Chapter 170 Speedy Hermione

Hermione raised her little head proudly, "Bucky doesn't need a hair tie like yours. He can remember it by himself."

To ease the embarrassment, Bagir coughed.

He does have a photographic memory.

There’s no need for the power of a hair tie, either.

But for others in the group, it works.

Useless now.

It's because he just took a photo and engraved it.

He can use the engraved information to create cards, or use this information to 'make a wish' to derive learnable magic.

But even so, this headband is not completely useless.

It has a lasting and almost permanent magic cast on it. It is not a cheap item with a shelf life, but an heirloom that can be kept forever.

Moreover, this girl is sincere and has no bad intentions.

But that just means she doesn't have it.

The family behind her, or even the person who needs the medicine, may not be like this.

Thinking of this, Bagir said slowly: "I don't have the potion of immortality."

"But I have a way to lift the curse on your father."

"How do you know?" An Feng was shocked.

Behind her, Junko Suzuki and Marie Skotlova stared blankly. It seemed that the boy in front of them not only had a good-looking face.

Something even more amazing happened.

Under the gray sky, Bajir raised his right hand high, and the holy light burst out and condensed into liquid.

[Source of Life] + Light of the Holy Sword!

best match!

Without the slightest hint of fireworks, he casually took out a crystal bottle from the air with his left hand and took in the light liquid.

"Casting without a medium!" An Feng stammered.

In the Land of Dragons, it is not uncommon to cast spells without a wand.

Because they will use seals, spells, and other magic props as spell-casting media.

But just now, Bajir just raised his hand, without using any medium, and a magical phenomenon that was incredible at first glance was born.

At such a close distance, she could clearly sense the sacredness of the light, which seemed to be the condensed form of the most beautiful things in the world.

Now everyone in the auditorium is paying attention.

'Kobayashi Masaru's hypocritical smile stiffened, and he felt a fatal crisis in that light.

Manstein narrowed his eyes.

As for other people in the auditorium, as well as those foreign students, they could only see that it was a silent spell cast without a wand.

Thought it was a variation of the lighting spell.

Of course, they were also very surprised, shocked, and even admired.

This is completely beyond the level of students.

Bagir didn't pay attention to other people's eyes.

"then."

The crystal bottle flew into An Feng's hand.

He was looking forward to what the forces behind this Sichuan girl would do next.

"Is this?" An Feng's eyes revealed three points of joy, five points of doubt, and two points of surprise.

She vaguely sensed the answer.

Bagir nodded, "It's just what you guessed, the potion to lift your father's curse."

“You can use it first and deliver it later.”

"No need." An Feng put the hair tie into Bagir's hand.

He lowered his head and said softly: "I believe you."

Then he turned around and ran away.

Kneading the off-white headband that looked like liquid, Bajir raised his eyes and looked at the remaining two people.

"Where are you two?"

Suzuki Junko's eyes wandered, "Hey~"

Skotlova, "Just getting to know you, hello my name is Marie Skotlova."

They both began to die down.

That light illuminated all the dark sides in their hearts.

Let them enter the spiritual sage mode.

Now they just feel that they really deserve to die!

How could you deceive the heart of this young man who shines like gold and is as pure as crystal for the sake of the Philosopher's Stone?

Just as they were spinning their brains, thinking about how to retire, Professor McGonagall appeared.

"What are you doing here?"

She looked at the two foreign girls warily.

She was supposed to be distributing timetables next to the long Gryffindor table, but when she saw Bagir being surrounded, she unconsciously moved her legs and came here.

"Nothing?" x2

The two of them said in unison, breathed a sigh of relief, and ran away quickly.

Professor McGonagall was about to call Bargeer, but when he saw Hermione, Fleur, and Ariana beside him, he changed his words: "Granger, you have to pay attention, these international students are very dangerous. When Tonks and the professor are not around, , try to avoid getting close to them.”

"Here, here are the class schedules for the four of you."

Then she returned to the Gryffindor table.

"This morning is Herbology class." Hermione spread out the class schedule.

