After walking out of the kitchen, the professors left in a hurry.

They had too much to deal with to deal with to talk about the little wizards.

Miss Granger glanced at Owen and, after the other man's expression was heavy, turned around and began to check on each of the elves for injuries.

Sadly, the youngest wizard named Tucker died in the flames of the elves' evil magic.

He was the only one.

The elves were silent, and many of them cried out loud.

He didn't even leave a corpse, and the last scene left for future generations was the figure of him desperately rushing towards the goblin to prevent the other party from opening the door of the secret room.

"Tucker is a real elf." That's what Dobby said.

And when he said this, he rarely did not use the slave term 'house-elf'.

Tucker, he said, didn't die for his master, he died for his friends, for a belief.

When he pounces on the goblin, he is no longer a slave, but a free elf.

Miss Granger's heart was heavy, as if something was weighing her down, and when she heard of the elf's death, Hermione's mind began to think of the woman in the secret room.

She's afraid.

She couldn't think so, she knew.

Everyone's situation is different.

But sometimes people's thoughts are not under their control, and the more you don't think about it, the more your thoughts will go.

She could only force herself, find something to do for herself, and divert her attention.

Like every Potions class, whenever Snape taunted her, Hermione would force herself to memorize the steps to make potions.

She had read the book "Powerful Potion" countless times, and she knew the steps of making those potions by heart.

This seems to have become a habit.

Only then would she be able to face Snape or whatever else she hated.

Hermione confronts the elves and says she's going to give Tucker a simple memorial service.

In memory of his heroic deeds.

The elf's reaction was not as excited as she expected, except for Dobby, who made it clear that he agreed, the other elves were a little panicked.

No wizard ever gave a memorial service to a house-elf.

It makes them feel scared, afraid of the unknown.

But Hermione was tough, and she would hold this memorial service.

Even if she was the only one to attend.

After settling the elves, Owen and Hermione left the kitchen.

It's cruel to say - the elves who have just been kidnapped have to start preparing dinner for the little wizards before they can catch their breath

This infuriates Miss Granger, and while the elves are happy to serve the little wizards, it seems a little too impersonal.

In her words, "You don't die if you eat less."

Besides, it's not that there is no food to eat - just that there is no hot food to eat.

Yesterday's leftovers were hot, barely enough to make up for a meal - of course, the little wizard had to bring the hot meal himself

Anyway, Miss Granger was not very happy when she walked out of the kitchen.

Harry and Ron had long since left, busy looking after Ginny.

On the way to the history of magic class, only him and Hermione were left.

Suddenly, passing by a vacant house that Snape used to store his miscellaneous items, he pulled Miss Granger and pushed the door in.

Hermione, who was talking to Owen about giving the elves a day off a week, didn't react for a while.

"How. What's wrong?" Doubts flashed in Hermione's eyes, and the restless thoughts in her head suddenly stopped.

What should I do after ———— add the powder of Motra rat antennae?

She looked around.

It's dirty, and there's a faint smell of food in the air

The smell of rot looks like a broom, but there are only some oak barrels inside, and I don't know what is inside, so it's definitely not a good thing.

Snape kept all the precious potions in his office, and didn't ask her how she knew about them—all Hermione could say was the second-year polypotion, the potion with Owen's hair in it.

It tastes like unsweetened black tea, bitter and with a peculiar aroma.

Now that I think about it, it seems that even the bitterness has become distant.

Only aromas remain on the taste buds.

———— next second, Owen pushed her against the wall, and his lips followed, covering her lips.

"Huh?"

The girl let out a whimper.

All at once a blazing flame burst into flames.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she pressed between his body and the wall, her fingers involuntarily grabbing the boy's robe, her eyes shuddering and closing in shock, before kissing back.

The girl's response, as if inspiring something.

The boy reached out and put his hand on her jaw, pressed it under her ear, ran his crooked fingers through her hair, and helped her back to kiss deeper.

Finally, when the lobes of the lungs seemed to be suffocating, they parted.

His forehead was against hers, and his breath became rapid.

"Miss Granger." He stroked the girl's cheek, "This is your punishment."

"Hmm"

An inaudible murmur came from Hermione's reddened lips, and she didn't dare look into Owen's eyes, but they were so close that they pressed their foreheads against their foreheads, and she couldn't take her eyes off them at all.

