"Plan?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with a gleam, what did Headmaster Dumbledore mean?

Could it be that he planned the Hogwarts attacks?

"The first edition? Well—I thought the first version was pretty good, too, Professor. Hermione said lazily as she mimicked Owen's tone.

Not to mention, it really has a bit of charm.

"That's it!" Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and looked up again.

"But Ravenclaw's chamber, you have to find it as soon as possible, I can't hold that mysterious guy back for long." The old headmaster automatically brings in the editorial perspective.

As soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip, an image of exhaustion is immediately created.

"The Minister of Magic, there have been several letters of warning. Now, with my prestige, I can still suppress them, but—" The old man's tone became bitter, "If the attack is not over, maybe"

"Perhaps? Professor. Hermione was a little anxious, and she asked quickly.

The old Deng Tou, who couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, sighed leisurely, "Maybe Hogwarts is about to close." ”

"You—you may be sent to Beauxbatons, or to Ilvermony."

"N-no, professor!" Hermione's palms were sweating, she had never imagined that the seemingly relaxed professor was under such pressure.

Millennium Hogwarts is about to be shut down.

This- she's never going to let that happen!

As for the other magic schools.

Hogwarts is the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in the whole world.

"Yes! No, it won't. The old headmaster continued to speak in a tone that would make the listener think he was exhausted.

"You're going to be faster, faster."

"I will, professor, I swear." Hermione, who was carried away by a strong sense of responsibility, shouted hot-headedly.

"Well, you're the best student I've ever taught, kid, and I believe in you." Dumbledore handed Shylock back to Hermione. Then he waved his hand.

The little witch understood, picked up Shylock, and turned away.

At this time, she felt that her soul had been purified, and she felt that a steady stream of power was being born in her body.

She'll thwart that mysterious guy's plot, she will!

- Looking at Hermione's departure, Dumbledore was convinced that the kid would be wrong, and he actually wanted to say, kid, your hair is changing color

"Compound decoction~" The old principal said faintly, "You can make a compound decoction in the second grade." ”

"You really are the best student I've ever taught. Miss Granger. ”

As for Owen - isn't that what Gellert taught?

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After stepping out of Dumbledore's field of vision, Hermione ran like a lion, scurrying down the hallway.

She had to hurry back to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

The tired figure of the old principal made her feel distressed!

As a member of the school, she felt that she should take responsibility!

This time!

Hogwarts is guarded by her!

"Bad luck—" Hermione, who was running down the spiral staircase, noticed that there seemed to be a figure in the distance, exactly like her.

Is it Owen?

Or Harry or Ron?

She didn't dare bet.

Flustered, Hermione turned and slipped into the fourth-floor hallway.

After a bit of twisting and turning, she took refuge in the office of the former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

This room has been vacant since Lockhart was petrified.

No one knows why Lockhart hasn't appeared for so long, apparently he was also petrified, and the little wizard was quickly cured while the others had disappeared for two whole months.

She had asked Professor McGonagall about this, but the professor replied that Professor Lockhart was very sick and needed a long treatment.

Hermione, who had never seen him in person, still did not know what was going on with the great adventurers she envied.

"Huhu~" Holding the wooden door of the office, Hermione sat on the ground while panting.

At this point, although she was still Owen's appearance, her hair had begun to turn brown.

The hands are also gradually becoming slender.

Hermione, who had gradually calmed down, pulled out her wand.

Hoping that Harry or Ron would get some useful information from the professor, he whispered: fluorescent flickering.

And then—and then she realized, she wasn't the only one in the room.

I saw a desk and a chair in the empty office.

Dozens, if not hundreds, of books are placed in any corner of the room.

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the chair in front of her, seated, a girl with blue hair, two faces, one unreal, one solid, and blue skin with four arms.

"Dolls?"

She thought of this for the first time, because the girl had broken marks except for her face, and everywhere else except the bare building.

It's like a piece of ceramic has been shattered!

——

And for the other self who appeared here, the witch Lani was also very surprised.

It's her office space, and it's dedicated to coming up with some evil ideas.

Just now, she was hiding here studying the magic books sent by her grandfather, when the office was suddenly pushed open.

She immediately extinguished the faint fireflies on the table, and then sat down in her chair with a happy face, looking at the visitors.

And then

The man raised his wand, and a miserable white light lit up the office.

And she could see clearly that the man looked exactly like herself.

