The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

"Expelliarmus."

The wand was knocked out of Hermione's hand and Harry looked at her in shock.

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

Darkness trained in the newly cleaned-up classroom, and the only one among them who was capable of sparring with Hermione was Harry.

Even when Mo Bai was around, they would practice against each other.

Hermione came to her senses and grabbed the wand with her right hand.

"It's okay, continue."

She raised her wand, her eyes casually glancing towards the doorway.

The sloppy figure was leaning against the door, drinking a bottle of Coke in his hand, and watching the wizards training in the room with great interest.

She froze.

"Professor White, what's up?"

"what?"

White waved his hand and walked in leisurely.

"I just think the wizard's spells are interesting."

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

"You're not even a wizard, are you?"

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"How should I put it?" White frowned, as if trying to organize his words.

"Most people in my family have a great talent for controlling mental powers," he loosened his grip, spinning the Coke bottle in his hand without spilling a single drop of the liquid inside.

"This should be quite similar to you wizards."

"Then why would the principal allow you to be a professor?"

Harry's eyes widened.

White shrugged. "I just showed off my skills... um... in your words, 'silent and wandless spellcasting', and memorized the textbook by the way."

"But I can see that you are indeed short of people."

Hermione was horrified.

If what he said was true, then when he looked at his own memories that day, he did not use soul reading, but relied entirely on his own powerful mental power to search directly.

I remembered what Mo Bai said, that normally mental strength increases with age.

"Can I ask how old you are?"

White scratched his head.

"Except for the one outside now, I am the youngest in my family, only about 100 years old."

Hermione: ...

Harry:…

This person was easier to talk to than Hermione had imagined.

And he seems a little naive.

What did he really say when asked?

It fits the character who hasn't left home for more than 100 years...

However, the tip of the iceberg he revealed made Hermione feel terrified about the strength of this family.

He seems easy to talk to, but what if Mo Bai doesn't want to go back?

And based on Hermione's understanding of Mo Bai, this possibility is very high.

It's easy to ask him to return to his roots, but if he is forced to stay in one place for his whole life, even if he is with me, he will never agree.

What a proud person hates most is being forced to do something.

Then can this White still be so easy to talk to?

Even if Mo Bai can defeat this White, he is just the youngest person in a family that has been passed down for at least a thousand years.

How many old monsters are there after that?

The more Hermione thought about it, the more creepy it became.

She immediately stood up and walked out of the school.

She didn't want to care about either Dumbledore or Voldemort at all now.

She just wanted to find Mo Bai and let him know about it.

As soon as she left the area of ​​Hogwarts, she Disapparated instantly.

When I appeared again, I was surrounded by the familiar bookshelves and soft chairs.

She curled her lips.

Sure enough, I can come back anytime.

"What on earth is the master doing? He hasn't appeared for such a long time."

"Yes, Sco was cursed just for taking this damn ring. He will die if the master doesn't come back."

The faint sound of conversation coming from downstairs made her frown.

"Do you think he was seriously injured after the battle?"

"Mond!"

A female voice scolded, and Hermione recognized the voice as Cynthia.

"The Lord spared your life, not for you to spread rumors."

The sword rang suddenly, and as the sharp blade pierced into the flesh, a man's screams were heard.

"I'll give you this hand when the master comes back."

Hermione's frown deepened.

It wasn't because of Cynthia's behavior.

But it was because she couldn't find Mo Bai.

According to these followers, he is not away now not because he has gone out, but because he has not been back for a long time.

If not here, where would he be?

Could it be in Nurmengard?

But she didn't know where Nurmengard was...

She left worried.

However, she didn't notice that as soon as she left, a figure appeared above the manor, and Mo Bai's defensive formation was like nothing to him.

"This girl really doesn't know where that boy is?!"

White rubbed his already messy hair in annoyance.

"Oh, this is so annoying..."

"Forget it, let's go back and have some sleep..."

Hermione returned to her office at Hogwarts and opened the door to find Scrimgeour sitting in the room.

"what happened?"

She knew that Scrimgeour must have come in person for something important, as ordinary official matters would usually be delivered by an Auror.

"The various Ministries have replied."

Because of the appearance of Mo Bai, the successor of Grindelwald, they immediately notified other ministries of magic.

After all, he is not as good as Voldemort, who is a world-class boss.

To put it bluntly, even if Voldemort really destroyed the British Ministry of Magic, there is still the Parliament and the International Magical Confederation above the British Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort can't cause much trouble.

But Grindelwald is different.

This person is truly a ruthless person who fights against the entire magical world.

"The other Ministries have responded and said they will assist us, except..."

"The German Ministry, right?"

Hermione guessed it immediately.

Scrimgeour nodded. "The German Ministry of Magic directly stated that they agree with Mo Bai's point of view and announced that they would cut ties with the International Magic Association."

"I see."

Hermione smiled suddenly.

"Prepare me for the fireplace at the German Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour looked at her in surprise.

"You want to go in person?"

"Of course, as the Minister of Magic, I must negotiate with the other party personally."

Scrimgeour was a little worried. "Under this situation, the German Ministry of Magic should have been occupied by the Witch Party. They are all Grindelwald's former subordinates."

"Besides, they may not know Mo Bai..."

Hermione glanced at him.

"You really have a problem."

Scrimgeour coughed twice.

"Don't worry, they don't dare to touch me."

The fireplace in the German Ministry of Magic lit up, and the girl walked out with her head held high.

"I'm Hermione, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, here to visit your Minister."

All the wizards turned around and looked at her in surprise.

Then his expression became sinister and intriguing.

"I heard that the British Ministry of Magic actually appointed a little girl as the Minister. The British are really not very smart. How dare you come here by yourself?"

Seeing them gradually approaching, Hermione raised the corners of her lips.

"If I were you, I would just do as I say."

Magic power floated gently from the petite body.

They were horrified to find that they could not move.

If Mo Bai's magic is as turbulent as a tsunami, then Hermione's magic is as pervasive as a breeze.

"I said, call your minister out and take me to see Grindelwald."