44. Candidate +1

In the afternoon of that day, a private jet belonging to the boss of Black Light Investment Company, His Excellency Damon, sent Jane Foster and Daisy, who was in charge of taking care of her, to London.

In the VIP room at Heathrow Airport, someone was waiting for the two ladies.

"You should be Ms. Jane Foster?"

The visitor was greeted in the VIP room by a tall and slender lady wearing black business attire and a slim trench coat, with her hair tied up, not wearing makeup but very elegant.

She is very much like those noble ladies in British stories, and her every move is full of politeness and elegance.

She held Jane's hand and introduced herself:

"My name is Hermione Jane Weasley, and I am the deputy minister of the British Ministry of Magic."

"I have been commissioned by an old friend to take you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries...don't worry, Jane, you may doubt the authenticity of magic, but trust me, you will get the best treatment there .”

"No, I don't doubt the existence of magic."

Jane has not yet recovered from the despair of being pregnant with cancer, but in the face of Hermione's kindness, she tries to be more polite.

She said to Hermione:

"Because of some special reasons, I have seen many things beyond common sense with my own eyes. It's just the first time I have come into contact with magic in a real sense. Oh, by the way, this is Daisy, she is my good friend. "

"Well, hello, Miss Daisy."

Hermione turned her eyes to stare at her curiously, just like Daisy staring at an alien. Her long-standing gaze made Daisy shiver suddenly, and reminded Daisy of her childhood homeroom teacher .

She didn't even reach out to take Hermione's offered hand, it was too rude.

Jane bumped into her good friend in a hurry, and Daisy just realized it, and hurriedly held Hermione's hand.

Hiss... so cold!

It's like holding a piece of ice.

Is this the legendary witch?

Daisy looked at Hermione curiously, trying to connect Hermione with the witch she imagined.

In her imagination, she put a black pointed wizard hat on Hermione, and her suit was replaced by a magic robe.

Well, after such a replacement, this cold Ms. Hermione really felt like a witch should be.

"Come on, I'll take you to St. Mungo's Hospital, it's a long way, so we..."

"Fly by magic?"

Daisy suddenly said something.

As a result, Hermione was stared in surprise. The Deputy Minister of Magic took out a bunch of car keys from her handbag, and she said:

"What I mean is, let's drive there... I don't mind sending you off with a teleportation spell, but in Jane's current situation, it's better not to accept too much interference from abnormal energy."

"Well, do wizards drive, too?"

Daisy pushed her and Jane's suitcases, and asked like a curious baby:

"I thought you were riding brooms or magic carpets."

"There are indeed some retro wizards who still retain the original way of commuting."

Hermione didn't seem to be averse to these questions. Under the protection of several Aurors, she took Jane and Daisy into her Mercedes-Benz, and answered Daisy's curiosity while skillfully starting the car.

She turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the street. She said:

"But a few years ago, the Ministry of Magic announced some regulations in line with the progress of the times. After that, the originally conservative wizards began to contact modern society... The Weasley family is one of the best."

"As for brooms and magic carpets, trust me, Daisy, you don't want to experience them."

Hermione smiled and said:

"The cold wind from the magic carpet can freeze you in a few minutes, and the broom is better, but... you don't feel like a broom is between the legs of an adult, it's a bit too Is it disrespectful and too stupid?"

"That's true."

Daisy, who was sitting in the back seat, nodded approvingly.

She asked a lot of weird questions, and Hermione answered them one by one. The scene where the three women met was not bad.

An hour later, Jane was admitted to the best ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, where she will receive a 3-month recuperation treatment, and Daisy will also be here with her for 3 months.

After settling down with Jane and Daisy, Hermione returned to her apartment in London with the Displacement Charm.

When she stepped out of the halo of the Displacement Curse, in her study full of books, there were already two people waiting for her there.

Merlin's astral projection was sitting on the chair that Hermione often made, holding a copy of the latest book by the famous European writer Gilderoy Lockhart in his hand.