Fleur and Ariana's heads came together, "We are Potions class."

Ariana shrank her neck. After reading the Harry Potter novels and movies, she was a little afraid of Potions class and Snape.

Bargeer saw this at a glance, "You shouldn't worry. If Snape really dares to target you, Dumbledore will not let him go."

"By the way, this hairband is for you."

Pull up Hermione's hair and tie it with a headband.

Put your mouth to your clear ear.

"How does it feel?"

Hermione felt a rush of heat and her body instantly became weak.

It took her a while to notice the obvious coolness coming from the top of her head.

It was as if every groove in his brain was being brushed by cold air.

"I feel like I can do anything."

“The soreness my mouth felt when I had braces as a child.”

“The struggle of being held in my mother’s arms as a baby.”

"Even... remember the room where I was born, the warmth of the sun shining through the gap in the curtains and brushing my cheeks?"

"I can remember everything!"

But then, her cheeks turned red, and her pupils dilated and lost consciousness.

Relying on the function of the headband, she began to recall the real feeling of contact with Basil after the banquet after the Quidditch championship.

Basil was very embarrassed.

He can read minds.

Fleur on the side curled her lips, "Look at what you can do."

Time passed for a long time, and it was almost time for class, and Basil interrupted, "We should go."

"Ah~" Hermione woke up.

She looked around, Ariana and Fleur had disappeared.

No, there was almost no one in the hall now.

The food on the long table was also emptied, including the plates.

"Five more minutes."

Basil's voice sounded.

Then Hermione was held by his hand.

In an instant, she felt as if her body had lost the invasion of gravity, and everything in front of her began to blur.

It seemed like a long time had passed.

When the brilliant colors in front of her faded and the picture became clear, the greenhouse and the students waiting outside were already in front of her.

She subconsciously looked at Bajir from the corner of her eye. In a trance, he seemed to be glowing.

"How did you get so far? This is not Apparition. I have read the book."

"It describes the feeling of Apparition to Apparition."

"And Hogwarts can't-"

"Wait, you didn't come to see me during Christmas and summer vacation in this way!"

"The new magic you invented?"

The beige hairband between her brown hair glowed.

She kept recalling the feeling just now, her face full of shock.

Bajir shook his head, "No, this is physical movement."

"The power of the Phoenix and the Cold Clan."

That is actually the light magic of the Phoenix that can carry dozens of tons of weight to fly plus the high speed of the vampire.

The light magic offsets gravity and friction with the air.

So that at high speed, the body temperature will not drop, and there will be no strong wind when arriving at the destination.

It is another interesting way of moving after light.

"The Cold Tribe?" Hermione was a little curious.

"You can guess." Basil whistled frivolously.

"The professor is here!" The students in front were crowded.

That was Professor Sprout.

A short witch, the head of Hufflepuff House.

Today, Basil and her classmates had their Herbology class with the Hufflepuff students.

She was walking across the lawn towards them.

A patched hat was placed on her flowing hair, her clothes were covered with a lot of mud, and her nails were also covered with "manicure" made of mud.

She was always like this when she often tinkered with plants in the greenhouse.

"Today we are in the third greenhouse." Professor Sprout said.

The students were talking in low voices with great interest.

They had only been to the first greenhouse - the plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting and more dangerous.

Hermione did not bother about the true identity of the Cold Tribe for the time being.

Instead, he snorted smugly, "Have they not reviewed the textbooks?"

"The Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms are arranged according to difficulty and danger. Exclude what we have learned."

Professor Sprout took a big key from his belt and opened the door.

But Hermione continued, "Isn't the answer obvious?"

"Abyssinian Shrinking Fig!"

Unlike the original world line, Hermione, who was not beaten by Ron's words and changed herself, is now more tactful than when she first entered school.

But facing Basil, she is still the little annoying who likes to quote classics.

Basil likes her like this.

Believe in book knowledge and show off, and then be defeated by reality.

Just like now Basil smiled wickedly: "Are you really sure it's the Abyssinian Shrinking Fig?"

