Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 220 Come on Nico
The next day, the sky was bright and clear, and the green mountain scenery kept receding on the windows of the Hogwart Express, and countless similar but different summer scenery flashed past.

Because Draco didn't come back for the exam, Cedric was with Bree this time, but Bree didn't need to be accompanied, because he was holding his notebook and kept writing.

"What are you writing, Bree?"

The door of the train carriage was opened in a daze, and Cedric, who was staring at the flickering scenery beside Bree's side face, turned his head in a daze, and saw Hermione with a complicated face.

Holding a daily newspaper in Hermione's hand, and behind Hermione, Neville Longbottom followed.

Neville secretly looked at Bree, who had no reaction to Tom's arrival, and whispered: "Hello, Oded, and Mr. Diggory, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Cedric smiled gently and continued to look out the window.

And Hermione was already sitting comfortably next to Bree.

Bree didn't cover up, but continued to meditate, as if he thought of some knowledge point, and wrote the content in his notes.

""Fundamentals of Natural Magic?"" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Are you writing a book?"

"Hermione... I think we'd better not disturb Oded..." Neville, who was sitting on the other side, said with a red face. He thought Hermione's current behavior was a bit inappropriate.

"Sorry, you all know that I always want to find out if something happens."

Hermione looked bitter. She had told Professor McGonagall about the Time Turner last night, and Professor McGonagall severely criticized her. As she expected, the Time Turner would no longer be open to her next semester. She could only follow the course step by step, and like everyone else, she studied courses that were within her ability and that did not conflict with her time.

"Maybe without our intrusion, Mr. Black and Professor Lupin could have escaped." As she said that, Hermione looked at Bree, who also closed the note at this time.

"Time is a mystery. I have seen such a description in an ancient book - time is a straight line, you don't expect to be able to reverse it, because even if it is tied with a bow, there will be no bifurcation, because Beyond this period of time, it is still a straight line, leading to the inevitable future.”

As he said that, Bree's eyes were full of strangeness.

"Oh, what kind of book is this? I really want to read it, but are things really unchangeable and can't be reversed through time?" Hermione scratched her messy hair, feeling a little distressed because she couldn't verify this.

"Not sure." Bree rubbed her fingers and spat out her slow voice lazily as the Hogwarts train moved along.

"Perhaps as long as the force is enough, it can tear this straight line. Or maybe, it has a high tolerance and a far-reaching goal. As long as it can complete the goal, it will not care about those small changes."

"It's like you tie a bow on a straight line, but from a distance, except for the loops on the bow being trapped, it's still a straight line extending infinitely."

Hermione understood what Bree meant, but no one knew how much force it would take to tear a straight line, how much tolerance the straight line would have, how long the loop on the bow would be trapped, and what kind of disaster would happen to the people on the loop.

The four people in the carriage fell into silence. Cedric and Neville had doubts in their eyes. They had no contact with the time turner and they couldn't understand what Bree and Hermione meant.

But Bree's next words cleared up the confusion and made Neville turn pale with fear.

"Why don't you use a time-turner to find the murderer, or save Buckbeak?"

The words were addressed to Hermione, but Neville's reaction was bigger than Hermione's.

"Time Changer!"

Neville heard from his grandmother that this magic item could allow wizards to go back three hours.

"Neville?" Hermione was startled by Neville's sudden voice. She hurriedly said: "Don't tell it. Professor McGonagall asked me to keep this matter secret, even if the time turner is taken back. No, this matter cannot be spread outside."

Soon, Hermione looked at Neville with a strange expression, as if she was exploring something.

Neville suddenly understood that Hermione did not use the time turner to do such a thing. He was afraid and tried to calm down his mood, and said nervously: "I, I heard my grandma talk about this magic item. I asked my grandma if I could use it. It went back to the past and saved Mom and Dad."

Neville's mood was a little low, and he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Hermione looked apologetic and comforted Neville: "Sorry Neville, I didn't mean to do it...but the time turner can only go back three hours."

"No, actually it can..." Neville muttered, quickly covering his mouth.

"What can I do?" The carriage door was suddenly pushed open, and Harry stared at Neville excitedly.

Neville was taken aback by Harry, he trembled and said: "It can go back further, I mean its predecessor, but now it can't make a time gate, its core has disappeared for thousands of years, now the time switch The utensils are all made from leftover materials, and three hours is already the limit.”