Probably because the European magic world has also begun to integrate into the times, the new works of this trend-following artist are also somewhat ahead of their time.

The name of the book is "A Day's Talk with Ms. Omnic".

Well, it's so ahead of its time, has the writer started to move directly from fantasy to science fiction?

Icarus, the glasses girl, stood beside Merlin, looking at the street in front of the apartment from the huge French windows.

Because it is a wizard's residence, it is protected by magic, and the images of those streets look a little distorted.

"That book was actually quite interesting to read."

Hermione said something casually, then took off the windbreaker and coat, and hung them on the hangers.

She stretched her body, moved her fingers, and the coffee machine started automatically. Three cups of coffee were quickly made and placed in front of the three of them.

"I guess it must not be selling well."

Merlin closed the book in his hand, smiled and said to Hermione:

"There are too many technical words mixed in, I guess the author may not understand it himself, many of them are directly extracted from search engines...but he is also following the trend."

"yes."

Hermione opened the chair and sat in front of Merlin. She held the teacup in a very ladylike manner and said to her elder brother Merlin:

"Everyone commented that the book was terrible and completely lost the charm of Mr. Lockhart before, but my father disagreed with this. He thought this book was much better than the old fantasy stories."

"Haha, I knew it."

Merlin smiled and knocked on the table, he said:

"Mr. Arthur has always been very interested in Muggle technology. I heard that he even bought an omnic butler for his family?"

"Yes."

Hermione seemed to think of something interesting, she smiled and said:

"Molly also quarreled with him because of that, because the butler was too diligent, but he was not familiar with magic, and always made a mess of Molly's kitchen."

"I really want to go back to the Burrow to sit down and chat with old friends once in a while."

Merlin leaned back on the chair and let out a sigh of emotion. He said:

"Unfortunately, my current identity is too sensitive."

"You better leave."

Hermione glanced at Brother Merlin and said:

"A king of hell has come to London. If the news spreads, the entire European magic world will be in chaos."

"Yo..."

Merlin said solemnly:

"Little Hermione is starting to dislike me... Tsk tsk, alas, I knew that after becoming a nobleman, no matter how good a girl is, she will start to alienate her poor relatives in the countryside. Am I causing you trouble? Sir Hermione."

"You're causing me a lot of trouble!"

Hermione stood up, walked behind Merlin, just like in the past, stretched out her arms to hug Merlin, she said to Merlin:

"Ron had a fight with me before, he was drunk, and then said that I always have another person in my heart... (ps: not Merlin!)"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Icarus, who was standing by the window, suddenly turned his head and stared at Hermione and Merlin, his blue eyes almost burst into flames.

"Young man, live a good life."

Merlin was unmoved, he shrugged, patted Hermione's hand, and said:

"I already have children, why bother arguing about these meaningless things?"

"well..."

Hermione also sighed, stood up, leaned against the table, and said to Merlin:

"I wish I had been a few years older when I met you..."

The witch glanced at Icarus, and she said provocatively:

"If we were the right age, where would there be any other women?"

"alright!"

Merlin emphasized his tone, and he said:

"Little Hermione, my housework is already troublesome enough, don't add to the mess...Speaking of which, where is Crookshanks? Isn't the fat cat here?"

"It went to the Burrow with Rose."

Hermione untied her hair, shook her head, picked up her coffee cup, and said:

"Although the parents are in a cold war, I can't let my daughter stop seeing her father, right? Rose asked me a few days ago, asking why Uncle Merlin hasn't come to see her?"

"I will come here often in the future."

Merlin waved his fingers. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. He said to Hermione:

"I asked you to prepare, are you ready?"

Having said that, Hermione's expression changed a bit.

At this moment, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, who was known for his vigorous and vigorous actions, was a little nervous and even a little bit afraid at this moment.

She said to Merlin:

"Do you really want to do that? That's King Arthur..."

"As the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, it's scary enough to summon heroic spirits illegally, but now I still want to summon a heroic spirit of that level... If it is discovered..."