She could only look at the boy, with only him in her eyes.

Oh! What a beautiful pair of eyes.

For some reason, Hermione suddenly felt so when she saw Owen's gray, green-spotted eyes.

Then she was avenged by her own ashamed heart.

A blush stretched from his cheeks to his neck, and the whole person seemed to be burned.

It made her mind struggle, slow like an old train, running with the sound of 'creaking, but the train contained her truest thoughts.

If this is a punishment, can it be longer?

"What are you thinking?" Owen held her waist with one hand and stroked her hair with the other.

The girl's body trembled slightly, and his cynical expression was reflected in her eyes.

"Didn't think about anything?" Hermione said dryly, as if the kiss had taken away all her wetness.

"Didn't think anything?" Owen raised his eyebrows lightly, "Miss Granger didn't think about anything when she kissed me?" Empty head?"

"I thought she'd at least be full of me. Looks like I'm being self-inflicted."

「.」 The girl was a little speechless, she gritted her teeth, she had no room to resist in the face of the boy's rhetoric, Granger's little talent was in magic, and in terms of mouth, she couldn't even speak Harry, let alone face the famous Hogwarts talk.

"I" she looked into Owen's eyes, then the look of a broken jar, "so-" She suddenly stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around the boy's neck.

"I want that." The girl admitted to him with a red face.

"With you, I've always wanted to be with you like this."

The words just spoke.

Even Miss Granger herself was shocked, oh - oh god - she never knew she was so bold.

But there is a courage to support her, let her and Owen look at each other, even if the top of her head is about to steam because of shyness.

"Oh~~~" the boy dragged in a long voice, "What a boldness!"

Then, there is the kiss, the long kiss with desire.

Kiss to suffocation.

When he kissed, he was covered in Miss Granger's scent.

Long

In the past, they had only separated, and the two of them gasped heavily, snuggling up to each other.

Miss Granger's face flushed, and she snuggled up in the boy's arms.

It was just kissing, but she felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

It's hard to even stand.

"Can you promise me one thing?" The boy lovingly brushed the broken hair from her forehead.

"Hmm—"

Without waiting for Owen to say anything, the girl replied in the affirmative.

Dizzy, she has lost the ability to think normally. Thinking about it, no matter what she does at this time, she will not refuse.

Feeling Hermione's body temperature, Owen hugged her and said flatly and cruelly, "If you encounter danger in the future."

"I let you hide, you hide, I let you run, you run, I want you to leave me alone, you must do the same."

"I—" Hermione propped her head in his arms, her eyes looking at him with affection.

"Promise me." The boy looked at her.

——————

In the afternoon, after a half-boring lesson on the history of magic.

By the time Owen and Hermione reappeared in the Great Hall, it had already begun to darken.

The reason why it is half is that Owen pulled Hermione out of the kitchen and went to the school infirmary first.

Although Hermione said that she was fine, she was fine.

But if there is anything, it is not up to her, it will have to be known to Madam Pomfrey to see.

It looks like the knife wound on her arm has healed. Not even a single scar remained. And she doesn't have the slightest negativity either, but it's all just in case.

What if it's poisonous?

What if there is any curse?

What if there were any wounds that she didn't find?

In case Miss Granger did die—he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with dozens of pretty girls.

Sitting in a hospital bed in the school infirmary, Owen and Hermione side by side, a patch of red hair in front of their eyes.

Twins, Ginny.

Ron, with a blue nose and swollen face.

And Percy, who doesn't know when he arrived at Hogwarts.

They were in front of Ginny's window, and the four older brothers were in front of the younger sister, and Owen was so slightly envious when he watched.

Also watching were Harry.

There was also a flash of envy in his green eyes.

In an instant, Owen decided that it was better for the child to have more than two!

The wait for the results of the examination was long, and Madam Pomfrey had checked on Ginny before it was Hermione's turn.

Then, after a dozen minutes of package inquiry, spell probing, and some minor physical tests, Madam Pomfrey finally determined that Hermione was indeed ill.

And it's a very serious disease.

She was not physically injured or poisoned, but suffered from mild irritability and obsessive-compulsive disorder, as well as moderate insomnia.

