glory and affirmation of others.

But Hermione wasn't happy.

Because Voldemort said that she was born lowly, it made her feel that Voldemort was insulting her family, her parents.

"You are not allowed to insult my parents!" Hermione raised her wand, "I want you, apologize to them!"

Oh, my God~!

Wormtail wonders if he's having auditory hallucinations.

What did he hear?

Someone wants to make the Dark Lord apologize!

He could clearly feel that an incomparably cold aura was emanating from the swaddling clothes in his arms.

The Dark Lord is angry!

Wormtail shuddered with fear.

"You want me to apologize?" Voldemort's tone was filled with irrepressible anger, "you asked me to apologize to the two Muggles?"

The cold wind whined through the cemetery, as if there were billions of resentful spirits wailing in the air.

Hermione frowned uncomfortably, and the magic glow on her wand grew stronger.

"Apologize!" she shouted.

The cold wind was even colder.

"No one has ever dared to speak to me like that!" Voldemort no longer suppressed his anger, his hoarse voice sharpened, he roared, "Wormtail, kill her, with your most evil magic!"

However, Wormtail was still terrified of his master's wrath, and before he could raise his wand, a magic spell struck him.

"Except for your weapons!"

The magic knocked away the tight wand held by the worm's tail, and flew more than ten meters away.

The next moment, another magic blasted him away, and his back knocked down a tombstone behind him with a 'boom', and he screamed on the ground in pain for a while, unable to get up.

And the swaddling baby in his arms also fell to the ground. The swaddling thing rolled out, and it was an ugly humanoid monster, with a large head, thin hands and feet, a skinny body, and an abnormally gray-black skin.

"Oh my God~! it's ugly!" Hermione couldn't help but look disgusted.

Voldemort let out a high-pitched, shrill cry as he was thrown to the ground, and the look of disgust on Hermione's face hurt his heart deeply.

At this moment, he hated Hermione even more than that Harry Potter.

"Damn mudbloods, how dare you laugh at the great Dark Lord!" he roared, his tiny hands and feet as if they were going to kill someone.

But Hermione, who watched this scene, only felt that the picture in front of her was so funny.

It's even funnier than a clown who deliberately wants to make people laugh.

"Alright, Dark Lord. I try not to laugh at you. Hermione pursed her lips, and within a second or two of saying that, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She held her stomach with one hand and smiled from ear to ear.

"I'm sorry, Dark Lord. I really can't help it, you're so funny!"

When has Voldemort ever been ridiculed like this?

Even when he lost power, people were still afraid of him, and they didn't even dare to call him by his name.

But now, a little girl who hasn't even graduated from magic school. How dare she ...... Dare to laugh at him directly and openly in front of his Dark Lord!

But that's the end of it?

No!

Hermione suddenly pulled out a cell phone from her pants pocket inside her wizard's robe.

She turned on her phone's camera and focused on Voldemort on the ground.

"Come, Dark Lord. Hermione held up her phone and said, "Smile at the camera, you're going to be very popular!"

I don't know when, the tail of the worm that was still screaming in pain over there is gone.

He ran.

Maybe he felt that Voldemort was really going to finish playing this time, and he didn't want to finish playing with him, so he chose to run away again without hesitation.

Ignoring the fleeing Wormtail, Hermione pulled out a cage for the owl from her magic pocket.

Seeing Hermione take out a cage, the resentment in Voldemort's eyes intensified.

He could even anticipate what Hermione was going to do next, she was going to put him in this cage!

"Damn mudbloods, you give me death!"

Enraged, Voldemort no longer cared if this would affect his adult body, he raised a hand high, and a dark green magical light suddenly flourished on the tips of his fingers.

"Avada suo!"

It's a death curse, Voldemort actually unleashed a death curse in a wandless and weak state!

Faced with the sudden unexpected, Hermione didn't even have time to cast magic to defend herself.

Seeing that the miserable green death curse was about to hit Hermione's body, just as she was about to strike, a few wisps of red mist suddenly flashed in the air. The next moment, a hand suddenly blocked the death curse.

The green magical energy struggled in the palm of his hand, as if trying to break free from the grip of his owner.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly sounded.

In the palm of his hand, the green magical energy instantly quieted down.

