Spell Players at Hogwarts

This was the first time Hermione had spoken so much to this natural science professor.

Although it sounds a bit strange, something like pride or a monument, the gentle feeling in Beznit's words...

It becomes convincing without even realizing it, right?

"Perhaps these words are more suitable for you to tell Flinda."

Hermione thought of this witch who was two years older than herself. Although Flinda usually looked gentle, Flinda did have Slytherin's pride engraved in her bones.

So why hasn't Flinda given up yet?

After secretly cursing, the little girl forgot all her unhappiness in the blink of an eye.

Anyway... Meadows is on his side, so the big deal...

"Humph!"

Seeing the change in the little girl's attitude, Beznit felt a little confused.

With such kind intentions... there is no reason for my failure?

"Sorry, Professor Beznet, I just had something else on my mind."

Hermione noticed that her attitude was wrong. Although it was baffling, it was really rude in front of such a convincing Professor Beznet.

"It doesn't matter, everyone has their own emotions."

Beznit shook his head and put aside the thought of breaking his skills.

"Flinda, that Slytherin girl, I heard about your relationship..."

"It's nothing, Professor Beznet, you should talk about something else."

Hermione frowned and refused Beznit's request for interaction righteously.

"This~"

Beznit paused for a moment, and couldn't help but doubt his face again.

So, which link is the problem?

"Any questions?"

"Feel sorry."

Beznit nodded slightly, "It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised by... that boy's charm."

"charm?"

Hermione blushed slightly, but out of instinct, the little girl's face was still slightly distorted.

"He's just an arrogant man who always likes to talk to himself. He looks very serious, but in fact he is very... out of tune!"

As she spoke, Hermione's cheeks puffed up, and then she squeezed Saber's hand tightly.

"Saber, promise me, no matter what Lynch says, you will come back to me at night."

"Granger..."

"Just call me Hermione."

"Okay, Hermione." Saber frowned slightly, "That's my Master, and please trust my judgment."

"Judgment..." Hermione held her forehead a little helplessly. After all, as a witness to the birth of Saber, from a certain perspective, she also had a part in it.

Does saber count...

"Bah!" Hermione blushed. The castle seemed hotter than usual today, "You are still young Saber. Believe me, you can't control it."

Watching the girl's speech, Beznit's expression hidden under his beard couldn't help but become richer.

Therefore, after the elves were transformed through alchemy... I heard that many alchemists in the past liked alchemy dolls. There were many alchemists who died without heirs.

"It's really out of tune."

Beznet nodded, naturally touched the beard on his chin with one hand, and then his eyes naturally fell on...

"Please don't look at me, sir, with this look. I think your look is a bit disrespectful."

Saber stared at Beznit's face with a serious face. To be precise, Saber's eyes had not moved away since she just left the Ravenclaw lounge.

"Hey, Saber, this is...professor." Hermione glanced around, "Maybe in private..."

Beznit: Huh?

So all Hogwarts students actually draw in this style?

You wizards are indeed extremely evil.

"Sorry, Professor Beznet, although Saber looks big, she doesn't understand anything yet."

Hermione scratched her head in embarrassment and tried to apologize to Professor Beznit, but looking at the girl's calm and playful attitude...

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I can understand." Beznit nodded, "After all, to a certain extent, Miss Saber can be regarded as... a very pure elf."

"You know?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she immediately realized what she had said, and covered her mouth with one hand.

"I happen to know something about it. After all, things like elves are not that rare."

Beznit raised his eyebrows and looked very relaxed.

"Born in human emotions and born out of human free life, compared to Miss Saber, it is said that many of the gods that humans believe in are themselves elves, and with the passage of faith, the power of the gods will gradually disappear until the end When a believer dies, his god also dies.”

Hermione's mouth fell open for a moment.

"That God... is really a bit of a child's play."

"What a child's play." The corners of Beznit's mouth twitched slightly, "They are born and destroyed by humans. Don't you think that gods are actually the best thing to protect human beings..."

"But if humans can't even protect themselves, what if there's one more... elf? Sorry, I'm not talking about you again, Saber."

