A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

Seeing the affection between Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger, Hermione felt angry and funny: "Beating? You have to be able to beat them! They are both wizards! It's not like you don't know!"

Mr. Granger got up from the dining table, as if nothing had happened, and continued to attack: "If you can't beat me, run away. If you can't run away..."

"...Just sue the teacher! I know what you are going to say, Mr. Granger." Hermione immediately jumped in, "But it won't be that simple. Otherwise, why didn't you beat up those who said bad things about us in Diagon Alley? You didn’t scold him back or file a complaint?”

As she spoke, Hermione looked even more questioning.

Mr. Granger suddenly had nothing to say and couldn't keep up with his thoughts. He could only smile and said, "I am not familiar with this place."

"Hmph! Why am I unfamiliar with this place? It's because I can't beat him!"

"That's also one of the reasons..."

Although she said so at the time, once she came to her senses, Hermione knew that it was not exactly the case.

In her impression, Mr. Granger had a very strong character. In the past ten years or so, no matter what kind of injustice he encountered, Mr. Granger had the courage to fight back immediately.

She believed that Mr. Granger would not be so cowardly even if he was facing a wizard.

His patience in Diagon Alley was largely due to her.

"Restored as before!"

Hermione waved her wand again and recited a spell. Suddenly her face lit up and she saw the fragments of the porcelain cup move.

But it didn't take long for the joy to disappear from her face. Although the pieces of the porcelain cup moved a little, it only moved a little.

Hermione's face suddenly fell. She obviously followed the steps in the book and made no mistakes at all.

"Where is the problem?"

In order to have the feeling of casting magic, she even put on a wizard's robe, which was full of ritual feeling.

While eating dinner, she also had a feeling that there would be a breakthrough tonight.

So she was still practicing so late at night.

Normally, no matter how hard she worked, she would have gone to bed long ago.

Is the so-called breakthrough just about making the pieces of the porcelain cup move?

Sure enough, premonitions are not reliable at all!

She was so angry that she threw her wand aside, threw herself into the warm and soft quilt, and then sank in with her whole body.

What a curse!There is no way to learn!Go to sleep!

But not long after, Mr. Granger's helpless smile came to her mind again...

She silently got up and picked up her wand.

Try again one last time!just one time!

If that doesn't work, she'll just go to sleep!

"Restored as before!"

Before she finished speaking, the wand suddenly burst out with a cobalt blue light, which in turn completely engulfed her.

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Merseyside, Liverpool, seaside port area, Rolle House.

Gray walls and green tiles, vines climbing crazily in the moonlight, a vine leaf lying on the glazed lattice window, like a dark green eye peering inside.

In the room, portraits, sculptures, armor, carpets, and furnishings full of the flavor of old aristocrats are everywhere.

But the most eye-catching thing is the huge burning fireplace and the beautiful girl sitting in front of the fireplace.

It was obviously a hot summer night, but she was wearing a snow-white diamond-shaped turtleneck sweater, a pair of ankle-length velvet pants of the same color, and a pair of very thick pure cotton socks on her feet.

Just like that, there was a thick, fluffy wool blanket covering my knees.

She didn't feel hot, but instead felt cold. The deep chill that penetrated her bones made her frown from time to time, her body couldn't help but tremble, and her teeth chattered.

Despite this, Endresi Rohr's eyes, as cold as the cold moon, always fell on a book in his hand whose cover was almost peeling off.

She has suffered from an unknown cold syndrome since she was a child. Although she has been asking doctors to help recuperate and suppress it, it is like a maggot attached to her bones and cannot be eradicated.

Every full-moon night, the cold syndrome would occur. The pain during the attack made it impossible for Indelexi to sleep.

She could only distract herself from the difficult night by reading her favorite books.

At this moment, she was reading one of her favorite novels: "Damocles or Extis - The Night of the Demon's Resurrection".

This is a wizarding novel with horror and suspense elements. The author is Mordemus Hermes, who claims to be a direct subordinate of Damocles Rolle, the former Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

The novel uses the No. 1 onlooker's perspective and clearly tells the process of how Damocles Rohr built Azkaban step by step and used it as a prison for wizards. It also tells a conclusive story about Damocles Rohr. During that period, S. Rohr made a series of extremely cautious behavioral changes.

Due to the suspicion of defaming the Ministry of Magic and illegally spreading knowledge about black magic, this novel has been banned from printing and dissemination by the Ministry of Magic and has been completely suppressed. The book she has is considered out of print.

She has read this novel over and over again and knows many plots by heart, but when she feels uncomfortable, she will still choose this book to accompany her.

As the great-great-great-granddaughter of Damocles Rolle, she admired the incredible detail described in the novel.

The writing is almost as real, especially the two scenes of how Axtis brutally tortured sailors and turned them into dementors, and how Damocles used dementors to imprison wizard prisoners, as if he was a real person. The author's Medome Hermes is like seeing it with his own eyes.

Sometimes, she even wondered whether her own cold syndrome might be related to this.

Because according to the description in the novel, Dementors are also a kind of non-existence that is full of coldness.

But it was just a novel, and she knew it.

She had asked her parents, and even asked her connections to look through the records at the Ministry of Magic, only to find that her great-great-great-grandfather, Damocles Rohr, did not have a person named Mordemus Helm. A subordinate with a strange name like Si.

The reason for such delusions is probably out of unwillingness.

She is already 11 years old, but she has not gathered even a trace of magic power.

It's early August, and other little wizards may have received their admission notices to Hogwarts. They go to Flourish and Blotts to buy magic books, Madam Malkin's robe store to buy wizard robes, and Ollivander's wand shop to choose a wand. Your own magic wand...

There are also telescopes for astronomy classes, cauldrons for potions classes, and even owls...

She wanted it all so much, knew exactly what she needed to go to Hogwarts, and knew the directions to every shop.

Even in my dreams, I often dream of interacting with the store clerk, using my excellent vision to select the best one among the products, and secretly being happy about it.

But she knew clearly that those fantasies were just fantasies.

What can she do if she is unwilling to do so? Even Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, is helpless to deal with her situation.

She was destined to have nothing, she could only stay at home and read wizard novels to comfort herself.

so cold-

Another bone-chilling chill hit her, and she suddenly shivered, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and her teeth made more frequent "clack-clack" bone-tapping sounds.

Cold attacks also have highs and lows. The lows can be alleviated by diverting attention, but the highs can only be endured because she can't even control her attention at this time.

She was curled up on the sofa shivering with her book in her arms, like a poor little beast that was all alone in the ice and snow and was about to freeze to death.

so cold-

So hateful——

So unwilling--

At this moment, the book she was holding in her arms suddenly burst out with a beam of cobalt blue light, which instantly enveloped her, as if forming a cocoon of light.

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