It was only at this time that Hermione, who had just walked around the ghost gate, came back to her senses, looked at the figure that appeared in front of her, and couldn't help but pat her chest with palpitations.

Almost, almost capsized in the gutter!

On the other side, Voldemort, the monster on the ground, let out a shrill cry of disbelief.

"How is it possible, how is it possible that someone can catch a death curse with their hands!"

Hearing Voldemort's shrill scream, Hermione, who was patting her chest, suddenly walked up to the person in front of her in a few steps and snorted, "How could it be otherwise, my teacher can do it! You don't know, it's because you don't know." ”

"Hermione!" Ding Yi looked down at her, and said with a serious face, "Did the teacher tell you that you can't take the enemy lightly in the slightest?"

Seeing that the teacher was angry, Hermione quickly lowered her head obediently and admitted her mistake.

"Teacher, I know it's wrong. ”

"Don't just say that you know it's wrong, I want you to keep it in your heart!" Ding Yi frowned and reprimanded.

Hermione knew she had really done something wrong today, and if the teacher hadn't arrived in time, she would have been dead by now.

"Teacher, I must remember it in my heart, and promise that I will never do this again next time!" Hermione reassured with a serious expression as she looked up at her teacher.

Ding Yi saw that she had realized her mistake, so he didn't continue to scold her.

Turning his head, Ding Yi looked at Voldemort, who had almost killed his disciple.

After looking at it for a while, Ding Yi also shook his head.

"It's ugly!" he said.

On the side, Hermione, with a serious face, almost couldn't help laughing.

Voldemort over there spurted out a mouthful of blood in anger, and he was almost to death.

"Bastard, I'm the great Dark Lord!" Voldemort cried sharply.

When Ding Yi heard this, he couldn't help but sneer and shake his head.

"Just like you, and you still call yourself the Dark Lord?" he said disdainfully, "How come I don't know, when the word Dark Lord has become another name for the ugly eight?"

Hermione couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed out loud.

In Ding Yi's live broadcast room, the audience who saw this scene also mourned for Voldemort, poor guy, but - he is really ugly!

"Is this your thing?" Ding Yi raised his hand, a ball of green energy shining in his palm.

Shaking his head, Ding Yi waved his hand casually, and the green energy in his hand instantly submerged into Voldemort's body over there, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't react at all.

"Your stuff will be returned to you. ”

'Poof~', Voldemort, who was originally holding up and wanted to get up, instantly lost his life.

Voldemort's death, Ding Yi didn't care.

He turned his head to look at Hermione, who was still pursing his lips and snickering beside him, and couldn't help but glare at her angrily.

"I'll settle accounts with you when I go back!" Ding Yi said.

"Ah~!Teacher, don't you forgive me!" When Hermione heard this, she suddenly couldn't laugh anymore, and even grabbed the teacher's arm and let out a 'wail'.

"It's not that easy. Ding Yi said, "After I go back, my training will be doubled!"

"Don't!"

This time Hermione was really wailing, the original training had almost filled her daily time, and now it was doubled - and she didn't let people live!

Ding Yike ignored her wails and directly teleported away, leaving Hermione alone in the cemetery and stamping her feet angrily.

"It's all your fault!" she glared viciously at Voldemort's corpse.

......

Despite some accidents, Hermione eventually returned to the labyrinth with the trophy.

She didn't tell anyone about seeing Voldemort, happily holding the trophy and celebrating with her parents, everyone cheering for her. And the other four people, who are losers, obviously do not have such treatment.

Because Hermione successfully won the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore also added 200 points to Ravenclaw, if Ding Yi didn't stare at him, it is estimated that he might forget about it in the end.

Eventually, at the end of the semester, Ravenclaw had won the House Cup again after Hermione's first year.

The previous two years were won by Gryffindor, and needless to say, I also know that Lao Deng is eccentric again.

At the end of the semester, the students were happily seated in Hogwarts and ready to go home.

And Ding Yi also asked Hermione to say goodbye to her parents, and then took her and Penelope directly back to his residence in Los Angeles.

Others' holidays are days off, but for Hermione, this year's holiday could be a nightmare.

After all, the phrase of doubling training was not something Ding Yi said casually. (To be continued.) )