Chapter 215 The Demon King and the Demon King and the Demon King
"Professor Quirrell?"
Elena curled her lips slightly in disgust, not intending to express too many opinions.
Although the final reward was given to a noseless monster, which made the girl feel a little uncomfortable, considering that this part of the reward mainly came from Dumbledore's personal savings.
So if you think about it carefully, let’s count it as the life money or burial expenses paid by Dumbledore to His Highness the Demon King Nidaime - although, if everything goes according to the original plan, the most likely possibility of this gold Galleons is to be added to Include the items dropped by the BOSS at the end of the year.
As for how much fright the fourth graders got on the back of Quirrell's head, Elena had no interest in understanding such boring details. After all, even the Weasley twins who were seeking death were using After Snowball smeared the back of Professor Quirrell's head, didn't he survive until the finale and then be liquidated?
"Let's not discuss what happened in the fourth grade. How are Hagrid and everyone doing now after accidentally eating poisonous mushrooms?"
Elena shook her head, casually took a few gold and red cushions from the bed and stuffed them behind her, hugged her two bare feet and sat cross-legged on the pillow, leaning her upper body against the crimson flannel curtain. , asked with concern on his face.
It has to be said that Elena has always felt that the soft beds in Hogwarts Castle seem to be cast with a kind of magic that makes people lazy. As long as they lie on them, people will soon be lulled into a peaceful sleep. Wrap yourself up and get lazy.
Facing Elena's white feet that were almost in front of her eyes, Hermione, who had originally planned to huddle under the quilt, raised her eyebrows. The expression on her little face wandered between anger and confusion, and finally sighed helplessly. With a breath, he also got out of the warm quilt, followed suit and crossed his legs to lean against Elena.
"What else can we do? Since then, everyone has been prohibited from approaching the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. Moreover, Mr. Hagrid's temper has become nervous and sensitive. Even though we have trained hard every day, we have never entered again. The first two rounds of dining sequence. However, after all, I can’t take everyone beyond the senior year..."
Speaking of what she had experienced these days, Hermione's eyes flashed with helplessness and she bit her lip hard.
In fact, in order to find a way to win every day, she had quarreled with almost all the little wizards, including Hannah, more than once. However, after putting in corresponding efforts and still finishing last, almost everyone would point their grievances at Hermione, who acted as a cold-faced coach, intentionally or unintentionally isolating the girl from the crowd.
Whether it's eating or training, whenever little Hermione musters up the courage to reconcile with everyone, most people will suppress their smiles and avoid her sight in twos and threes, as if they are avoiding her. Like some terrible plague.
The only reason that allowed Hermione Granger to sleep peacefully every day these days and not be defeated by this terrible isolation was that Elena, who only existed in the professors' answers, would soon recover and return to school.
"This is normal. After all, everyone's physical fitness is indeed not as good as that of the senior students. Even I..."
Because the lights in the dormitory were already turned off, Elena didn't notice the little emotion on Hermione's face. She shrugged and patted the little beaver who sounded a little depressed. She was about to enlighten the girl with a few words when she suddenly felt He felt a soft body bump into his arms from the side.
"Elena, why did you come back? I... miss you so much..."
Hermione buried her head in the silver hair on Elena's shoulder, sobbing softly, wrapping her hands tightly around the white-haired ball in front of her, and couldn't help but pour out all the grievances she had felt over the past week.
"Uh, Gu...cold, calm down. Relax, relax a little."
Elena's eyes bulged when she was suddenly attacked. She patted the little beaver lying on her body with some difficulty and locked her neck with her hands. For the first time, she realized that Hermione seemed to be stronger than Hannah. Some - actually this is not surprising, after all, Hermione, who was born in September 1979, is almost a full year older than Elena.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Following Elena's voice, Hermione subconsciously hugged her a little tighter, as if Elena would slip away from her if she wasn't careful.
"Let go... I can't breathe anymore..."
Elena originally thought that after she saw Hermione again, the two of them would have endless things to talk about.
It's a pity that she only guessed the beginning of the story, not the end. Elena, who had mastered the magic text of ancient bull power, never thought that she would almost miss her on the first night after returning to Hogwarts. Being carried to death by a little beaver.
After crying hard, Hermione, who had successfully vented her anger, relaxed all over. She was like an octopus, dazedly hanging on Elena's body, her head buried in the girl's silver-white body. In his hair, he would rub it from time to time, murmuring like a dreamer.
Elena, who finally broke free, felt a strong sense of exhaustion all over her body. She lowered her head and looked at little Hermione, whose face was red. She didn't know whether she was pretending to sleep or really sleeping. She couldn't help but yawned a few times. .
"Forget it, then...just go to sleep..."
Speaking of which, she did sometimes overlook that compared to her, who had been beaten several times by society, these little wizards in Hogwarts Castle were just a group of little ones who were more sensitive than everyone in the orphanage. Just children.
Elena gently hugged Hermione, who was tired of crying, and pulled up the quilt. The two of them cuddled tightly together like two little beasts and fell into a deep sleep.
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And the other side.
In the small bedroom on the second floor of the principal's office.
"Albus, are you kidding me? Is this what you call, a little trouble?!"
Gellert Grindelwald stared at the old wizard in front of him in disbelief, took a deep breath, and tried to resist the urge to smash the pillow in his hand into the old man's face.
"Is there anything crazier than hiring a wizard who is very likely to be controlled by Voldemort using the Imperius Curse or directly possessed as a professor? I am here to recuperate and be a teacher, not to be your thug and The jailer’s!”
Just now, after signing a one-year short-term employment contract, Dumbledore, with a relaxed tone as if Christmas had come early, told Grindelwald some work considerations that he might encounter in the next year. matter.
Of course, this naturally includes the hope that Grindelwald will not expose the weirdness of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor named Quirinus Quirrell for the time being, and if possible, try to protect the students from He was harmed by the wizard's magic - although according to Dumbledore, he had already taken some protective and countermeasures.
"Relax, Gellert. The hearing from the portrait door downstairs is sometimes quite good."
Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his wand gently, releasing a magic barrier to cover the two of them. He said somewhat helplessly, "According to my observation, Voldemort should have lost most of his magic power at present. He just has a very strange... The form exists in Quirrell. Different from ghosts and normal human souls, he seems to have gone further than all of us in terms of immortality."
"So what you mean is that you want to capture him and study the mysteries carefully? If you are worried about the problem of insufficient lifespan, I think both Nick Flamel and Paracelsus will be happy to help. Just a little help from you."
Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. It was obvious that he had no interest in the so-called immortality in Dumbledore's mouth. Both he and Dumbledore knew the price of forcibly extending life from the hands of the God of Death. .
"No, I just want to entrust you to take care of a small thing when necessary."
Dumbledore blinked and smiled gently, "Actually, to be precise, you only need to sit there occasionally to ensure fairness. Of course, before that, you It’s best not to appear too dominant.”
"Sit down? Fairness?" Grindelwald tilted his head for no apparent reason.
"Well, it's just a fun little level."
Dumbledore nodded seriously, "I plan to pass some small tests to verify some of my ideas. Or, if you are really bored, you can also participate together. Of course, it is best to treat Cass Miss Lanna keeps it secret, otherwise the situation will be too complicated."
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