The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Muggle studies at Hogwarts, how should I put it, it's hard to describe.

What I teach all day long is such as saying "I am a silly boy from the country" after meeting a Muggle, so that the other party will not suspect his strange clothes and abnormal behavior.

So it was the first time that Flitwick knew that Muggles were so powerful.

The pursuit of advanced knowledge is possessed by every qualified Ravenclaw, so Flitwick immediately regarded the pile of textbooks as a treasure.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Er, you are a visionary."

Flitwick boasted, and then said after thinking.

"In this case, I will try it inside Ravenclaw first. If it is true as you said, I will go to the headmaster and suggest to popularize this knowledge."

Shore felt more and more that it was a brilliant idea to fire the old bee and make Flitwick the headmaster.

"The professor is wise."

Flitwick waved.

"I will inform the students that there will be a morning meeting tomorrow. When you come to the tower, remember to prepare the elementary textbooks in advance."

When Xiao Er heard this, he took out more than 100 textbooks from the ring with a splash, which summarized the mathematics knowledge of the entire elementary school.

Seeing this, Flitwick pointed at Shaw for a long time before he couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

"You, you, well, it seems that you are really well prepared."

After a while, Xiao Er left the curse office contentedly.

Along the way, he kept thinking about the whole meeting process and past experiences.

After I suddenly gained extraordinary power, I was somewhat indifferent to the lives and feelings of others.

He also felt a little regretful about the corporal punishment of electrotherapy. He himself had been electrocuted, and he knew how uncomfortable it was.

Childhood, these nightmares really should not be left behind for people to spend the rest of their lives to heal.

But before, in order to convince Professor McGonagall, I was a little eager for success. Well, there are also reasons why the twins and those pure bloods "cooperate" too much.

Failure is not terrible, but fear of not learning the lesson.

"It seems that I should be more modest. I really convince people. Of course, I can't hesitate when I just decide what to do."

When Xiao Er was thinking about what new tricks to use to replace the "evil" punishment of electrotherapy, he was suddenly blocked by a ball of fluff.

Shaw looked down and saw Hermione standing in front of him with her head down.

"Hermione?"

Chapter 63 I want to maintain your kindness

Seeing Hermione holding a book in silence, Shaw dared not raise his head to meet his gaze.

Thinking of my previous "eagerness for success" and "ignorance", my attitude is not as bad as before, and my voice is gentle.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment before saying.

"Shor, I, I'm here to apologize to you."

Xiao Er touched his chin, feeling a little interesting.

"Oh, you didn't offend me, what apologies?"

Hermione raised her head abruptly, she looked haggard, and looked at Shaw with bloodshot eyes.

"I don't know good people, and I misunderstood your original intention."

Seeing Hermione with heavy bags under her eyes, although Shaw couldn't say he felt pity, he also began to reflect on his own way of handling the matter, but it was better to ask the other party's intentions first.

"Oh? It means you can understand my violence?"

Hermione nodded and shook her head.

"Understood, I read a lot of magic history and laws, they are all oozing with blood, your ideal is great, it requires absolute force and a ruthless heart, but, but I still can't accept it completely."

For a moment, Shaw couldn't figure out which song Hermione sang?

In the original book, Shaw remained skeptical about whether Hermione really liked Ron before marrying him.

Muggle witches are very miserable in the wizarding world. They can't find a good job after graduation, so they can only find a good man to marry. Even if they marry some pure blood, they will be humble after entering the door.

And Hermione's choice is actually quite wise. Ron is a pure-blood, although he is poor, but his identity is definitely a shot.

In addition, people are not smart, easy to control, and the Weasley family does not discriminate against Muggles.

Hermione has experienced seven years of hardships, and she is no longer stupid and sweet. She wants to realize her dream, and borrowing Ron's family power is a good choice.

Of course, this is just Shaw's personal opinion.

He felt that the current Hermione might have evolved in advance, and it seemed that there was no need to wrong him.

"so?"

Hermione took a deep breath and said firmly.

"The current wizarding society may be unfair, with outdated thinking and discrimination everywhere, but even if you have a great reason, it is for the good of Muggles and Muggle wizards like me, but it is not an excuse for you to be a tyrant."

