The curse rally that happened to Owen and Koyatl was anything but simple.

There has only been one rebound of the Killing Curse in history, and that was when Harry's mother's love rebounded Voldemort's Death Curse.

The former example was now alive in front of Dumbledore's eyes.

Looking at Harry as he arrived.

The old headmaster frowned.

Within a week, there were many more wrinkles on his face.

He didn't believe that the healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries could do anything.

"But—" Miss Granger looked up, her face haggard.

She looks thinner than she did two weeks ago.

You can even see noticeable depressions on both cheeks.

The sorrow between the eyebrows is like an indelible ink, which is a deep trace left by the pen of reality.

That face touched Dumbledore slightly, he stretched out his hand, patted Hermione on the shoulder, and said leisurely: "It's good to be young, and you can still feel the sting of love." ”

"But I'd say, it's just a sting, Granger." He withdrew his hand and winked at her, "Just bear with me." ”

With that, he turned around and was about to leave, "Oh! That's right. ”

Suddenly remembering something, he turned his head, "When the funeral is over, please come to my office, Mr. Weasley." ”

Maybe it's Mr. Weasley today, a little too many, Dumbledore added, "Let Ron come to my office." ”

The old headmaster saw the whole process from the memories of the little wizards of Ron and Koyatl.

The flashback spell of the interlaced arcs shocked him.

Unraveling the secret connection between the two of them may help Owen wake up from a coma.

"Professor!" Hermione wanted to fight for it again, but Dumbledore had already taken a step.

She just stood where she was, watching, watching him move away.

He didn't move forward.

Actually, she knew that she seemed to be a little vexatious, but—she had to find something to do.

She.

She didn't seem to be in love with Owen.

She felt no sadness or pain when she crawled out of the castle pipes and heard the news from Ginny.

What does that feel like?

I wanted to cry but couldn't, and I was calm as if there was nothing in the world that she cared about.

Ginny said, "He's gone~"

"Harry said he had fallen under the Killing Curse."

That night, she stayed alone in Owen's hospital bed all night, and every professor or friend who met her would say something 'precious' to her.

But what about her.

From the front of the hospital bed, she opened her misty eyes, and watched weakly and calmly, as a group of therapists dressed in white rushed into the school infirmary.

They skillfully carried the person from the hospital bed away, and then left her in the infirmary like the wind blew away the dust.

The door was closed again.

Everything was quiet.

In the days that followed, Hermione didn't delay for a moment, instead spending all her time looking for a way to breathe underwater.

In the Hogwarts library, she had almost all the magic of words like water or underwater.

But nothing came of it.

Finally, in the middle of the night on the third day, while she was tidying up the harvest of the past day in her dormitory, she accidentally knocked over the tall parchment roll at hand.

Out of it came a book - a manuscript.

It was Owen who had written the spell-casting techniques and the dissection of the three spells when he taught her the Origin Magic a few months ago.

She picked up the scattered pages, and at the end, a deliberate imitation of Dumbledore's font, had to circle the end of each word.

"That's how big people write."

He often said that.

And the line reads - If you want to go diving in the Black Lagoon one day, try the Bubble Head Charm.

Or maybe it's this.

Sandwiched between the last pages was a thick piece of parchment, and when she opened it, the text inside contained a potion recipe.

The name is called: "Lung Booster." ”

Miss Granger held the parchment, perhaps due to the weather, and the parchment was a little damp, as if there were water dripping on it.

From day on, from the fourth day. Miss Granger began to prepare the herbs needed for the recipe.

Lung Booster - It is a magical underwater breathing potion that is no less difficult to make than a compound decoction.

It fills the lobes of the wizard's lungs with cavities, each chamber containing oxygen that lasts for several hours.

This is a potion specially used by wizards to explore the bottom of the sea, and its duration of effect is measured in days, even if it is the most inferior product, it can be enough for wizards to go underwater for three or four days without breathing.

Of course, the surprising effect also means the difficulty of boiling.

The Lung Booster requires more than 20 kinds of ingredients to be prepared.

Sixteen of them are very precious.

This includes the gill sac grass.

But it didn't bother Owen or Hermione.

She got the materials from the old place.

Then alone in a cubicle in the girls' bathroom on the third floor, try to brew this potion.

To do this, she turned the toilet in the cubicle into a table, and the pipe into a shelf.

A wide variety of herbs are placed on the shelves.

Standing on the footstool, she took out a bronze cauldron from her bosom, and then skillfully swung her wand to create a ball of fire.

"When the temperature of the crucible reaches medium, you can try it with your hands, probably to the extent that your hands reach into the crucible and the temperature is just enough to fill the palm of your hand."

There were several pieces of parchment stapled to the shelf, and Hermione cut out the one he had left.

She looked up, then reached into the cauldron.

Wait for the temperature to fit in the palm of your hand, then add the Billy Wigger stinger.

Next, take out a bottle of living water.

"Fell against the edge of the cauldron. PS: Wear the prepared face covering. ”

It was written on parchment.

