From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Are you sending them to the school hospital?" Hermione opened his eyes wide. "In that time, Gryffindor's public lounge was circulating in the Dark Magic Experimental accident about the Slytherin dungeon ... I think it must be Fred and George who often slipped out of the night travel. "

"Hmm." Avi hummed from his nose. "You guess what, I like this statement, maybe I really should do some black magic experiments in Hogwarts?"

The frightened look immediately climbed Hermione's face. As far as she knew, Avi was a wizard who couldn't ignore the consequences in most cases.

See what he did. On the first day of the school, he sent the classmates from the college to the school hospital; ran out of the night tour in the middle of the night, attacked the Hogwarts school worker with magic, and even modified his memory! These are just what Hermione knows. Due to the different colleges of the two people, maybe I watched what else people do n’t know in the back!

You see, after all, he is a Slytherin.

Hermi was a bit dry, and she couldn't confirm whether Aiwei was joking or really this idea, so she sent a mellow black tea into her mouth to moisturize her throat, and then persuaded: "Deng President Bulido is the most famous white wizard in 20 in 20, I think you won't ... "

"Of course not." Avi nodded, "but he was also the president of the International Witcher Federation and Chief Miscelonic of Wessenahamo, so there was always a time when he was not at school. At that time, I just need to see the opportunity. "

"Oh, Avi." Hermione sighed and continued to persuade: "I heard that Dark Magic will change the wizard's temperament virtually. Those wizards who have studied black magic have changed their temperament without exception, and some have changed. It's not even myself! I don't think you should work too much on Dark Magic ... "

"Hahaha ..." Before Hermione persuaded, Avi laughed loudly.

The smart little witch immediately understood that Avi was just joking.

"How can you use the black magic to make a joke!" The little witch said with both hands and said angrily.

"You see, Hermione." Aiwei stopped laughing. "When people know that you are capable and may do something less correct, if they are unable to stop, they will start to persuade each other and try to make You give up this idea.

"In other words," Avi's body leaned forward slightly, and his fingers knocked on the table. "If people do not agree with your correctness, there are only two possibilities."

"Either it is not as correct as you imagine, or you are not strong enough."

Avi comfortably returned his back back to the armchair, and continued to ask, "Is the things you insist incorrect? Hermione?"

"Of course not!" Hermione made a firm voice like a lioness.

"That's because you are not strong enough." Aiwei made a judgment, "You have to be stronger, and let them know this and recognize this. In this way, people will treat your goodwill as a treasure, Take your suggestion as truth. "

Hermione's little face was wrinkled together, trying to start the small head. Although Ivy's words sound make sense, she still wants to refute.

"Maybe-" The voice of the little witch sounds full of self -doubt, "Most people recognize it is correct." She remembered the larsh that Gryffindor's group never complied with school rules.

Avi Renjun can't help but: "Haha, do you know? Most people believe that‘ truth is only in the hands of a few people ’, because they all think that they are the few people who have the truth."

"Okay. Maybe you are right." Hermione gave up thinking and began to seek Avi's opinion. "What should I do? You know, I am just a first -year student, not a hundred from one hundred. "Ancient Wizards" many years ago "" "

"Oh, don't be arrogant, Hermione." Ai Wei shook his fingers, "You are the smartest witch I have ever seen. What you need is only a little time and help. And I can only help."

"Although my mother often says, she does it by herself." Hermione looked determined, "but she is not a witch, where would she know the troubles of the little wizards?"

"Very good. First of all, the first step," Avi nodded, "Enjoy Halloween Dinner! You are only the first grade, and there is time, there is no need to start."

The spell class of the first -year students of Slytherin is the last lesson this afternoon, and the dinner time after class.

Although it is not completely dark, all kinds of pumpkin lights have begun to light up in the castle. Those are special varieties cultivated by Hagrid themselves, which are surprising.

With such a great festive atmosphere, how can you not enjoy it?

"This time only this time ..." Hermione bite her lips. Although she was a strong acute, she also enjoyed life. "It should be a good time to enjoy the festive atmosphere. Then, when will your help start? "

"Maybe now ..." Ivey looked at the castle, and a sneaky figure had just come out of the edge of the forbidden forest, around the greenhouses and gardens of Professor Sprut, and was about to enter the castle.

"What? You don't say you can enjoy the banquet first ..." Hermione puzzled.

"Hush--" Aiwei showed the magical mantra, hiding Hermione and his own figure from the Black Lake, "Look there! Just by the greenhouse."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"...Who is it?" The sky was getting darker, and Hermione couldn't see clearly, but the black shadow's high bulge of the turban still betrayed him, "Professor Quirrell? What is he doing there?"

"Maybe he wants to add a festive atmosphere to Halloween." Ivy laughed, he remembered this part, in order to get the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell brought a troll into the castle, just to divert the attention of other faculty members.

"Come, try this." Ivy commanded an elemental orb to come to Hermione's hand, it was red, emitting fire.

"What is this? How to use it? I heard you made it yourself? Refer to Harry's flying broom?" Hermione held the crystal ball in her hand that exuded warmth, and asked a series of questions, "I don't see any connection between it and the flying broom..."

"You can think of it as a weapon, just aim it at the target, and then say: Fire ball!" Ivy put his hand on the elemental orb and aimed it at the lake.

A fireball with bright flashes flew from the elemental orb to the calm surface of the Black Lake, and with a low roar, it burst into a blaze of flames. Steam and water splashed together, and waves rose on the vast lake.