"Whew~" Dumbledore exhaled slightly.

The expression was slightly sad, these children should have a different path, if he could guide them correctly.

"Alright." He turned his head again.

The sadness on his cheeks disappeared in an instant.

No one noticed, except Grindelwald. - It seems that he is not doing very well.

Grandpa took care of everything.

"I still want to stress that this competition will be very difficult. You've got to prepare, well—you're going to have some powerful spells ready. Dumbledore's face smiled again.

Hermione suddenly had a thrill.

Because she felt it, the professor just winked at her.

"Well, the warriors need to get enough sleep, and it's not good to stay up late."

He smiled, and sent all the little wizards out of the room.

"Oh! By the way, Miss Granger and Mr. Diggory, as warriors you don't have to stay up late in the auditorium - that's really bad for your health. ”

“.”

The two little wizards were speechless.

But he stiffened and walked out of the room.

——————

The castle on Sunday is exceptionally quiet.

After all, the haunters are catching up on sleep.

It was afternoon again, and the auditorium was filled with dizzy daredevils again.

"I'd like to know, Hermione, how did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire." At the Gryffindor table, George and Fred asked curiously, "Is it Owen?" He's helping you, right? I've seen you have a leg. ”

"Say, where have you all been all day yesterday?"

“.” Miss Granger's cheeks were slightly unnatural at the sound, but she still resisted a certain touch in her heart, looked up and pretended to be flat, "First of all, I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire, and I didn't ask anyone, second, I and Owen, just friends, are enemies, and finally, yesterday we went to complete the test." ”

"Test?"

"That Weasley's test?"

"Uh-huh!" Hermione replied unnaturally.

"Alright! Just keep indulging in that boring treasure game! Ron chimed in, and after being scolded, he didn't believe in the damn Weasley treasure anymore.

"But Hermione, are you sure you'll win the championship?" Harry continued, "Dumbledore didn't say it was going to be very difficult, I think you might as well be prepared. ”

"I-" Hermione snapped, she would have been absolutely confident that she would have won the match without the woman of Ilvermorny, but now—plus last night, Dumbledore's meaningful eyes on her.

This made Hermione feel at a loss.

Perhaps, her expression was in a trance, leisurely, and her eyes unconsciously fell on the Hufflepuff bench, where some boy stood up suddenly.

He seemed to notice that on the rostrum, the white-bearded old man was walking in leisurely.

But before he could say anything, the old man grabbed a handful of fried fennel beans and turned around and left. There was no chance for him to get angry at all.

Miss Granger, who had taken in the full view of the scene, rubbed her head, then got up and walked over to him.

"I'll just say they have a leg!" Seeing this, Fred immediately said. "If this doesn't count as love~"

"Seal your tongue and lock your throat!!"

In the next second, a voice of annoyance and anger accompanied by a gray spell hit Fred's head.

"No, I repeat! No!! Hermione blushed and said without confidence.

Then she quickened away from the Gryffindor bench. Because the eyes of the guys behind her made her uncomfortable.

On the other side, Owen had already gotten up angrily and followed with his legs.

Damn old Deng, I'm not done with you!

Why should I be punished?

I'm going to duel you!!

He walked out of the Great Hall and reached the spiral staircase, but Dumbledore was still nowhere to be seen.

"Damn!! The legs and feet are so good! ”

For the shameless behavior of the old principal, Owen once again deeply felt.

If there were no buddies at this Hogwarts, it would have been disbanded on the spot, and the four major houses would have had their own lives. I've done my best for the castle, I've shed my blood for the castle, and you're doing this to me?

And there is no humanity!

Depend on!

Once again, I declare that Grandpa Grindelwald is his eternal grandfather, and little Dumbledore will buy his conscience with 20,000 Gallons!

Be your grandma!!

"Owen?"

Suddenly, a soft voice came from behind him.

"What's wrong?" Owen looked back impatiently, and then saw Miss Granger, standing in front of him.

His face was flushed, as if he wanted to say something indescribable.

She lowered her head slightly, not meeting his eyes, and her whole body was indulged in a pink ambiguity that was risking love.

“？？？”

Owen was stunned for a moment, and then a teasing look appeared on his face, "Are you trying to confess to me?" ”

"Huh?" Miss Granger didn't react for a moment.

"Although my charm of nowhere to put buddy, is like the sun to the little witch, I am still conservative in this regard, after all, at this age, I still have to focus on learning."

"Table—confess you're a big-headed ghost!" Hermione looked up sharply, her cheeks flushed with crimson as she spoke. "I wanted to ask if you could teach me some powerful spells."

"Well, that's it?" Owen looked disappointed, "Why don't you give it a try, Miss Granger?" ”

"What if it succeeds?" He looked at Hermione with a playful expression. I watched her face burn from her cheeks to her ears, and then her white neck was dyed red.

Only. It's a lot of fun.

"You !!"

Obviously-

She knew that the nasty ghost in front of her was playing tricks on her, but—she just couldn't stop her heart pounding.

