"Don't be in a hurry to answer, little witch."

The witch gracefully stood up, leaving a little blue halo in her wake.

"You have the right to spy on Ravenclaw secrets. Because you're smart enough. ”

"Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind."

"Let's go to the eighth floor! When you understand the true meaning of Raven's Claw, the doors of Ravenclaw will naturally open to you. With that, the witch waved her hand.

As if a wind was lifting her, Hermione was taken out of the office.

Then, the oak door slowly closes.

It's like it never turned on.

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"Whew~"

"Almost exposed."

The witch sat back in her chair, one hand propped up her cheek, and the other hand reopened the magic book in her hand.

An obscure spell pulsed clearly in front of him.

"Psychedelic Spell"

Immerse the caster in their dreams, and see the scenery according to their heart's desire.

A powerful form of soul magic.

"Hiss~ Isn't this a monthly reading?" The witch smashed her mouth.

Envy of his grandfather's powerful talent in black magic.

In terms of black magic development, no one dared to be the first if his grandfather thought that he was second.

Not even Dumbledore.

The only person in this world who could surpass him in the study of dark arts was Tom when he was young.

However, since Voldemort discovered the secret of the Horcrux, that kid thought that he had picked up the invincible and hung up, so he directly gave up the study of black magic and went on the path of flying bricks with great power.

A more powerful wand, a body that can accumulate more magical power, and for this reason, he does not hesitate to transform himself into the appearance of no human and no ghost.

The psychedelic spell may not have been invented by his grandfather, but under his transformation, it has become extremely powerful, and judging from the fact that she had just secretly cast a spell on Hermione, the little witch did not resist the curse.

Quietly.

However, it was - Hermione's face was red and hot after the curse, and she didn't know what she was seeing.

"Maybe it's a brain glency to resist this magic!" She thought faintly, her eyes downward.

On the other hand, a new kind of magic drew her attention again.

Phantom flashback.

Armor strikes back.

Fire shield protection.

Exorcism field.

Her hands flipped quickly.

Because she wanted to see how many original spells were recorded in this book.

"Wait—that was just now." It seems to have seen something terrible.

Lani hurried to the past.

Exorcism Force Field - Can deviate from the orbit of any spell to a certain extent, and needs to be timed right.

？？？

Tops Force Field?

Her eyes widened in disbelief at the description of the magic.

Thoughts drifted up.

That was many years ago.

It was a warm afternoon, when his grandfather had not left him.

Every autumn, they head out to hunt in the forests of Scotland.

Once, after her grandfather had eaten a melon and eaten an ordinary elk, Owen once jokingly said, "If you can invent a magic that deflects the death curse, is this a disguised curse solution?" ”

I didn't expect my casual mention of it, grandpa really took it seriously!

She's really immersed herself in researching the spell that bends the will of the god of death with mortal power!!

Owen, who still looked like Ranny, her heart was beating wildly, and she carefully watched the use of the magic.

Just one glance, he was dizzy - too complicated.

It's not afraid of being embarrassed, as a former dark boss, the second-in-command of the Death Eaters of the week, known as the youngest Dark Lord, she doesn't understand a lot of this magic.

It's okay!

"Bang!" She closed the book, jumped out of her chair, kicked open the door barefoot, and ran out.

She has an old grandfather, why should she figure it out by herself!

What about the principal! What about the professor!

Professor Dumbledore!!

Come to life Professor!!

Ah~

bia~ji。

Stepping on a robe made of unicorn hair, Miss Witch, who couldn't dodge because of a creature under her feet, fell straight to the ground.

"Meow~"

On the ground, Shylock stretched out its fleshy paw and patted the witch's nose.

How did her master become stupid?

"Little things." Lani, who turned over, grabbed the backbone of Shylock's fate with one hand.

After casually untying the illusion spell on his body, Owen looked at the little guy who was still waving his teeth and claws at him with an unkind expression.

You! There are no squid whiskers today!

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On the other side, Hermione, who had fled back to Gryffindor's common room, was in high spirits.

The residual look of shock in his eyes has not subsided yet.

Hogwarts is closing.

Heir to Ravenclaw.

A secret room on the eighth floor.

Replace the principal.

One by one, they kept waving in her mind.

She was so excited that she wanted this person to talk to, but she didn't know what had happened to Harry and Ron, and she still didn't come back.

Sit in an armchair in the lounge.

The moon was getting higher and higher outside the window.

It's like this Christmas night, gradually moving away.

Gradually, an inexplicable sleepiness came up, with infinite worries about tomorrow.

and the shouting of Harry and Ron in their ears.

She gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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Time turned, and it was already the third day after Christmas.

In the Hogwarts Infirmary.

Clearly, a ray of sunlight shines in.

Stroking Hermione's cheek on the bed.

"Me"

Suddenly, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

"Granger?"

Owen, who was standing aside, immediately spoke up.

He didn't know any psychedelic spell that was so powerful

Hermione's spirit was greatly affected, and Madam Pomfrey had no treatment for it.

It's like a tired person who can fall asleep with his eyes open, and the only cure is rest.

And this rest is three days!

"I'm—" Hermione, who opened her eyes, looked around in confusion.

The miserable white bed, full of the smell of herbs.

and curtains by the windows.

These are incomparably incomparably inscribed with her current location.

"You've been attacked by a mystery man." Owen lied against his will, and Dumbledore criticized him again for this. He also took away the magic book that his grandfather had given him.

All right~

In fact, Owen didn't care if the book was in his hands or not.

The magic on it is too advanced, and to put it mildly, with his current level, forced research may cause problems.

It's also a good choice to ask the old principal to help you take a look.

Besides, isn't Dumbledore's his?

are all waiting to inherit the inheritance.

"Mystery man?" Hermione said weakly.

Her thoughts slowly retraced, and finally found the news about the witch Lani from her mottled memories.

"The Witch."

"I know, I've been to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but she's gone." Owen answered.

"Really?" Hermione tilted her head, wondering why she was a little reluctant to tell Owen about the Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets hidden on the eighth floor.

"—you're qualified to spy on Ravenclaw's secrets." The words kept coming to her ears.

maybe

She should have gone check it out first.

Or at least find out if that so-called secret room exists!

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Hermione spent four days in the hospital.

The day after she woke up, she returned to Gryffindor.

Next, Christmas seems to have fallen into some kind of eerie calm.

Especially when the young wizards returned to Hogwarts.

This calm became more and more eerie.

The reason is simple.

The young wizards who had left Hogwarts brought back what had happened in the castle to the outside world.

There was an attack on the school!

There is the death of a Ministry of Magic official - such big news, why is the British wizarding world so bland?

Even the Daily Prophet did not publish an article.

This eerie atmosphere lasted until the beginning of the new semester.

Then an explosive news hit the front pages of the major newspapers – a false adventure, the adventure of Gilderoy Lockhart, a liar.

The Daily Prophet devoted three pages to detailing how Lockhart erased the memories of several wizards and took their experiences for himself.

The Ministry of Magic was the first to stand up and say that the Auror Office had sent the Aurors to arrest Lockhart, and it is conceivable that with the crimes he committed, it should be safe to eat in prison for the rest of his life in Azkaban.

The news soon set off a storm in the wizarding world, and countless wizards exclaimed that their idols had collapsed.

But the pressure on the Ministry of Magic doesn't stop there.

Gildero's attack on the wizard was not only British, but also from more than a dozen countries such as France, Germany, Bhutan, Bangladesh, and more than a dozen other countries, the Ministry of Magic filed a lawsuit against the Federation.

It is conceivable that in recent months, Fudge will probably not be easy, and it is estimated that he will gnaw on a big melon at this time, and Lockhart's heart will be gone.

And the letter of complaint from the parents of Hogwarts students about the current Hogwarts attack did not make any waves under Lockhart's influence.

After all, what they call the dead Ombo Investigator of the Ministry of Magic had just left for Norway to respond to the Federation's inquiries.

"It's all little wizards with poor grades who want to evade exams and collude to panic!" Fudge angrily threw all the warning letters in the trash.

Then send an assistant to reply to the parents of those students.

Attached is a photograph of Mr. Aubo in the Daily Prophet criticizing the lax censorship of the Magic Press.

I believe that when parents learn the 'truth', the little wizards in the summer vacation will not have a good time.

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"Oh my God! Lockhart turned out to be. His stories are someone else's. ”

Lockhart's affair also caused a very strong storm among the young wizard community.

Those die-hard fans of Lockhart, after hearing the news, were first stunned, then refuted, and then came up with all kinds of false evidence to accuse their idols of being treated unfairly.

What a political crackdown!

What a conflict of interest!

What a frame-up!

Somewhere even went so far as to say that the stories should have been written by Lockhart, that he preached the experiences of wizards who might have gone through the lives of unknown wizards, and that they should be grateful to Lockhart

I've deleted and reduced it more than 2,000 times, but I'm still not satisfied, it's too procrastinating. We need to pick up the pace and prepare to finish the Chamber of Secrets in ten chapters.

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