"But I will also firmly support you, even if I am smashed to pieces, but! I will also be your bottom line of kindness!"

Shaw was stunned for a moment, and saw the [-]-level faith value credited into the system, contributed by Hermione Granger (Fever).

He couldn't help but take a good look at Hermione, a little witch, a very contradictory existence, and human nature is really complicated.

Hermione saw that Shaw just looked at herself with scrutiny, but didn't speak. She was a little flustered and hesitated.

The great courage that had just been mustered gradually collapsed, and tears slowly welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"You, don't you accept my following and allegiance? I will really be obedient."

Shaw's expression became softer, and he reached out to rub Hermione's fluffy little head.

"It's time for you to take care of your hair and appearance, my followers, be graceful."

Hermione's eyes were instantly filled with ecstasy, and she jumped up and down on the spot.

"You accepted me, you accepted me."

Xiao Er chuckled, and now he also wants to understand that a camp really can't be full of cold-blooded butchers, and it really should have its bottom line.

Just like a court, there are traitors and butchers, so naturally there should be benevolent people.

The way of balance is better.

After Shaw "cleaned up" Hermione with his wand, he took out a 10 of clubs and handed it to Hermione.

"Stop jumping, this is for you, it will be yours from now on, I hope you don't disappoint my expectations."

The book in Hermione's hand fell to the ground, and she quickly reached out to take the exquisite and gorgeous playing cards, which was a symbol of trust.

Then she remembered something, imitating Theodore's way of accepting poker before, kneeling on the ground.

"I, Hermione Granger, am very honored to be your follower. I would like to follow in your footsteps and create a beautiful world with my own hands."

Xiao Er smiled, who said that the little girl didn't get the second soul?

"Get up, go back and have a good rest, go to Alice tomorrow, she will explain something to you."

Hermione stood up, pleading.

"I, I want to go to a duel later."

Xiao Er stepped away, leaving only one sentence in place.

"This is an order!"

Hermione was startled, and after pursing her lips, she could only go back to the lounge.

Next to the Quidditch arena, a crude dueling arena was built, with no seats around it.

But at the moment it is extremely lively here, Gryffindor and Slytherin have been crazily rolling for a month, and they are waiting for today to come to a showdown!

Some people really wear their underpants and smelly socks for a month, and they can stand upright when they take them off, and the sour smell goes straight to the sky.

Just so that when the opponent washes it, it will suffer infinite biochemical attacks.

The little lions and the little snakes stand clearly, and of course there are melon-eating crowds who come to see the excitement.

Professor McGonagall also quietly paid attention in a corner.

The little snakes are headed by Alice and Montague. Draco and Theodore don't actually have much prestige yet, and they are just mixed among the snakes.

The little lions were headed by Percy and Angelina, the disciplinary committee member. Angelina was a sporty girl with tanned skin and a high ponytail that made her look very energetic.

Slytherin here.

"Hey, today I will definitely defeat those silly lions. My Disarming Curse has already touched the threshold of level four."

"That's really amazing. I'm just barely in the third level. I don't know when I can inspire a rainbow-like disarming spell like the chief. That's really cool."

"I don't know how to distinguish the levels of other spells, and the chief has also popularized them."

"Shut up, chief is so busy."

Little lion here.

"Hey, Duel didn't say you can't use big dung eggs, right? I prepared two anyway."

"Forget it, I don't want to go to the wall lamp in the middle of the night to save you."

The two suddenly heard the girl coughing in their ears, shut up quickly, stood at attention and acted like a heroic knight.

Kenneth, who was most restless before, finds the twins.

"Have you discussed with those venomous snakes? I will not allow mistakes in the plan for a while."

George and Fred still had crooked mouths and squinting eyes, and logically they would recover soon after being treated with magic.

But the two felt that this was very individual and could make the dean soft-hearted, so they kept it.

Crooked mouth George: "Don't worry, as long as our Transfiguration doesn't go wrong."

Squinting Fred: "Hey, there's nothing to worry about. We're going to challenge with dignity. If something goes wrong, we'll be beaten up at most. As long as we succeed once, the prestige of the Great Demon King will be discredited."

In the corner, Harry silently wiped his holly wand, and looked coldly at the students who were eager to try.