"Do you teach or not!"

couldn't hide the restlessness in her heart, so she had to disguise herself with shame and anger.

"Teach!" Owen looked at her, wrapped in the girl's burning gaze, making him want to pinch her face a little.

"Ahem! Well, since I'm here to talk about business, I naturally want to serve God well. ”

He coughed lightly, and immediately his face returned to normal, "I'll teach you the standard configuration of Azkaban, is it good to start the three major dueling techniques?" ”

“.” Hermione gave him a blank look, "Are you serious?" ”

"Then I'll teach you to transform into an image, kill people for thousands of miles, don't drop blood, and have no shadow?"

"Don't learn!"

"Then I'll teach you hand-to-hand combat, fists and fists are explosive, but you can break mountains and seas, how about it?"

"Interesting?" Hermione was ready to throw a punch and give this guy a little Gryffindor a shock.

"You naughty monkey! I don't learn this, I don't learn that, my pocket is cleaner than my face, and I want to learn magic, hum! Stay where it's cool! ”

Owen waved his hand as if he were driving away a kitten.

It's hard.

Miss Granger's fist hardened.

She took a deep breath, then gave Owen a sweet smile and then punched him in the head.

It's a pity that the soft fist, as well as the smile before the fight, delayed the time.

Owen grabbed her fist without much effort.

"What? Say you want to prostitute for nothing, and you have a reason. He grabbed her hand and hung it in the air.

Her hands were limp, and she had no strength at all.

There was no desire to take it back, nor did it want to continue to think about Owen's head.

Gradually, the atmosphere around me became ambiguous.

It's like overturned nectar, sweet and fragrant.

At this point—Miss Granger's mind was in turmoil, her mind going blank for a moment, and then a flood of thoughts.

It's like a marquee, remembering the experiences I spent with Owen.

I don't know why, his appearance is becoming more and more blurred in her heart, but an inseparable emotion is getting stronger and stronger.

In order to delay his blurred appearance.

She wanted to—she wanted to see him wherever he was.

"Keep up!"

Just as Miss Granger was disconnected.

Suddenly, she was pulled by a leaning force.

The footsteps couldn't help but move.

Owen took her hand and ran down the spiral staircase.

The eighth floor of the castle.

A pair of troll sticks against the tapestry of Silly Barnabas.

The two walked into the Room of Responsiveness one after the other.

Learning magic is like learning English, you have to find a suitable place.

And there are not many suitable places in the castle, if you have to pick a place, then the Room of Request is definitely a good place.

Safe – no one will disturb you.

"Roar! I don't think I've been here in a long time. Owen sighed that when he was in the second grade, the Bing Room was still his secret base.

During his days as the cosplay witch Lani, Owen often hid here, studying how to play tricks on the little wizard.

In third year, it had become Hermione's private playground since she knew about it.

She lived in the Room of Requirement for a few months last semester!

"Wait!"

As they stepped on the eighth-floor hallway, Hermione's face turned unnatural.

And as Owen led her closer and closer to the Room of Requirement, the little witch's face suddenly became panicked.

"Don't go in."

She tugged at Owen's hand, desperately trying to get back the way she came.

"Huh?"

It's a pity that Owen has already stepped in.

————

"Oh! My Joan of Arc baby! ”

There was a mess in front of me.

Manuscripts, cauldrons, parchment, various magical materials, clothes, and a hammock lay out in a mess.

Especially those clothes.

The messy clothes of the four seasons are all laid out in the hammock.

He even saw some pink

"Ahh Miss Granger screamed.

Flushed faces, he rushed in front of him, stood on tiptoe, spread his hands, and covered his gaze tightly. "Turn around."

"Turn !! away" Her cheeks were so red that she could squeeze out the blood.

The whole person was very excited.

"Tut-tut!" Owen smashed his mouth and shook his head at the little witch, "Take care of your hygiene, Miss Granger. This place is not yours alone.

There are many people who know the secrets here, and it's thanks to me that I saw it, so rest assured I won't laugh at you.

Ay? What's that? ”

As he spoke, Owen's eyes were suddenly drawn to a table not far away.

Well—it was the chair next to the table, and on the backrest, hung a white silk personal garment, which looked quite light and had a hollow lace.

Cute and sexy.

"Oh~~~ So you like this style!" Owen jokingly said, "It turns out that the serious Miss Granger is so restless at heart?" ”

"That's—" Hermione was about to cry.

Seeing that the plot is inexplicably going to develop in the direction of an innocent witch.

It occurred to her that in the midst of great shame, Miss Granger had come up with a good idea.

First, Hermione repeats her old trick, with an uppercut aimed at Owen's skull.

The moment he gave him a mocking look, she lifted her leg and kicked Owen in the shin as fast as she could.

Someone was deflated in an instant.

The pain forced him to bend over subconsciously and rub his legs.

And at that moment, Owen's eyes moved from the room to the soles of his feet.

She cast spells quickly, and waves of vigorous magic poured into her surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic room was completely renewed.