"If found out, kick the Ministry of Magic away!"

Merlin stood up, looked at Hermione, and said:

"You are the younger sister of Merlin, Lord of Hell. With this name, I guarantee that you will gather all the dark wizards in Europe within 48 hours...they will willingly call you Your Majesty the Queen."

"This is not the time of the Ministry of Magic, and you and Harry are wasting your life in that rotten organization."

"Snapped"

Something Merlin put in Hermione's hand.

Hermione glanced down and found that it was a badge with the three-eyed emblem engraved on it.

"my little sister..."

Merlin put a hand on Hermione's shoulder, and he whispered:

"Do you want to be the supreme mage?"

"!!!"

Even though Hermione had experienced strong winds and waves, her breathing also stopped suddenly at this moment.

She looked at Merlin with shocked eyes, and after confirming that Merlin was not joking, she said:

"It seems that the rumor is true...someone is choosing the next owner of Karma Taj in the name of the supreme mage. I thought Doom was crazy, but now it seems that you have contacted him?"

"Yes, Doom is also a candidate."

Merlin pouted:

"If you decide to participate, Hermione, if you want to deal with Doom, relying on your spellcasting level is far from enough. You need a hole card. And I brought you a hole card!"

"bass"

Accompanied by a sword cry, Icarus handed the mechanical black long sword to Hermione's eyes.

The glasses girl looked at Hermione with a slight hostility, and she said:

"I lent you this item temporarily, but I will take it back after the matter is over... This is my sword."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised her finger and touched the blade, feeling the sharp breath from the blade, she said:

"The sword of the oath of victory... Legend has it that the great wizard Merlin forged the king's blade for King Arthur, but who would have thought that it is actually made of machinery and has nothing to do with magic."

"If you make up your mind..."

Merlin says:

"Let's start summoning. King Arthur Artoria is just the beginning. If you want to participate in the battle for the supreme mage, you need not only a heroic spirit, but an army of heroic spirits!"

"etc!"

Before Hermione took the sword, she suddenly turned to look at Merlin, and she said:

"Did you choose me because of our relationship? Or..."

"What are you thinking!"

Merlin curled up his fingers, tapped Hermione's smooth forehead, and said:

"Dum is the representative of the mystic mage, my other disciple Billy Batson is the representative of the Rock of Eternity, and the Scarlet Witch Wanda manipulates chaos magic, which is barely a representative of the dark wizard."

"And you, you are the representative of the orthodox wizards, and Karma Taj naturally has their representatives."

"I still lack a representative of a wild mage like me."

"This is not selfishness. You have to understand that the Supreme Mage orders all spellcasters, so I must give all factions a chance so that everyone can be convinced."

Merlin says:

"Originally, I thought Harry was more suitable, but I went to see him before, and that kid has degenerated into a real good family man, and he revolves around his children all day long..."

"I really can't bear to drag him into this dispute again, his life is already heavy enough."

"You mean, I'm not a qualified wife and mother?"

Hermione's expression was a little angry, and she asked:

"Merlin, be clear! What do you mean?"

"Do I still need to say it? Miss Know-it-all."

Merlin said Hermione's school nickname, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He said:

"Who else can understand your ambition better than me? Sister..."

"Be the first in everything, and make poor Ron feel no sense of existence in family life. As the Deputy Minister of Magic, you have single-handedly built the British Ministry of Magic into your own words..."

"Hermione, you only live once, no one can do it again..."

Merlin walked towards the basement, he said without looking back:

"Chasing what you want to pursue, fulfilling the ambition you want to pursue, and protecting your family and friends, this is the way life should be spent. In my life, the first person to save is you ..."

"So if you long for a bigger stage, I'll give you a bigger stage! Go ahead and fight. Is there any spellcaster who doesn't want the position of supremacy?"

"If you're ready, come here."

"Your Majesty King Arthur, she has been asleep for too long... time to wake her up!"