In short, it is full of mental holes, Madam Pomfrey said, these are probably from staying up late, because sleep is a good medicine for mental illness, if your life is very stressful, enough time of sleep can greatly alleviate the symptoms, but unfortunately, Miss Granger probably can't learn to rest on time.

Since she was in the second grade, staying up late has become commonplace since she learned to make her own pick-me-ups, especially during the months in the room where she was in the room in the third grade, where she had stayed up until she fainted and grew gray hair.

Even so, Hermione went her own way, and after more than a month of delay, she began to go to bed at one or two o'clock and get up at five or six o'clock.

Before, Owen wanted to abduct Hermione to his bed, not just for the sake of Ses, but also for the sake of her body.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> Madam Pomfrey prescribed Hermione a blood tonic and looked at Owen with serious eyes.

"You should be at least a little concerned

down her body."

Owen, who spoke in a critical tone, couldn't lift his head.

"A wizard's body is different from a Muggle."

"Magic is the power of emotions." She said.

Owen agrees with this that most spells require a corresponding emotion to cast a spell, and it is not wrong to say that magic is the power of emotions.

"If a wizard has a mental problem, then there will be a huge change in terms of spells. Bad changes."

Madam Pomfrey didn't put it so bluntly.

But Owen could hear that wizards had mental problems, which could easily lead them to fall into the arms of dark magic.

Such as Bella, Barty Krach, Jr., these dark wizards.

It's not because they use dark magic that they become brutal.

It's because they're brutal that they can use dark magic.

Those so-called innate bad seeds are almost all caused by childhood misfortunes, just as some people's childhood gives the positive power of the Patronus Charm, and some people's childhood releases the green light of the Killing Curse.

"I see, Professor." Owen nodded solemnly, holding Miss Granger's hand a little tighter.

Hermione—she didn't speak the whole time, in fact she thought Madam Pomfrey was just talking alarmist.

This is a common phrase used by doctors. She guessed that like her father, he would warn all his patients to eat less sugar.

Even if the other person never eats sweets.

This may be a doctor's habit.

However, the clenching feeling from the palm of her hand made her sincerely happy, and as for the rest, she couldn't care about it for a long time.

Madam Pomfrey left, pushing her medical cart.

As a therapist, she did her part, and as for whether this group of rebellious children would comply, it was not something she could control.

As Owen and Hermione were about to leave, Ginny woke up.

She barely kept her eyes open, as if she had woken up from a long sleep.

Seeing his sister wake up, the Weasleys who were watching all had sour noses, and Ron broke down and cried.

From confusion to sobriety.

Ginny slowly remembered what had happened before.

Her brown eyes gradually moistened, and tears began to fall as if she were being held by Ron.

And all of a sudden, it became uncontrollable.

She fell into George's arms, sobbing and breathing, and Percy was afraid that she would faint again from crying.

So Madam Pomfrey was called.

A bottle of tranquilizer was poured down, and Ginny was quiet.

And then—and then she looked like no one.

Except for the fact that his cheeks looked a little haggard, he even looked better than Miss Granger

Uh- Owen glanced at him, and then realized that he was not taking good care of Miss Granger.

He should have done something about it.

On the way to the Charms classroom, Owen's mind began to come alive.

He was out and about the whole lesson.

When the class was over, they followed the flow of people to the auditorium.

The snow, which lasted for a day and a night, stopped.

But the clouds have not yet lifted.

Most of the bustling little wizards were talking about the second game.

This made the two of them suddenly feel like they were in a different world, as if they were two worlds, colliding together, leaving only a few hours, and then coming back, they actually had a slight feeling of discomfort.

Find a place to sit down.

Owen looked to the podium.

No way, that's too conspicuous.

I don't know when there were five more torches behind the rostrum.

Above the torch fluttered the flags of the four major magic schools.

After inquiring with the young wizards around, they found out that Dumbledore had placed it there, and they heard that it was for warriors

When the torch that represents the warrior is lit, it means that he has passed the second test.

The level will be run in the coming week.

No wonder in the auditorium, the enthusiasm of the little wizards was so high, and they laughed and speculated about who would be the first to clear the level.

Actually, it's easy to judge.

Because the auditorium was always filled with Ilvermorny's school song.

They celebrated happily as if their school had won the Final Four Cup.

The other houses were not weak, especially Hogwarts.

They had two mighty men.

