"The first thing they thought of was extracting my memories!"

"Then sternly warn me not to reveal this, or I'll be expelled from Hogwarts!"

Hermione was like an angry lion. She said angrily, "If it weren't for Headmaster Dumbledore's news and rushing to pick me up. You won't see me at all. ”

"They don't have the right to do that!" Ron exclaimed, "Whether it's to expel a student, or to detain you. Hermione, trust me they don't have the right to do that! ”

Hermione didn't answer Ron, she just angrily said something else.

"Do you know how the Ministry of Magic deals with dead Muggles?"

"Oblivion !!"

"The Memory Cancellation Command organized a large number of members to erase the memories of the dead people in the entire neighborhood. It's as if they don't exist. ”

"Don't they, those who chant the incantation, feel guilty?"

Hermione's yelling grew louder and louder, with reluctance, anger and disbelief in her tone.

The original mysterious image of the magical world seemed to have completely collapsed in her heart.

"The world is a labyrinth of illusionary mirrors, and it is not easy to let light into the cage of the world." Melda sighed. He looked up at the ceiling of the hospital, which was painted hundreds or thousands of years ago, and the characters in the paintings were still related to the students they depicted.

"There are still people who don't want the light to come in."

"Hermione, balance is the lifeblood of the Ministry of Magic. Without balance, people kill each other. Voldemort, dark wizards, vampires, the crumbs hiding in the shadows, all the same. ”

"So they can erase the memories of a group of people at will? Just because they can't magic? Is it an inferior person? Is it a resource that can be consumed? ”

"I don't understand, and I don't want to." Hermione turned and walked outside. She was like a fire. It burned completely from the inside out.

She reminded Melda of a man, oh no. It's a group of people.

I don't know if Hermione's spark can ignite the entire grassland.

Hermione walked briskly out of the room.

She didn't see a man standing in the shadows around the corner, a young girl with blond hair and green eyes.

Dressed in ancient armor, his eyes looked straight at her.

...

After the rain cleared, the second half of the semester officially began.

For the young wizards of Hogwarts, things out there were too far away.

It's not as much as caring about the next Quidditch match as it is about the upcoming exams.

Wood is becoming more and more demanding of his players. Even in the continuous rain after the heavy snowfall, his strength did not cool down at all.

The Weasley twins complain that Wood is turning into a training maniac, but Harry is on Wood's side.

Because he didn't show up in the last game and Gryffindor lost, he felt guilty about it. So Harry was training harder than anyone else.

In the Gryffindor common room at night, the twins are complaining.

"I think Wood is crazy." Fred pointed out the window and said, "I still have to train on a rainy day, and I almost froze to death in the morning." ”

"Well, Fred, at least Wood is for Gryffindor, and if we win Hufflepuff in the next game, we may win the Quidditch Cup." Harry defended Wood.

"Speaking of which, Harry, you didn't go to the library all Christmas to find information about Nicolame?"

"Oh my God, Hermione, we have been in the hospital for five, five days." Ron wailed.

Harry chimed in, "Yes! We simply don't have time. ”

Nicolame?

Good fellow, Melda is about to forget about Harry's first-year main line.

There's been so much going on these days, and there's a noseless monster in the school that lives on the back of someone's head!

Depend on!

What's going on, it's only the first grade. It's all messed up like this. How can I survive in the future!

"Nicolame, the one who made the Philosopher's Stone?" Originally, Melda wanted to see what Hermione looked like after discovering the little secret of the Estes family.

But now, he didn't think about it at all. It's so tiring. These days are physically and mentally exhausting.

"Huh? Melda, you know! Hermione said angrily, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"Huh? I thought you'd already found out! Melda pretended to be surprised and said, "Aren't you the 'idle book' of "Ancient Legendary Wizards" that you have been reading all along? Isn't there one on it? ”

After being reminded by Melda, Hermione suddenly remembered that she had really seen the name NicolaMay.

Recently, she was really dizzy, so she forgot such an important thing.

"Wait!" Hermione hurriedly ran upstairs and trotted all the way to her dorm.

Before Harry could react to Ron's reaction, she ran back with a huge old book in her arms.

"My bad!" Hermione said with a blushing face.

"There's been so much going on these days, I've forgotten the book I borrowed."

She explained, flipping the pages quickly.

"Found it!"

"Nicol Lemay, a famous alchemist, is also the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"Philosopher's Stone? What is that? Ron said confusedly.

Hermione flipped the pages and glared at Ron sternly, signaling him to be quiet. He then continued: "The Philosopher's Stone is a magical substance with amazing powers, it can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create an elixir of life, so that those who drink it can never die. ”

The only remaining philosopher's stone belongs to the famous alchemist and opera lover Mr. Nicolamay. He celebrated his 665th birthday last year and now lives in seclusion in Devon with his wife, Perenal (658). ”

"Got it?" After reading a brief biography of Nicolamet, Hermione said, "That big dog must be guarding Nicolamet's Philosopher's Stone." He must have known that someone was playing the Philosopher's Stone. That's why he transferred the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts and gave it to Dumbledore for safekeeping. ”

"Nicolame and Dumbledore were friends, I had seen them on magic cards before."

"Oh! Oh my God, how did I forget all this. Hermione rubbed her shaggy hair in annoyance. A distressed look.

"Merlin's beard! It would be nice to be able to turn any metal into pure gold, and to make an elixir of life, if only I could have a piece! After hearing about the magical functions of the Philosopher's Stone, Ron couldn't help but reverie.

"Alright, stop dreaming." Hermione coldly interrupted Ron's daydream.

"No wonder I can't find Nicolame, it turns out that he is six hundred and sixty-five years old, and he is not a modern figure at all."

The little witch looked at the thick "Ancient Legendary Wizard" in her hand with some distress. Looking at that expression, Melda guessed that she should be replanning her reading plan!

Poor Hermione.

This way of sacrificing one's own hair is very undesirable.

Don't learn it!