"Ah...that's it." Harry looked disappointed, just like the two of them felt when Neville learned the answer from his grandma.

"What's the matter, Potter?" Bree asked, and Harry blushed immediately and apologized, "I didn't mean to."

Harry carefully closed the door, leaving only one sentence.

"See you at the Fantasy Game World Cup, Ode."

Fantasy Game World Cup…

"Harry actually wanted to save his parents." Hermione looked at Harry and at the same time she glanced at Neville nonchalantly.

She picked up the Daily Prophet in her hand and slowly unfolded it.

"Stop talking about this, I came to you to talk about this."

"Congratulations, Bree." Hermione pointed to the second page of the newspaper, and the front page was about yesterday's Hogwarts werewolf attack. Except for the Fantasy Game World Cup, all the sections are related to the werewolf attack at Hogwarts.

"Thank you. This is just the first step in the fantasy game. Besides, this is also Tom's credit. I am now a student at Hogwarts and I am not managing the Ode family's business."

Hermione nodded understandingly and looked at the large number of Ministry of Magic boasts and praise for Oude in the newspaper...

"Why not report on the dead Aurors?"

Hermione clenched her fists, dropped the newspaper in her hand on the cushioned train chair, and sighed feebly.

"Even restoring Black's innocence is a small section."

Hermione was very disappointed. She suddenly felt that the Ministry of Magic was not an absolutely fair place, and wizards might not get the help they wanted by relying on the Ministry of Magic.

"It's almost time to stop, Bree. Neville and I are leaving first." Hermione stood up, and Neville also stood up.

"Thank you, Oded." Neville blushed and looked at Bree with sincere gratitude in his eyes, and then he walked out of the carriage.

Hermione looked at Neville who left first, as if she had confirmed the answer.

"Maybe that's Buckbeak's due fate. This is my answer."

"Or maybe, as a human wizard, I also think that Buckbeak's death is the relatively right thing to do..."

Hermione's eyes were clear, but she didn't dare to look at Bree, and she couldn't wear the joy of answering the answer on her face, so she could only walk out of Bree's car with her mouth pursed.

Cedric sat next to Bree, picked up the Daily Prophet, looked at it slowly, and said: "The Time Turner, this is a prop that outstanding students can apply for to assist learning, but there are strict approvals, I think McGonagall The professor thinks she is a girl who is persistent and understands the importance."

Under the sun, the speed of the train began to slow down.

Brie looked towards Cedric and accidentally saw Azar's photo in the newspaper.

Azar and Mrs. Azar escaped in the night. Logically speaking, they should have returned to Hogwarts after failing to capture the Hippogriff, but it seemed that they did not.

Bree reached out and Cedric placed the newspaper in Bree's hand.

"Mrs. Azar and her son who was studying at Hogwarts were unfortunately killed. They disappeared during the werewolf attack. No trace has been found so far. The Ministry of Magic speculates that they may have been killed?"

……

In the forbidden forest, the werewolf covered in blood staggered around, looking for something among the giant trees. It was obvious that he had just experienced a battle, and half of the twitching nose tip was gone. It was not known whether he could still smell what he wanted to find. people.

"Damn woman."

"Are you sure you can bear it!"

Bernard, whose mouth was filled with the smell of blood, finally lost the guidance of Mrs. Azar's scent and randomly found a direction in the Forbidden Forest. He then continued searching cautiously.

"Whoosh!" An arrow feather struck.

"Horsemen!"

Bernard ignored his injuries and fled from here quickly.

Thousands of meters away from here, Mrs. Azar was lying among the dead branches and leaves with blood on her neck, and beside her was Azar, who was shedding tears and sobbing constantly.

"Mom, Mom, let's go back to Hogwarts. Professor Snape will definitely be able to save you. I heard that he is researching Wolfsbane potion. He..."

"No, ahem, Azar, mom is fine, she just turned into a werewolf. Mom needs to find a hippogriff for you first and cure your disease." Mrs. Azar knew that she was about to transform into a werewolf. Naturally, the current situation will not be made worse. The wizard will not accept a werewolf, even if she was a member of the wizard before.

"Azar, go away..."

……

"grown ups!"