All the clothes were neatly folded, and the ones that embarrassed her were buried at the bottom of the manuscript.

"Hiss~~~" Someone is still in pain.

"I didn't buy it, it was. Yes." Hermione blushed and said intermittently, "It was given to me by Fleur, and she said it was a magical item, yes. Yes. I can grow up with it. ”

Quiet –

The little witch's head was steaming.

She didn't even know why she was explaining this to Owen.

And it seems that the more you explain, the more shameful it becomes.

Maybe she didn't want him to give the impression that she was a frivolous woman!

"Miss Granger—" After rubbing his legs for a long time, Owen finally regained his strength.

"I only have one request!" He said.

"What?"

"Change to black! Thank you! ”

"you!" Hermione shook her fist, feigning to smash.

This time, Owen, who was nimble on his legs, dodged it sideways.

Then he turned his head and continued to tease her, "Oops! I thought Miss Granger liked it!

Hi! You have to buy Muggle products for this kind of thing, and Victoria's Secret knows no, wizarding products are still too conservative. ”

"Look at the girls' uniforms at Hogwarts, if they were placed in the magic hall (Ryukyu), at least the skirts would be shorter!

It's so eye-catching—uh—I mean it's a lot of money. Right! ”

"Owen—" Hermione blushed and stared straight at him, a strange light in her brown eyes, "You come here." ”

"You promise not to kill me, don't you?" Owen took a few steps back, "When I'm stupid!" You don't beat me, buddy's name is written backwards. ”

"Humph!" Miss Granger snorted softly and lifted her proud little head, her pouting look surprisingly cute.

This blow dealt real damage.

Owen, who suddenly felt that he had fallen under Miss Granger's spell, immediately changed the subject.

"Powerful Spell! I know a lot, I'm - ahem- I'll teach you a simple one first. He said.

As he spoke, Owen waved his wand.

The tip of the staff glowed violently, and a torrent of pure magic as thick as a thigh poured out, and the immense magic power even made the air agitated.

The vision is full of visions of heat waves.

But in reality, it wasn't a heat wave.

Rather, it is the magic that hits the air and causes the light to refract, which is known as the Da Vinci - Darwin - Tyndall effect.

"Oh my God!"

As a stone pillar vanished in the distance, Miss Granger let out an exclamation, and most of the crimson on her face vanished!

"It's called: Comet Yazler, you can call it Soul Torrent."

"It's one of the Origin Spells." Owen lowered his wand. Pretending to be bland.

In fact, my head is almost on the ceiling.

On the side, Hermione glanced at him, smiled knowingly, held him and said, "That's amazing! ”

"Of course!" Owen rubbed his nose, it was one of the most powerful spells he had ever mastered.

Specifically designed to deal with the amount. Hogwarts Perimeter Protective Charm.

"It can directly unleash a steady stream of magical shocks on objects, as long as it continues, no spell can resist it, and when you master it, you can even easily shatter the soul of a wizard."

“.”

Miss Granger opened her mouth.

This time she was really surprised.

What kind of magic is this?

It's beyond her imagination.

"Source magic refers to a school of thought that explores the origins of magic, and the first spells are almost always summed up by wizards through the study of nature.

Yuanliu, that is, the meaning of tracing back to the source, most of this kind of magic is very powerful, and the difficulty of casting spells is very high.

It's a pity that many spells have disappeared into the long river of history with the passage of time.

Only the three major stargazing source spells have survived to this day, namely the Star Shower, the Soul Torrent, and the Destruction Meteor. ”

Owen briefly explained the history of the source. Then he began to show her the strength of these three magics.

"Star Shower: Summons a dark nebula in the sky, and within a certain period of time, a majestic star shower descends.

It is said that this is the beginning of magic, and the origin of the stargazer's glimpse turned into reality, and the star amber fell on the land.

Destroying Meteors: Unleashes twelve dark meteors that fly towards their targets. Can be charged to increase power.

Legend has it that it was a spell created by stargazers who were inspired by the moment of destruction of a huge star cluster. Look directly at the meteor and you can see the end of the universe, and at that moment, everything about yourself will also collapse. ”

"This—" Hermione's eyes widened.

She had never heard of these branches of enchantment.

There may have been a record of this in the forbidden section of the Hogwarts Library, but it was impossible for her to have seen all the books.

"Is this magic? Why is there such a big gap with modern spells? She asked, a little frightened. The room in front of her had long since changed beyond recognition, and although she knew that Owen must have weakened the power of the spell, even so, the magic still terrified her.

Subconsciously, Miss Granger timidly leaned closer to Owen.

"Have you read the theory of evolution?" Owen's flirtatious spell, a powerful repair spell, begins to work on the ground and ceiling.

"I know." Hermione nodded.

"The original wizards had to deal with powerful, extinct magical creatures. At that time, the existential crisis of mankind was not human beings themselves, but foreign objects. ”

Tanabata? Tanabata !!

(End of chapter)