"Isn't there a possibility. Um. First difficult and then easy?"

Hermione began to shake her legs unconsciously, and her little hands clenched.

But she still stiffened her neck, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

But the next second, her body stiffened.

She followed Basil into the greenhouse and saw more than 20 pairs of earmuffs of different colors on the bench.

She had studied the textbook and immediately understood the content of this class - Mandrake.

"How could it be?"

"Mandra is so dangerous."

"Its cry can kill people!"

(Ron stretched his ears.)

"How can Professor Sprout be so arrogant."

(Neville's body began to tremble.)

"Gryffindor students, let them touch such dangerous things as soon as they come, aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble in class?"

Hermione was so dazed that she forgot that she was also a Gryffindor student.

Neville, the future Herb Master and Gryffindor's Sword Master, turned around and said, "Didn't you notice?"

"These Mandrakes are still very young."

"Their cries now will only make people faint."

"This season is a good time to learn them."

"After some time, their cries will not be as "safe" as they are now."

"Also, didn't you check the class schedule?"

"Because there are too many first-year students, the classrooms of various subjects have been enlarged using the traceless extension spell."

"So, now the four colleges are gathered together for class."

"The only exception is the Herbology class."

"Professor Sprout is worried about the safety of the students. Too many students and too dangerous plants are not a good thing."

Neville took a deep breath, "So, Professor Sprout is not arrogant! She is very responsible!"

"I'm sorry." Hermione stuttered.

She wanted to say something else, but the class had already started.

Professor Sprout stood in the middle of the greenhouse and said, "Can anyone guess what we will be teaching today?"

Hermione, who was ashamed and confused just now, was the first to raise her hand, which was expected by everyone.

However, a hand raised not far away stunned everyone.

It was Ron.

Hermione even forgot to say the answer directly.

Professor Sprout did the same, "You, Weasley! I mean. Say it!"

Ron said confidently: "Mandra!"

"Hearing the cry of mandrakes can kill people."

Just when the other students were pale, he added: "But not today, they are still seedlings."

Thunderous applause suddenly rang out in the greenhouse.

Hermione looked incredulous, and kept raising her hands, as if she had become a motionless statue.

Professor Sprout also joined in, and she stopped clapping after a long time, "Great! Gryffindor plus 10 points!"

"Yes, we are going to repot the mandrakes today."

"They are indeed still very young."

She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates and said.

After hearing Professor Sprout's assurance, the students all moved forward to see more clearly.

There were about a hundred green and purple seedlings arranged there.

"Weasley, do you know what characteristics it has?"

Ron certainly didn't know.

What he overheard did not include the answer to this question.

But he was not panicked at all, and said directly: "Why not let Hermione come?"

"Her hand is raised until now."

"Okay," Professor Sprout nodded, "Hermione, you come."

Although Hermione's eyes were dull and motionless.

But her little mouth still accurately jumped out the answer.

She was like a living search engine. "Mandra, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful restorative used to restore people who have been transformed or cursed to their original state."

"Very good! Five points for Gryffindor!" Professor Sprout said.

The next second, Hermione came back to life.

Five points? ? ?

The shame of losing to Ron made Hermione more energetic.

"Everyone take a pair of earmuffs." Professor Sprout said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione turned into a phantom and rushed to the bench.

Then Bajier saw that he had two more white earmuffs in his hand.

Hermione had a blue one in her hand.

Good guy, so fast, and picked the colors that the two liked!

In order to avoid grabbing the pink earmuffs, the other students were also very fast.

But they were completely incomparable to Hermione.

Bajier almost suspected that Hermione had vampire blood, so she had the ability to move at super high speed.

Looking at the dazed Bajir, Hermione raised her earmuffs, "Aren't you going to put them on?"

Bajir shook his head, "Let's wait for the professor to notify us. You were so fast just now, maybe your magic remembered the way I moved you, and you reproduced it in your excitement."

"Am I fast?" Hermione asked with her head tilted.