HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 24

According to the things listed on the item list, Hermione and Tom walked along the crooked streets and bought several sets of wizard robes, cauldrons, telescopes, copper scales and intermediate cat food.Hermione insisted not to buy second-hand books. After a small dispute, she pulled Tom into the Lihen Bookstore forcefully.

"That's enough for today," Tom insisted.

"Are you underestimating my ability to make money? Although you have read these basic textbooks, they are very important. They are the foundation of learning magic. The notes and opinions in second-hand textbooks will interfere with your understanding and application of these foundations. It affects your independent thinking, you can't take it lightly." Hermione said as she pulled out the textbooks on the shelf, and her disheveled hair brushed against the edge of the bookshelf excitedly.

"Miss, can you get me a copy of "Magic Maps and Magic Potions"?" A voice with a standard London accent asked.

Hermione looked down for the source of the voice, and a little wizard in a black robe was looking up at herself. He had pale blond hair that was almost white, a pointed chin, gray eyes, and a familiar face that almost made Hermione think he was Met Draco Malfoy.But the hair color of the little wizard in front of him is lighter, the silky texture is like the moonlight in the dark night, with a faint luster, the gray pupils are clear to the bottom, without a trace of mist, the sunlight penetrates the window lattice, reflecting the shallow lines of the iris .Everything about him is superficial, not at all the carefree and dazzling publicity of Draco Malfoy.However, Hermione thought that he probably had something to do with the Malfoys, after all, the pretended arrogance was surprisingly consistent.

Taking down the textbook and handing it to the person in front of her, Hermione planned to leave.

"May I ask if you can get that "A Thousand Magical Plants and Fungi" for me? It's also high up on the bookshelf."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, she could only stop, and raised her hand to hand down another book.

"Thank you." The silver-haired little wizard nodded politely, "Then please help me get "Where Are the Fantastic Beasts?" and "Level One Standard Spells". They are near the book just now."

The silver-haired little wizard had an innocent expression.

Hermione could only follow her advice and took down the book.

"By the way, there is also "One Hundred Ways of Magic Hair Care". Although this is not a textbook, I think I need this book very much."

Hermione agreed inwardly, it was a pity that such shiny hair was not taken care of.She searched carefully along the bookshelf, and finally found this book in the corner of the bookshelf.

"Thank you." The silver-haired little wizard took the book, handed it to the house elf who was following him, and turned to leave.

Even the bossy demeanor is exactly the same!Hermione scoffed to herself.

Tom, who was looking for books in the distance, came over and greeted Hermione: "I'm done picking, let's pay."

Hermione nodded and made her way to the cash register.

"These books?" Hermione looked at several advanced books on potion research, a little surprised.

"I think you will need it." Tom stated, "Although I believe that your ability is competent for this job, it is always safe to read more."

"You're so thoughtful." Hermione shrugged, stuffed the book into a beaded pouch, and walked out of the shop.

"You still need an owl." Staring at the birdcages in the hands of the little wizards passing by, Hermione said to Tom affirmatively.Tom said nothing, and they walked in the direction of the Yila Owl shop.

"I think Sillett is enough." Tom still disapproved.

"I think not only you need, but I also need an owl to help me deliver the letter. This owl should be kept in the owl shed."

A pure white owl attracted Hermione's attention. It looked very much like Hedwig, with piercing yellow eyes, and a sharp beak lowered from time to time to comb its white feathers.Hermione bought it without hesitation and named it Hedwig in memory of Harry's brave friend.

"A very beautiful owl." The little silver-haired wizard appeared again, and he chose a pure black owl, "So you are not a bookstore clerk, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, thank you for your compliments on Hedwig. But, what about your parents?" Hermione was a little strange when it was rare to see little wizards without their parents.

"They are very busy and can't come today. Oh, I should go back now, thank you just now, it seems that you don't know who I am, although I am a VIP at Lihen Bookstore. You are not impatient when I ask you to pick up the book It’s rare to be friendly to me not because of who I am.” The silver-haired little wizard looked Hermione up and down as if appreciating, as if he was rating a product, he smiled with satisfaction, and greeted the house-elf, Turn around and leave.

Hermione almost rolled her eyes. This arrogant tone definitely came from the Malfoy family, maybe he was Malfoy's grandfather.

"Do you know him?" asked Tom at last.

"How do I know? Didn't he say it? I don't know his identity."

"But I saw the family crest on his robe, which is somewhat similar to your tattoo."

"What?" The Malfoy crest?Hermione saw it twice, but never felt that it had anything to do with the tattoo on her body. Could it be that the Seslak family is still related to the Malfoy family?This is impossible.Hermione shook her head indifferently, "Many family crests have similarities, especially those ancient pure-blood families. It's not surprising, and you may not be wrong."

Tom stopped talking, he stared at the direction the silver-haired boy left, wondering what he was thinking.

The first day of school has finally arrived, and King's Cross is full of people coming and going.Hermione was worried about Tom, so she sent Tom to the station. She desperately blocked Virgil's wish to see him off. After all, their sudden disappearance would frighten the poor young man.

