Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

"What are you so angry about? Stop being so angry now, Hermione is here to test it!" Ethan, who had just been eavesdropping shamelessly upstairs, heard what Sisley was saying to Hermione about being angry, sorry, etc., and he suddenly felt Not good, he quickly changed the subject while carrying his big bag.

"Hermione, use the Patronus Charm in advance, otherwise you will be easily injured." Ethan walked downstairs and said, picking up the big bag that kept squirming.

"Okay...call for divine protection!" Hermione took out her wand and chanted the spell gently, and in an instant, the tip of the wand emitted bursts of silver-white light.

"Keep it!" Ethan reminded, watching Hermione nod seriously before opening the big pocket, revealing a black and gray robe nestled inside.

Immediately afterwards, the robe slowly straightened up, and the thin and withered hand slowly stretched out towards Hermione, and then was slapped hard against the wall by the Thorne Codex that suddenly appeared behind Hermione.

The moment Hermione saw the dementors, the light source at the tip of the wand could no longer be maintained, and only wisps of light came out of the wand.

"It doesn't seem to be working. How did Hermione feel just now?" Sisley took back the code and asked.

"It feels... like I'm dying..." Hermione said tremblingly as she watched the dementor unconsciously move towards Sisley.

"My magic practice is very good, but my mental quality is not good enough. Practice more until you find that the dementor is just an ordinary magical creature. Then it will not be like this." Ethan slapped him hard with the grimoire. He said after killing several large sinuses of Dementors and putting them in his pocket.

"Okay... Then can we use the code... Sisley?" Hermione asked, recalling that with just a slight wave, the Dementor was like a gray wolf being slapped away by a pan.

"Okay." Sisley spread his hands and said.

"Okay..." Hermione suddenly lowered her head and muttered aggrievedly.

At this time, Ethan had noticed that he was starting to glow gradually. He put his big bag behind his back and walked upstairs. Along the way, he took another bottle of wine and apparated to the next door to contain the other two light bulbs.

"Okay...then again, I'm not better than you." Hermione said with a sigh.

"How could it be? At least your Patronus Charm is really better than mine." Sisley held Hermione's hand and sat on the sofa and said comfortingly.

"But it's completely useless. The reason why you can't learn the Patronus Charm is because you have learned so much black magic...and I haven't learned any black magic, so I'm still half-assed at the Patronus Charm..." She lowered her head and looked aggrieved. Qu said like a kitten.

"Black magic is not something worth showing off. What black magic can do, white magic can do. On the contrary, what white magic can do, black magic can't do. You are still very good." Sisley said slowly. He walked slowly behind Hermione, gently stroked her furry head and comforted her.

"I originally thought that if we encountered a dementor and you collapsed on the ground, weak, pitiful and helpless, I could be a hero and save the beauty..." Hermione murmured softly.

"Is this what you're thinking about?" Sisley asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Hmm...huh? What are you doing?" Hermione asked, feeling the pressure coming from her hair.

"How about putting a pair of ponytails on you?" Sisley said while combing Hermione's hair.

"It's not that good. I've always worn my hair down since I was a child. I'm not used to it." Hermione was about to stand up when Sisley's hand was firmly pressed back on her shoulder.

He wanted to reach out and cause trouble, but Sisley bit him unceremoniously.

"Hey...you have to put on a bandage again. Is that what you want?" Hermione said as she took out a tissue and covered the bite wound on the back of her hand.

Sisley casually took out a roll of magic bandage from the ring and handed it to Hermione. He also took out two rubber bands and tied his hair while saying: "I am a gentleman, please don't use your dirty thoughts." miss me."

Hermione tied the wound on her hand with a bandage and burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Sisley said with a stiff expression.

"It's okay, I just remembered something happy." Hermione said with a smile.

"I'm warning you, I have double standards, don't make me angry..." Sisley curled his lips and said.

"Ah, yes, yes, double standards, domestic violence, PUA, cold violence, cheating is all you need to get rid of all the five evils..." Hermione raised her head and rolled her eyes at Sisley and teased.

"Wow? I'm so bad? Then you're still here? Shouldn't you stay eight hundred miles away from me?" Sisley said pretending to be surprised.

"I just like bad ones, don't I?" Hermione said with a chuckle.

"Don't let uncle hear it, or he will kill me." Sisley finished tying the twin tails and rubbed Hermione's face vigorously and said.

"That day, my father and mother had a small meeting in the bedroom. After they came out, they felt calm. It was okay."

"Not necessarily. If I had a lovely daughter like you, if she dared to find a villain like me, I would hang that guy on the beam and whip him eight hundred times, and then let him cosplay Prometheus. Go."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...double standard..." Hermione reached out and grabbed Sisley's hand, pinched it with her fingers and twisted it hard.

"Everyone has double standards. If you don't have double standards, you'd be a god." Sisley explained as he rubbed his hands that were red from Hermione's pinch.

Then he held the back of the sofa with one hand and gently turned over to sit next to Hermione. While playing with Hermione's bandaged hand, he said, "I seem to remember something."

Hermione looked at Sisley confused.

"Well, you promised me."

"I promised you?" Hermione became increasingly confused.

"It was in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. I was fighting Voldemort at that time. Do you remember what you promised me?" Sisley said with a treacherous smile.

"Ah? I just had a hot head at that time... What do you want me to do?" Hermione said with a sudden blush on her face.

"Aren't you able to do anything?" Sisley said as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Ah? Now? We are only thirteen years old. What do you want to do? Can you change your request?" Hermione was startled when she saw Sisley like this, and quickly leaned against the corner of the sofa, feeling a little scared. 's plead.

"How about changing your request... How about changing the name you call me?" Sisley thought for a moment and said.

"Name?" Hermione asked, somewhat confused.

"Yes, you usually call me Sisley, but if I have a request, you have to call me according to my request. How about that?" Sisley raised his eyebrows and said.

"How about... use an analogy?" Hermione relaxed a little after hearing this request and said carefully.

"For example...call me daddy." Sisley finally said with a smile that showed his plan had succeeded.