And one of them still has the strength to compete for the championship. (Poor Cedric)

The despicable Ilvermorny thief, how could he be an opponent of their Miss Granger.

Soon the Great Hall was filled with the gossip of the Hogwarts school song.

It's humiliating, to be honest.

Owen had covered his face.

When the Hogwarts school song is against Ilvermorny's.

Their only advantage is that they are loud and loud, and you can't find a place to compare to each other.

The Ilvermorny witches, with their tactful and clear voices, sang their school song affectionately.

His face was full of confidence.

On the other hand, on the Hogwarts side - oh my! One by one, their faces were flushed, their voices were pulled, and they either sang or read the lyrics directly in a messy tune.

It simply shows the four words of incompetence and rage.

Especially Gryffindor.

Owen laughed at the bunch of guys.

Damn - can you still be at the sand sculpture point?

Then Owen gave the answer: Yes!

"Shut up all the Hogwarts people!"

He shouted.

Then he squinted at the Ilvermornies over there, and they sang more and more vigorously with expressions as if they had won, with defiant eyes.

"Everyone, enjoy the music!"

As he spoke, he led by sitting upright, and then looked at Ilvermorny with a smile on his face.

From time to time, he will reach out and raise his palm.

"Good! Well sung!"

Seeing this, the Gryffindors beside him immediately understood, like a decent wind, blowing from here, and soon the young wizards of the other houses also understood its deep meaning.

One by one, they sat upright.

The corners of the eyes are down, the lips are up, like this.

With a smile on their faces, they looked at the clown who was playing music for them.

Soon the expression went viral, and the Hogwarts had no teacher, and in the blink of an eye, everyone had this expression.

After three minutes and fifty-seven seconds and twenty-eight seconds, the young wizards of Ilvermorny finally stopped in Bengbu.

One by one, they glared at the young wizards at Hogwarts. But there was nothing to be done.

After all, they didn't scold you or beat you.

When you sing the song, you also applaud it.

It's this expression, it's too underwhelming.

—————————————————————

After drinking a glass of juice, Miss Granger elbowed him.

"What's wrong?" Owen's face is a little unnatural, and it's very hard to hold that expression!

Then I saw the Minister of Magic, Barty Krach, who had not been seen in the public eye for more than a month.

He looked exactly the same as he had been more than two months ago, his appearance had not changed in the slightest, and he was dressed in a gray robe and a round hat.

His face was pale, and his steps were solid, not at all like the rumors that he was seriously ill and about to die.

"Probably because of Ludo Bagman. No wonder Percy is here." Owen said dismissively.

The so-called knowing people and being good at their jobs, Ludo Bagman is a

Gambler, even if he didn't have a thunderstorm before, but how can such a person be the *** of the Ministry of Magic?

Didn't you give your weakness to the enemy in vain?

"It's a lesson from the past." Owen looked at Hermione and admonished.

"You can't have such a person in your leadership team in the future."

"Oh!" Hermione blinked, she had come to terms with Owen's old thought he would run for Minister of Magic.

She used to think he was joking, even laughing at her.

After all, how could she be the Minister of Magic?

But now—she thought to heart, wasn't that the Minister of Magic! I'm just going to sit and sit.

"Oh! That's right." Owen suddenly looked at her, "Regarding the competition, I suggest you go and clear the level tonight."

He said mysteriously, "The professors will be busy today, so I'll tell you a shortcut - there's a sewer on the other side of the Black Lake."

"No—I'm going to get through it myself." Hermione suddenly turned her head and said stubbornly.

"Getting help is part of the strength! If someone wants to get help, no one will help him, and there will be more help for the righteous and less help for the unjust! This shows that we Miss Granger are more popular!"

Hermione, who was a little blushing at Owen's rhetoric, still didn't want to lower her head, she said, "If I could, I'd get through it easily, and if I couldn't, I'd practice spells harder, Owen—" She looked at the boy earnestly, "This time, I really want to win the championship on my own."

With so much going on, Hermione's competitive spirit was completely aroused, and the more difficult the time, the more courage had to be shown.

Especially when it comes to the girl named Koyatl Stewart.

Hermione forced herself to be head-on and beat her completely. It's not just about giving Hogwarts a fight.

And for herself, too.

Although she didn't know which girl would still participate in the tournament.

Or, just to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

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