Chapter 509 What Kind of Magic Is This? Sensitive Girl Hermione

"Dad."

Seeing Peter coming in, Mark stood up immediately and looked at him anxiously and expectantly.

Hermione was originally observing the portrait hanging on the wall of the headmaster's office. When she heard Peter's voice, she immediately turned her eyes away from the portrait.

She didn't expect Peter to come.

Well, this is the advantage of day school. It would be great if her parents were wizards and could come at any time after she got into trouble.

She couldn't help but think wildly.

In addition to Dumbledore and Mark's four-member team, Professor Rohart and the administrator Argus Filch, Snape, and Professor McGonagall were also present in the office.

"Mr. Padraic."

Dumbledore stood up immediately after seeing Peter appear.

Argus Filch was still a little angry, and his expression didn't change after seeing Peter appear.

Peter glanced at the office, then came over and touched Mark and Harry's heads first.

Hermione took a step forward in anticipation, wanting Peter to touch her hair.

Unexpectedly, Peter just touched Harry and Mark's heads and turned around.

Hermione felt a little frustrated.

Because of the last time in Gringotts, she thought Peter would be the first to come forward and say "Good evening, Miss Granger", but she didn't expect Peter to ignore her.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Lockhart, although it should be early in the morning now."

Peter glanced at the watch on his wrist and said to everyone.

"I didn't expect such a thing to alarm you, Mr. Padraic."

Dumbledore came out and shook hands with Peter.

"After all, this is related to Mark."

Peter glanced at Filch, and then at the cat on the desk.

"I heard Raven tell me what happened."

Peter said to Dumbledore: "As for the murderer, I think it must have nothing to do with Harry and Mark. After all, they can't master this high-level spell."

He said that the spell that killed Mrs. Norris was not an ordinary spell.

"I agree. It must be a spell that killed her. It might be black magic torture."

Lockhart showed off his knowledge. "I have seen such scenes many times. It's a pity that I was not here. Otherwise, I could use a spell to save her."

"Ahem, Mr. Padrick, I have heard of you for a long time. I am glad to see you tonight."

Lockhart coughed and took the initiative to approach Peter to talk.

Although he didn't know Peter's background, he knew that he had a close relationship with Dumbledore.

To make Dumbledore make an exception and be invited to the opening dinner, such a person must be a big shot.

Even if he is not a big shot in the wizarding world, he has four outstanding children. Such an unusual person is worth making friends with.

Looking at this liar who only knows the forgetfulness spell greeting him, Peter did not show any abnormality.

He shook hands with the other party. "I have heard of your name, Professor Lockhart. You are very famous in the British wizarding world."

"Haha, that's just that everyone likes my adventures and often spreads my name, so I have become somewhat famous."

Professor Lockhart said without any modesty.

"The murderer is him!"

Filch suddenly burst into emotion and pointed at Harry and said, "It was him who did it. It was Harry Potter who killed Norris."

Filch, who was very dissatisfied with Harry, directly put the murderer's hat on Harry.

"You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found out in my office that he knew I was a... was a."

Filch's face changed expression.

"He knows I'm a Squib!"

Filch said with gritted teeth.

"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry retorted loudly.

He felt very uncomfortable because he realized that everyone was looking at him.

"And I don't know what a Squib is."

(Squib: describes a person who is born in a magical family but has no magical talent, and the word itself has a bit of a nickname attribute, similar to Mudblood)

"Nonsense!" Filch roared. "He has read my letter."

"Please allow me to say a few words."

Snape, who had been standing in the shadows and remained silent, stopped Filch from speaking.

Seeing Snape speak, Harry had a bad feeling in his heart, he didn't think that the other party would speak well for him.

"Harry and the others were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

There was a hint of contempt in Snape's tone.

"But there are indeed some things that we are suspicious of, such as - why were they in the corridor upstairs at that time? Why were they not at the Halloween party?"

Mark began to explain the death anniversary party, "There are hundreds of ghosts there, they can tell you where we are."

"But why didn't you join the party later?"

Snape asked, his feminine expression gleaming in the candlelight, "Why did you go to the corridor?"

"Because."

Harry was speechless.

His heart was beating fast.

