Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The warning letter from the Ministry of Magic may be late, but it will never be absent.

"Mr. Bones:"

"We received reports that you cast a fire spell at your residence at 3:24 this afternoon."

"Minor wizards are not allowed to cast spells outside school. According to the [Act on the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards] ([-]), paragraph [-] stipulates that the first time is only a warning, and the second violation of this clause will result in penalties. You may be expelled from this school."

"Also, please remember that according to Article 13 of the [International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy], any magical activity that attracts the attention of non-magical community members is a serious illegal act."

Signed by one Eugene Hohen, the letter was issued by the Ministry of Magic's Office for the Suppression of Misuse of Magic.

奇怪的是，寄信日期是1991年12月25日下午3时26分，可今天已经是假期结束的前一天了。

"You missed a letter, Soule," cried Mrs. Ellison.

It was said to be a letter, but it looked like an essay. Suer unfolded it and saw that it was written with flying colors:

"Someone told me that a young wizard used magic in violation of the [Regulations on the Management of Underage Wizards]. I took over the matter and erased the record. Don't worry, and go back to school with peace of mind."

"This warning letter is sent to you. I hope you know that the Ministry of Magic has extremely strict control over the use of magic by minors."

"Owl back and tell me what happened as soon as you get it. ---Amelia Bones"

Well, so it is.

This is the so-called someone in the DPRK who is easy to handle, right?

"The letter has been received, and this is what happened..." There is always a pen in Suhr's desk, which Mr. Ellison gave him on his tenth birthday.

"Excuse me, Xiao Huihui."

"Cuckoo..." The owl flapped its wings, nuzzled Sur, and flew away with his reply.

Since Hermione raised Crookshanks, Little Huihui flew back to Soul's house that night.

A cat is a creature that is lazy to death when it is lazy, and can keep jumping up and down when it is full of energy. What's more, Crookshanks is already a big cat. Little Huihui, who is just over half a year old, naturally cannot be a regular cat. The rival of the old cat.

The next two days will be sunny and sunny, and the sun will express my feelings...(pick me up!)

Angel's high fever had gone away, but she still felt a little weak. Just in case, Suer left a few extra bottles of refreshing pills at home.

Hermione only showed up for the first two days, then stayed home until Homecoming.

Early that morning, she appeared at the door of Suer's house wearing a scarf and a hat that Suer gave her, covering her face until only her eyes were exposed.

Soul was already ready and waiting for her, with the scarf given by Hermione wrapped around his neck.

Mrs. Ellison packed the lunch she had prepared early in the morning and handed it to the two of them. She stepped forward to straighten Soul's clothes, and then looked at Hermione.

"Su'er will be left in your care. If he disobeys, write me a letter and I will take care of him," she said.

Assist +1! ! !Even though Hermione was wrapped in a scarf, her eyes could be seen wandering.

Soul said awkwardly, "It's time for us to go, Mom."

"Didi..." The car horn sounded from outside the house, and Mr. Ellison was ready.

"I will." Hermione said in a low voice, then turned around and "ran away." Mrs. Ellison looked at Hermione's back with a smile and hugged Soul gently.

"Come on, son."

There is no need to go into details about the process of going to the train station and getting on the train. The little wizards have become very proficient in it after gaining experience.

(Otherwise, I will be scolded for my word count. Hey, I seem to have scolded you for a few more words.)

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

The temperature in the cubicle rose, and Hermione was finally willing to take off her scarf and hat. Her little face was as red as a ripe apple.

She took out the book she had prepared all morning, spread it out on the table, and started reading. She kept mumbling: "Where is Nico Flamel?"

Nicole Flamel?

Oh yes.

"Ahem..." Suer coughed a few times, "I heard you right just now, are you talking about Nico Flamel?"

Hermione looked up suddenly and said in a surprised tone, "You know?"

Soul nodded, "Nicolas Flamel, a famous French alchemist and the founder of European alchemy."

"You know why you didn't tell me earlier." Hermione slammed the book shut, "I've been looking for it for a long time."

"You didn't ask me either." Suer blinked innocently.

"Then is there anything special about him?" Hermione asked, "For example, any inventions or something."

"Yes." Su Er said, "Besides, your parents must also know about this man and his great achievements. Oh, by the way, he also has a name, it seems to be..."

"Nicholas Flamel."

"The Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione responded quickly, "That magical creature that is said to be able to turn stone into gold."

"That's right." Suer nodded.

"So, that is to say, the three-headed dog in the corridor on the fourth floor is guarding the Philosopher's Stone. But it's just a stone that can turn stones into gold. Doesn't it take so much effort?" He said, having solved his long-standing doubts. Minggang relaxed and then tightened his brows.

"Who told you that the Philosopher's Stone can only turn stone into gold? It also has a name in the magic world - the Philosopher's Stone." Suer shook his head.

"The Philosopher's Stone...the Philosopher's Stone..." Hermione murmured a few words in a daze, "Oh, I know, I know!"

She left her seat with a swish and walked to the corner where the suitcases were placed.

"Bang." A thick, huge old book hit the table. "I borrowed this book from the library a few weeks ago. I originally planned to use it for entertainment during the holiday."

"As expected of you, Hermione." Soul looked at the thick tome strangely.

"Crash." Hermione began to flip through the pages of the book quickly, mumbling something.

"Found it! Found it!" She stopped when she turned to the second half of the book, "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"The Philosopher's Stone, this is a magical substance with amazing magical properties. It can turn any metal into pure gold. It can also create the elixir of life and make people immortal."

"The only known Philosopher's Stone belongs to the famous alchemist - Mr. Nico Flamel. Last year, he celebrated his 660th fifth birthday."

"No wonder I can't find him. People from more than 600 years ago can't be considered modern..." Hermione's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a detective had caught the truth, "Immortal, yes, yes, who Can you withstand the temptation of immortality?"

"Who?" Sol asked.

"Professor Snape, Harry and Ron said they saw Snape trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone in the corridor on the fourth floor." Hermione lowered her tone and said mysteriously.

"Is there a possibility that...you are wrong?" Soul looked at Hermione, "Think about it..."

Before Soul could finish speaking, Hermione interrupted him, "Then why did he try to spell Harry during the Quidditch match?"

These are two different things...

Sol opened his mouth and looked at Hermione's confident expression, knowing that she had completely fallen into a misunderstanding.

Forget it, you will know in the end, I just need to keep you from taking risks on the fourth floor.

ps: It is true that xg specializes in treating dissatisfaction....

I woke up with a high fever of over 39 degrees in the morning. I barely finished typing, so I should take medicine and go to bed.

See you tomorrow.