And she did the same, pouring living water against the edge of the cauldron into it. Suddenly, a pungent smell rushed into the cauldron, making her nose sour.

That's when she put on the mask, and after the mucus boiled for a minute, she poured in the ground catfish bones.

The powder was put into the pot, and soon the pungent smell and boiling crucible calmed down.

At the same time, she simmered over low heat, and in the process, she had to prepare other ingredients.

"Motra rat tentacles are crushed and ground with stones, not cut with a knife."

"Add about 20 grams of shallots."

"Wear gloves when crowding grass branches and leaves, and be careful that your hands are purple for a week."

"Fire ash snake eggshell powder does not need to be added too much, it can be replaced by silver powder, fire ash snake eggshell powder is too expensive. (laughs)"

A funny smile appeared on the parchment.

Her hand froze slightly.

Then let it go.

The next moment, the silver powder was like a broken dream, flashing with mottled brilliance, and disappeared into the dark tide.

And this will last for three hours.

Every ten minutes, she adds a new material.

After three hours, the flame was reduced to low and she had to stir it clockwise every five minutes.

"You don't really have to stir for four hours, do you?" His handwriting on the parchment grew damper.

It's weird, right?

It doesn't snow at Hogwarts anymore.

"Spell Miss Granger, spell!"

"Let the glass rod move on its own."

Four hours later.

It's dawn.

After her last stirring, the potion in the cauldron had turned a dark blue, with a consistency similar to that of water.

When the heat is turned off, she drops the sneezing syrup on the surface of the water, and each drop is stirred ten times clockwise and counterclockwise, causing her arms to feel heavy and tired. But she didn't seem to care.

When all thirty drops are added, the potion will become sticky again, sticking to the stirring bar.

Finally, the simmer continues to simmer for five minutes plus the last herb, the gill sac grass.

The finished product is a scarlet, fishy, slightly viscous potion.

"Is it scarlet? Slightly fishy. If so, you've succeeded. ”

"Actually, it's not difficult, right, it's just that the steps are too cumbersome, and it seems to be much easier to boil people than compound decoction that needs to be boiled for a week."

"Any idea why? That's because this recipe has been improved by buddies! It's not just Snape who changes the potion recipe, he's a half-breed baby, and I'm still a fun baby! ”

In the corner of the parchment it was written: This recipe belongs to the Prince of Amusement.

Hermione lowered her eyebrows.

Inside her cauldron was as thick as a mass of silt.

And the color is not right, it is blue.

"PS: It doesn't matter if it fails, anyway, Snape has a lot of inventory, enter the door with his right hand against the wall and the first wall brick, knock twice, pause for three seconds, knock twice, and it will open automatically, inside is Snape's small vault, I counted, there are two thousand three hundred and forty-seven gold Galleons, if he doesn't have stock, take it and buy materials casually."

"PS: Ahem - don't really spend money casually, a little less I guess he won't find out, more. I'm going to have to put it in. ”

"PS: Find George and Fred about buying materials, they have a way, and some rare materials are not sold in normal potion shops."

"PS: Don't be afraid, do it again."

Yes, again.

At the end of the day's lessons.

Hermione was back here.

Same steps, same materials.

But it was the same failure, only this time the color of the film was different. It's green.

Day 3.

Stripped of her invisibility cloak, she continued to stay in the cubicle, looking at the fire.

Maybe it's because I'm stirring too much?

Day 4.

The color is yellow.

Day 5.

Cyan.

Six days.

The smell of a strong pick-me-up fills the lavatory.

Sweet, that's Owen's new and improved taste.

The compartment was full of his taste

Today is her last chance.

Snape hadn't been in his pantry since yesterday, and he hadn't even turned down class.

This is the first time in fourteen years.

So this is her last chance.

Glass rods stirred in the crucible.

Then she counted from the beginning, two, three, five, six, seven, eight

She was sure she counted to ten.

She added the final material.

But inside the cauldron is still a mess of mud.

Hermione stood by the cauldron as if she was out of her body, watching the fire simmer.

"Don't be afraid, try again."

"Knock~~~"

The water dripped into the cauldron.

The viscous potion turned green.

And then another drop.

The potion turned yellow.

After that comes cyan.

As the water dripped into the cauldron, the potion not only changed color.

And then - it's like a storm and rain is coming, and the person with the umbrella can't resist it anymore.

"Ahh

In the girls' bathroom, there was a scream.

Then there was the sound of metal colliding with marble.

Sticky potions were scattered all over the floor, and a pungent smell diluted the smell of pick-me-up potions in the bathroom.

And now - only the pain remains.

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"Granger!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind the little witch.

It was Percy, who came over with a thin face.

"Ginny told me you saved her?"

"It was Owen who saved me, I just helped a little." Hermione said indifferently, absent-mindedly thinking about something else.