Well?

Wardfa?

Knock!

Those who often steal other people's numbers will one day be stolen in person, right?

Who is this! It's poisonous! What are you doing when you look like him?

Is it obsessed with his handsome appearance?

To do something shameful?

Wow!

Then you're a pervert! Even I'm a pervert.

But! Ahem, this kind of thing, if the other party is good-looking, she is not unacceptable.

The fake Owen on the ground was still losing his mind.

And the real Owen calmly opened his cutscene.

"First meeting, little wizard."

"I'm the witch Lani." The cold figure slowly got up, revealing the six or seven books piled down in the seat.

"Owen?" That Owen called.

It almost broke his heart.

"Why do you say that, little wizard." The witch Lani steadied herself and walked quietly.

"You-no-no-" Hermione on the ground took a few steps back, a little frightened.

But in just two steps, she sat on the ground against the door panel, and finally there was no way to retreat.

She was forced to face the mysterious figure.

Under the moonlight, her cold face, reflecting the dense air, along with her other illusory blue face and closed right eye, became blurred together.

Hermione was a little dazed.

She never believed that the girl in front of her, who called herself a witch, could be pretended by Owen.

Just like she pretended to be Owen, no matter how similar she looked, she would not have some boyish temperament and small movements.

But the girl in front of her was different, she was standing there, with a noble and cold temperament all over her body, which was by no means disguised.

No boy can pretend to be a noble and cold princess.

"I- I don't know, just casually." She had turned brown and her eyes were full of Ranny's look.

"This kind of unnecessary panic." The witch sighed softly.

"It doesn't hurt either, Hogwarts is full of lies, distrustful of others, but beneficial and harmless."

"Still." Her ethereal voice stopped suddenly, like the moon being obscured by dark clouds, "You disturbed the rest of the witch Lani, I shouldn't have sent you an invitation, little wizard. ”

"I'm sorry." Alert to danger, Hermione clutched her wand tightly, and she couldn't tell if the girl was hostile to her.

Just now, she was boasting about Professor Dumbledore.

But in a blink of an eye, she really met this mysterious person hidden in the academy, but she couldn't muster the courage to fight.

I- I should have stood up, even if I was killed, I should have died in the charge like a real Gryffindor.

Hermione, who kept admonishing herself, found that her legs didn't listen to her no matter what.

It's like someone has cut off a nerve, and I can't use any strength.

"Don't be nervous – we met here, and fate pulled the strings. Are you going to do things for me? Witch. Lani's four hands made a gesture to lift Hermione's face.

But at the moment of touching, she restrained herself, and turned to squat down, her blue, glowing eyes staring at her coldly but inexplicably.

"Don't turn me down." She said.

"What do you want to do?" Hermione held her breath, her head bowing unyieldingly.

She said tremblingly, but a wisp of orchid fragrance took the opportunity to penetrate the tip of her nose.

Then, her mind drifted into a trance.

And then—in front of him, the delicate face of a doll, the eyes full of seduction, the small nose, the thin red lips, the delicate collarbone exposed, and the slightly bulging breasts.

She- she's so beautiful!

Hermione's cheeks were uncontrollably hot.

She. Stick. It's too close.

"I stole death, and now I'm looking for a way deep into magic, and one day, I'll betray it all and give it up." The witch's cheek was almost against her.

But Hermione didn't feel the heat.

Is it really just a puppet in front of you?

"Dumbledore has ruled for too long, and the next is about to enter the era of Ravenclaw."

"Hogwarts will obey the laws of the stars and the moon and begin a long journey."

The witch Lani held her hands elegantly, her thin body was not much taller than Hermione.

"Her students!"

"Will be in this long, cold night, long thinking."

"What is fear, hesitation, loneliness?"

"And why magic?"

"All wizards, under the guidance of Ravenclaw, will see the ultimate in magic. Maybe then I'll be the Headmaster of Hogwarts! ”

Her voice was slight, like the wind blowing through a silent black lake.

It's like a proclamation, it's like muttering.

That unique temperament is like a bright moon in the dark night, no one can refuse her, just like a fish can't refuse water, and a flame can't refuse firewood.

"I-" Hermione tilted her head and stared at her quietly, a cold dark moon reflected in her brown eyes.

It seems to be writing a girl's sticker!! But I have no experience Σ (⊙▽⊙ & amp; quot; a

(End of chapter)