Hermione squeezed Saber's palm and said, "Pinning your hopes on elves or something like that... is not as practical as working hard yourself."

"But there is always a day when people are helpless." Beznit said seriously, "You are still young, Miss Granger. To be honest, you haven't realized the cruelty of the world yet. Even if you are a wizard, But in front of the wave..."

"There must be something wrong."

Hermione said seriously, "I have read some books. If, Professor, you are referring to war and poverty... Although I don't know what the solution is, I think..."

"I don't think it's something that God can solve."

Hermione looked at Beznit very seriously, "Just like the wars in human history, even if God exists, he cannot prevent the war from coming, let alone help every ordinary person."

"Why do you think so Miss Granger?"

Beznet touched his chin and turned his gaze to Hermione's face with interest. He didn't know why this smart little girl had such thoughts, just like he didn't quite understand why the boy and... …

If you look closely, although the front teeth are a bit big, they do look a bit cute like a little bunny.

(Qiu: Are you calling me mother?)

"Except for myths, people have always saved people. Even for myths, humans have paid a heavy price. Rather than humans, humans in the book are like dolls that are played with at will."

"But not all gods are like this."

"Then I haven't seen it." Hermione waved her hand, "Lynch said that although you can't witness everything with your own eyes, books are always written by people."

"Then...I understand." Beznit nodded, and the three of them stood in the corridor as if they were still reminiscing about the previous conversation.

After a while, out of respect for intellectuals, Hermione couldn't help but feel apologetic when she came back to her senses.

"I'm sorry...Professor Beznet...I didn't mean to contradict you."

"Don't worry, Miss Granger, this is just a discussion." Beznit raised his palm and stretched it towards Hermione's head.

However, Beznit did not rub Hermione's soft hair. Instead, a piece of silver-white gauntlet made Beznit's palm feel cold.

"Sir, please don't do such a perverted thing."

"Saber, what are you talking about?" Hermione quickly grabbed Saber, "How did you change..."

"This is the most suitable form for fighting. Please stand behind me Hermione."

Saber stopped Hermione with her left hand, and held her right hand slightly, as if holding a long sword.

Wearing it with a sky blue battle dress, the little girl's eyes flashed when she saw Saber's appearance.

"Do you want to destroy the enemy in front of you, Hermione?"

"Hey, this is a professor!" Hermione quickly tugged on Saber's skirt.

So, you don’t mind if I’m not a professor?

Beznit's hand was frozen in place, and he wasn't sure if he could move it. Although the little girl couldn't feel it, Beznit could still vaguely feel the tingling on his skin.

Hard-edged?

When did newborn elves become so powerful?

If that's the case, then that thing that's been wandering around...

"Saber, there's no need for this. Professor Beznit doesn't have any ill intentions."

Hermione kept talking, but Saber's body tensed slightly.

"But I feel a very strong evil desire. Please stay behind me, Hermione."

Saber looked at the corner of the corridor like a sharp sword. As the conversation disappeared, the footsteps echoing in the castle became clearer and clearer.

"Damn it, there's no treasure in this."

The speaker was a man, but his voice was not clear due to the distance.

But...will there be any treasures on the eighth floor of the castle?

Hermione recalled what Lynch had said, that the treasures of Hogwarts were hidden behind the statue of the Globstone on the eighth floor.

It turns out that there is only a principal's office behind the statue.

"Damn it, you dare to trick me!"

The man was a little frustrated, his steps became heavier and heavier, and then, a face that was almost engraved in Hermione's DNA appeared in front of the girl.

Maybe... people are always deeply impressed by their most embarrassing things?

"Oh my god, it's Lockhart."

Hermione reflexively wanted to hide aside. For no other reason than just seeing Lockhart's face, the girl felt extremely embarrassed.

But Lockhart was obviously taken aback. He put his hands on his chest in a panic, and then realized that this would damage his image.

Then Lockhart puffed out his chest and showed an eight-tooth smile, as if he was going to participate in a special interview with the Daily Prophet...

Well, it has to be the front page headline.

"Cough cough!"

Lockhart coughed slightly, "A man and two women are wandering around the castle at this time. I think you don't take Dumbledore seriously at all!"