"But Ginny said it was you." Percy patted her on the shoulder and looked at her gratefully, "I really want to thank you, our whole family is going to thank you, oh my! You don't know how shocked I was when I heard that something happened to Ginny and Ron. ”

"That's Hogwarts, that's my sister."

"If something happens to my sister—" Percy suddenly choked up, some of which seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out.

"Don't say stupid things." Behind her, Mrs. Weasley walked over.

She wore a pure brown linen robe, and she had been an energetic witch during the summer vacation, but when she looked closely, she found that her eyes were sunken and her sideburns were a wisp of white silk.

She stepped forward, hugged Hermione into her arms, and after giving her a big warm embrace, she said enthusiastically, "Did you cure Ginny and Ron?" They look much healthier than their older brothers.

I should have given you something. With that, she let go of Hermione's shoulder, and pulled out a badge from her wide pocket, a sunflower-shaped badge, each of which was a different color and colorful seed. It has a strong feeling of summer warmth.

"No, it was Owen who cured the two of them, and I didn't do anything about it." Hermione was stunned and said bluntly.

"Then you deserve it too." Mrs. Weasley almost forcibly shoved the badge into Hermione's hand, then reached out and stroked the girl's emaciated cheek.

"For Owen." She said.

Mrs. Weasley knows what it's like to lose someone.

When her brother died, she was like the girl in front of her when she was killed by the Death Eaters.

Numb, overwhelmed.

It's as if I was suddenly robbed of a part of myself and lost a pair of hands.

After losing, it seems to be no different when you don't use your hands, but once you lift your arms. The severed limb will remind you again and again.

You have lost a pair of hands and lost them forever, and you can never make up for them or find them, just like the soul is missing a hole, and when the wind passes through the hole, the noisy sound will be reminded all the time, reminding the soul that a piece is missing.

That kind of continuous and long-lasting pain will continue to wear down a person.

Either until the end of death, or get used to the gap in the soul that will be passed by the wind.

Symbiosis with it.

And Mrs. Weasley is the latter.

She was used to the days without her brother, and her other family members filled the hole, but she didn't know if the girl in front of her could still fill it, and if there was a chance to fill it.

As soon as she thought of this, tears welled up in her eyes.

It's almost out of the eye.

She lowered her head and took Hermione's hands, her eyes pouring like rain.

Hot tears rolled across the tip of his nose and hit the ground.

She's not crying for herself.

It's for Hermione, for this young, but too early to feel the pain.

"Mom." Percy quickly crouched down and patted his mother on the back, while Mrs. Weasley collapsed into her son's arms.

"Oh - oh my god - you are so young." She wailed, her uncontrollable emotions finding an outlet.

The shouts were moving.

In the kitchen, in front of the elves.

"Sniff." Dobby clutched his handkerchief, hugged Harry's leg as he had just come out, and cried loudly.

Tears and snot are not at all covered by that little handkerchief.

So after a while, Harry's legs and feet were wet.

But Harry didn't notice it, his messy hair was blown up haphazardly, his bow tie was simply hanging around his neck, and his shirt was tied in the wrong order, which was especially obvious from the collar.

The glasses are even dirtier.

Covered in dust and unknown stains.

Suddenly, Harry remembered something.

In the second grade, someone applied a permanent Fire and Water Charm and a Cleansing Charm to his glasses.

It's been a long time since I've bothered to worry about my glasses getting dirty

And the pocket in his arms

He also had the glasses he sent.

"Mom—" At this time, Ron and the others also came over.

The Weasleys are back together.

The atmosphere became particularly sad.

This went on for a long time.

It wasn't until Mr. Arthur, patting them on the shoulder, to show that the elves around them were still watching, that Molly pulled her head out of Percy's arms.

She wiped away her tears, and then a forced smile crossed her lips.

She didn't want to disgrace her children at school because of herself.

Although no one present would feel that way.

Those present comforted her a few words.

Several people left the kitchen in a huddle.

On the spiral staircase leading to the auditorium, Percy was separated from the rest of the family.

He was here, and Barty Crouch was naturally there, and now the Minister of Magic was in New Hogsmeade, discussing things with officials from the United States, after all, it was their students of Ilvermorny who had the accident.

The weather at the beginning of February is not as cold as in the depths of winter, and the earth is showing signs of melting.

This made the road leading from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade muddy.

In the distance, Percy saw Hermione coming with her, as well as Harry.

But they didn't come for themselves.

They should just come out to breathe.

Percy thought so.

The place he and the minister agreed on was on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks Bar.

Where are they going to receive the group of Americans, see the tone, and then go to Hogwarts.

Otherwise, it would be a shame to make something happen in the castle, after all, there are three schools in the castle now.

Walking past the screaming shacks, the village of Hogsmeade in the distance is already in sight.

At this moment, Percy suddenly stopped.

He reversed course, because just now, he seemed to have seen a familiar figure in the woods.

"He wants that girl!"

There was a sharp, sweet, greasy sound in the woods.

Percy only had a distant glance to know who it was, Dolores Umbridge.

(End of chapter)