He knew that if he said that he was led there by an invisible but audible voice, they would not believe it.

"Because... because we are all tired and want to go back to bed."

"Don't you want to have dinner?"

Snape continued to ask, a smile of victory appeared on his thin face, "Besides, I don't think ghosts will provide delicious food to humans at banquets."

"We're not hungry."

Ron said loudly.

But soon there was a loud "gurgling" sound in his stomach.

Snape's smile widened.

"Headmaster, I don't think Potter has been completely honest."

With a look of triumph on his face, he said to Dumbledore: "Maybe it would be a good idea to take away some of his privileges until he tells us the truth about the whole thing."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Professor Snape."

Just when Harry fell into despair, Peter's voice suddenly sounded.

Harry immediately raised his head gratefully and looked at Peter.

"You have no proof that they did it."

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Peter slowly walked up to Mrs. Norris, "And, Mrs. Norris is not dead."

Hearing Peter's words, Mark and others were stunned.

"She was just under some kind of spell, some evil petrification witchcraft."

Under the gaze of everyone, Peter stretched out his hand to construct a rune.

In the eyes of everyone, the magical text symbols flashed past, the healing runes flashed with a bright silver light, and the petrified cat's body immediately softened.

"This kind of advanced spell, Harry and his friends are in the second year, and Mark is in the first year. I don't think they have this ability, are you right? Professor Snape."

Snape didn't answer. He looked at the magic released by Peter in shock.

It was a mysterious and powerful magic that he had never felt before.

He looked at Peter in shock, "You have lifted the spell cast by Mrs. Norris?"

"Yes, but Mrs. Norris was not only petrified, she also suffered other injuries. Professor Snape, you are the master of potion. I must have no problem leaving the rest to you, right?"

Filch saw his cat come back to life and looked at Peter blankly, wondering how he did it.

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips, but he quickly covered it up.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Peter saving Mrs. Norris.

While being grateful to Peter, a lot of questions popped up in Harry's mind.

What kind of magic does Mr. Padrick use?

Why was he able to unleash such miraculous magic without using a wand? !

Sure enough, Mr. Padric, who can give birth to powerful wizards like Tom and Raven, is not an ordinary person.

Hermione was stunned to see Peter healing Mrs. Norris. She was shocked and cast an adoring look at Peter.

Lockhart, who was standing aside, felt a little unhappy when he saw Hermione's admiring gaze.

This girl's gaze was cast on me before.

"Ahem, I have already seen Mrs. Norris's petrification. I was just about to cast a spell to restore her."

Lockhart defended himself.

Harry: "."

Why didn't he realize that the other party was so shameless before?

After Mrs. Norris's matter was resolved, Hermione separated from Harry and Ron and prepared to return to the dormitory.

Peter took Mark back to the farm.

Just as she left the corridor of the principal's office, Hermione suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Miss Granger."

Hermione turned around when she heard a familiar voice.

What caught her eyes was Peter standing in the dark corridor exuding a mysterious aura.

"Mr. Papadrick?!"

She didn't expect Peter to stop her.

"Can we talk? Miss Granger, although it's a bit late now, I hope it doesn't affect your bedtime."

Peter came up and said to her with a smile.

"Uh sure."

Hermione said excitedly.

She had thought just now that Peter had forgotten her by touching Harry's head and not talking to her.

It turns out that Mr. Padrick has not forgotten himself.

This little girl who always holds her chin high, always maintains pride, and always has a hint of disdain and disgust in her heart, is actually extremely fragile and sensitive inside.

She doesn't have parents to be proud of like Harry, nor does she have Ron's warm and happy magical home.

She was born into an ordinary family, but she has wizard blood.

It's like a commoner girl accidentally entered an aristocratic school with entrance requirements. All she could do was disguise herself and hide her poverty.

And what she had to do was to eliminate the mudblood's identity.

But it's not easy.

The first time her identity as a Mudblood was revealed to the public was when Malfoy spoke of her in a bitter tone.

She frowned hard and her eyes were red.

The second time was in front of Hagrid, Harry asked.

"What is a mudblood?"

Hermione's narration was filled with resentment and grievances, and she almost had an emotional breakdown.

This innate and unchangeable identity makes her extremely sensitive.