"Okay, let's go." Hermione stood by the pillar entering Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and waved: "I'll go through the Portkey, maybe I'll be able to see you at the Sorting Ceremony."

Tom nodded: "Goodbye, Hermione." After speaking, he disappeared into the pillar.

Watching Tom leave, Hermione took out the Portkey from her pocket, stroked it back and forth three times, and after a while, Hermione disappeared in the same place.

When the scene before her eyes became clear again, Hermione found herself standing in front of a shabby tavern.

"Welcome to Hogsmeade!" Dumbledore stood at the door of the tavern and nodded to Hermione.

"Professor, here?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Don't be surprised, this is a small gathering before the start of the new semester, don't worry, the students will arrive at night." Dumbledore blinked, "Come in, everyone is here."

Hermione followed Dumbledore into the tavern. A group of wizards surrounded the long tables in the slightly crowded hall. One of the wizards with a slightly belly stood up and nodded to Hermione: "Oh, is that Miss Granger?" It turned out to be such a young and beautiful girl, I hope we can cooperate happily." He stretched out his hand.

Seeing that Hermione was a little confused, he smiled slightly: "It was my negligence, I forgot to introduce, I am Horace Slughorn, head of Slytherin, professor of Potions, just call me Horace .”

Hermione didn't associate the handsome-looking person in front of her with the image of the bald and bearded man in the future.

"Hi, Professor Slughorn." Hermione held out her hand.

"Call me Horace. Can I call you Hermione? Hermione, thank you very much for coming. I asked for a Potions assistant. Now I am in charge of basic Potions and Advanced Potions. There are too many lessons and potion materials to prepare, and it is impossible to get a beauty sleep, which is fatal to the skin. You see, I don’t look so handsome recently. Now that you are here, it really helps It’s been a big favor for me, and maybe I can find some time to catch some sun on Storr Beach."

"But how do you know me..."

"Miss Granger, please sit down." Dumbledore interrupted their conversation.

The professors present did not notice this scene at all. They held up glasses and chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.Hermione was sitting primly next to the only witch on the scene. She was wearing an exquisite robe, her honey-colored hair was coiled into a beautiful bow, and her slender hands were covered with a pair of clean white gloves.

Eating with gloves on?Hermione felt a little strange in her heart. She secretly glanced at the witch sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye, and found that her dining posture was like a dance, and the silver knife was flying up and down in the air, drawing a cold light.Dwarfed by the comparison, Hermione slowed down her movements and carefully cut the roast meat on the plate.

"Your cuff stitches are crooked."

"What?" Hermione turned her head, noticing that the voice was coming from the well-dressed witch sitting next to her.

"The way you hold your knife and fork is indecent, in fact, and your hair, which looks like it's been through a storm of goblins, hasn't been combed at all."

"My hair is natural." Hermione tried to argue, but she looked at the cuffs of her robes and thought there was nothing wrong with them.

"Hello, I'm Catherine Duke, a professor of home economics, you can ask me if you have any questions about clothing and manners." Catherine frowned and looked Hermione up and down, "I think I can give you guidance in many aspects. "

"Thank you." As expected, Hogwarts had a home economics class. Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust, thanking herself secretly that she didn't need to study this class in her day.

After the meal was over, everyone stood up, and under the guidance of Dumbledore, they moved to the iron gate of Hogwarts.Looking at the familiar scenery in front of her eyes, Hermione could hardly hold back her excitement.

"Follow me, please." Horace led Hermione across the lawn and greenhouse and into the dark dungeon.He opened a small room near the dungeon and introduced to Hermione, "This is your residence, how about it?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor S...Horace."

"I'm glad you like it. As my potion class assistant, you need to prepare the potion materials needed for the class, correct students' homework, and prepare teaching demonstration potions on time. When I don't have time and need to deal with some personal questions, You are going to help me temporarily substitute and teach students according to my progress, do you understand?"

"I see." Hermione nodded, "Can I go out when I have nothing to do? For example, to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade?"

"Of course, I understand. Young people just want to enjoy life more." Horace showed a meaningful smile.

Hermione didn't explain anything, said goodbye to Professor Horace, and simply tidied up the room, and soon it was time for the dinner.

There are bright stars on the ceiling of Hogwarts, countless candles floating in the air, shining orange light, Gothic sculptures and oil paintings are hung all over the walls, and the long tables are full of students. They were having a lively conversation when a group of young wizards in school robes walked into the hall. Principal Dippet tapped the goblet in front of him with a silver spoon: "Quiet."

The discussion in the hall gradually died down.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Today, we welcome an Assistant Potions Professor—Miss Hermione Granger!"

Hermione stood up helplessly, and there was polite applause in the hall.

"Next, it's time for us to welcome the new freshmen again. As you can see, standing in the hall now are our new friends—the freshmen! Welcome! The sorting ceremony begins now, please The wizard who heard his name stepped forward and sorted."