As soon as Brie got off the train with her shrunken suitcase, she heard a green, soft voice. When Brie looked over, she saw a tight little face, pretending to be serious and calm, but with eyes Full of excitement... villain?
"Nico?"

Nico is now as tall as an adult's arms, and is wearing a miniature version of a capable wizard's robe. He looks like he is seven or eight years old, but...

"What's wrong with your face?" Why are you so tense?

"Pfft..." Vern, who was lying on Tom's shoulder, spat out a mouthful of sparks and laughed.

Tom silently patted his shoulder, pushed Val away, and then walked to Brie's side and said: "Nico thinks he is a big kid, so he can't stick to you like before. This year, the flowers managed by Nico The elves helped us a lot..."

As he spoke, Tom motioned for Bree to look at Nico, and following Bree's gaze, Nico puffed up his chest proudly.

It's strange why Brie feels like Nico has been deceived.

Bree looked at Tom suspiciously, and Tom shrugged, saying that he was doing things according to the plan arranged by Bree, and Nico had this idea on his own.

"Lord Oude."

Enid got off the train and walked quickly not far from Bree. When she saw Tom, the group and Nico, her eyes lit up.

"I hope to visit Oude's house later."

Enid bowed and left here.

"Lord Oude?"

Cedric, who came out from behind Bree, looked at Enid walking away in surprise. He joked to Bree in a gentle tone: "Then Lord Oude, Cedric will leave first."

"My dad is waiting for me over there."

Bree nodded.

"See you later, Cedric."

Tom raised his eyes and said calmly: "Enid has made it clear that she will become a subordinate of the Oude family, and the reward will be flower elf magic."

"During the Christmas vacation, she had already come to the manor to help Nico cultivate the flower elves. There was nothing abnormal. You can trust her ability appropriately."

Bree nodded, but this is not the place to talk about this. There are many people around.

"Click!" The sound of taking pictures.

"Oh, it's Oude, hurry up, uh!"

A group of reporters were holding cameras and quills and were about to approach Bree when they saw Tom raising his wand and a barrier stopped them.

"Wait for one more person, and then we'll leave." Brie picked up Ver, who was tugging at his trousers, and put him on his shoulders.

"Brie!"

It was Yana's voice.

"I saw you talking about things just now, so I didn't make a sound."

Yana lowered her head, covering her reddish eyes that had turned from dull to indifferent with her broken hair, and said hoarsely to Bree: "Thank you, Bree."

"Let's go." Bree's voice was a little more friendly. Yana still had a lot of feelings for her father, but it was a pity that this girl didn't have much talent in expressing her emotions.

Bree decided to take in the homeless Yana for a while, but she couldn't let her stay in the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.

As he walked to a safe place, Bree opened the note, and a magic circle appeared.

This is the coordinate anchor point prepared by Tom, and it is also the old Oude house they installed in Cedric Valley.

Stepping through the magic circle, a refreshing wind blew by.

This is one of the hills in Godric's Valley, surrounded by dense forests. The Oude family is a traditional European manor, with gardens on the periphery, the main body of the house in the center, and the most important elf workshop in the Oude family industry behind it.

The flower elves manage everything here.

"Lord Bree!"

"Oh, it's Lord Bree!"

"Ah, sir, I am the flower elf in charge of the garden. I take good care of every flower!"

"I am the flower elf of the workshop, the foreman!"

"I'm the flower wizard in the kitchen, and I'm the best at green apple pie!"

When Brie arrived, all the flower elves who were working there flapped their wings and flew over, looking at Brie with respect in their eyes.

"Just do your own thing and don't disturb your lord." Seeing so many 'show off' flower elves, Ni Ke immediately drove them away in a cold voice.

As the flower elf king of this area, Nico's words are naturally useful, but now the flower elves are looking at Brie, waiting for Brie's order.

"Let's all do our own thing." Compared to these flower elves, Brie would naturally be biased towards Nico, so looking at Nico's hairy look, he said: "From now on, it's up to Nico to deal with the flower elves." That’s good.”

Nico raised his head proudly and looked at the other flower elves flying away with high spirits.

Nico thought to himself: What Tom said is indeed true. As long as he shows his maturity, adults will think that he is useful and a good boy... But he pretends to be so uncomfortable... But come on Nico, you must Be the most useful person in the eyes of adults!

(End of this chapter)