Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Focus."

　　 Holding his wand, Charles walked over.

　　 "Imagine when you release the spell, imagine you are about to destroy the object in front of you."

　　 "Charge up, then... release!"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Focus on one point.

　　 Hermione calmed down, she closed her eyes and told herself that.

　　 Then in the next moment, she felt a huge impact coming out of her magic wand, and then. . Bang!

　　 She opened her eyes excitedly, but Hermione was puzzled to find that the ceramic monster was still struggling to beat the shield covering her body.

　　 "The momentum is good, but unfortunately it's crooked."

　　 Hermione blushed.

　　 Charles raised his wand, and in the same instant, this ceramic dwarf followed in the footsteps of its companions, turning into a sky full of powder and dissipating into nothing.

　　 Hermione got up from the ground, disappointed on her face.

"Do not be discouraged."

　　 Charles comforted.

　　 "Today is only the first day."

　　 The little girl was not discouraged, she nodded, and the eager expression quickly reappeared on her face.

　　 Charles knew that he had made the right choice. If it was an intelligent creature that could talk, or a **** beast that would get around, it is estimated that Hermione would have gone on strike long ago.

　　 "Zi-"

　　 Although Hermione looked like she was still preparing to cut something to practice her hand, Shire refused this plan.

　　 "It's getting late, it's time to go back."

　　 He began to draw the portal.

　　 The time in the country of Oz is also different from the outside world, but it is much faster than Wonderland. It is basically the same flow rate as the outside world. The darkening of the sky here means that Hogwarts is also at night.

　　. . .

The two who returned to Hogwarts did not notice. Not far away from them, a little ceramic girl who was less than an adult's calf was hiding behind the ceramic wall, revealing a small head, curious. Look at the direction they are leaving.

　　. . .

　　 Back to Hogwarts Castle, the first thing Hermione did was to rush back to the bedroom and take a good shower.

　　 After fighting outside for an afternoon, the sweat on her body was still the dirt on her clothes, and she felt like she had fallen into a mud pit.

"and many more.."

　　 Charles tried to stop her from behind, but unfortunately, the little girl grew up faster. Maybe her physical fitness temporarily surpassed that of a boy of the same age as Charles. In the blink of an eye, Hermione disappeared.

　　 Forget it, let the house elves stay alone for two. It is estimated that the dinner time will have passed by the time she takes care of it.

　　 "Enjin!"

　　 Looking for an abandoned classroom, Charles shouted.

　　Enjin is mainly in charge of the Slytherin dormitory, but it can also be called outside the dormitory, because after other house elves hear the call, they will find Enjin and tell it.

　　Sure enough, it didn't take long before the house elf Enjin appeared in front of Shire with a bang.

　　 "What do you need, Mr. Diemo."

　　 Enjin said in a low voice.

　　 "I need dinner for two, delivered here, thank you."

"We are happy to help!"

　　Enjin's tone was very excited.

　　 Although ordinary house elves are not as open-minded as Dobby, they also like to be thanked.

　　 They do not like the respect implied in gratitude, but understand gratitude as a kind of recognition, the highest level of recognition in recognition.

　　 And Enjin. .

　　 After a short while, Enjin brought two steaming dinners, bowed slightly, and then disappeared again.

　　 Charles swept all the dinner into the space bag, and then took out a piece of parchment.

　　 "The dinner is over, come to the Gryffindor Tower, and look for me in the lower divination classroom, Charles."

　　 He folded the written parchment into a crooked paper airplane, and while it was facing Hermione, he tossed it forward.

　　 The plane folded from parchment paper was naturally very bad. It only glided out for less than half a meter, and then fell to the ground, but when Charles picked it up and opened it again, the text on it had disappeared.

　　 At the same time, lines of text began to appear on a piece of blank parchment on the table in Hermione's bedroom.

　　Metaphoric magic, paper airplane.

　　The paper airplane always delivers the message, just like a drifting bottle.

　　 Originally, Shire wanted to start the portal and reach out and pass the small note over, but it's better to think about it, after all, there are Hermione's roommates there.

　　It's time to find something that can be connected instantly. Metaphorical magic allows Shire to easily deliver messages to people who want it. Even if there is no metaphorical magic, Shire can use other magic.

　　 But for Hermione, this kind of magic is a bit difficult, and it's not easy for her to contact Charles.

　　It's not that there is no solution. In the most prosperous commercial street in the magical world of Paris, there is an alchemy shop called a bizarre alchemy shop, which contains some very useful gadgets.

　　 I heard that the owner of this shop has been advised by Nicholas, and he is also the highest level alchemist who opened the shop.

　　 He has a notebook similar to the combination of a double-sided mirror and Tom Riddle's diary. A notebook is torn into two sections, each holding half of it, and writing in half of the notebook, and the other half of the notebook will receive the text.

　　 is very easy to use, Shire can contact and manage so many confidantes, this special notebook is indispensable.

　　 If I count on an owl. . Haha, this is scarier than checking a mobile phone.

　　 After waiting for about an hour, Charles read the two pages of magic theory again, and he finally heard Hermione's footsteps.

　　 The little girl ran in.

　　 "Sorry."

　　 She said embarrassingly, Wonderland, Oz, Hogwarts, the three time is different, which made her completely mess up the time and missed dinner directly.

　　 "It's okay, I knew the dinner was over, so I re-paid two copies."

　　 "Re-bid?"

　　 While talking, Charles had once again opened the portal to Unigall, and the room as a transit point was already full of sumptuous dinners.

The exquisite round wooden table is filled with masterpieces of Hogwarts house elves, roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausage, pork chop, roast potatoes, apple pie, raisin pudding, donuts, pumpkin juice and orange juice .

　　The variety is not worse than what you eat in the lobby.

"Wow."

　　 The little girl of this age was also growing up, and Hermione was grumbled with hunger. Seeing so much food, she left the problem behind her head and ran directly into the portal.

　　 She picked up the orange juice from the table and inhaled half a glass in one breath.

　　 Shire has been eating and drinking at the Gryffindor table for so long, the two have long been used to it, so Hermione grabbed a drumstick and ate it.

　　 Well, and it is worthy of the beauty modeling of Miss Watsons in the future, even if it is a chicken leg with both hands, it is better than ordinary people.

　　 Hermione’s question about calling dinner was so fooled by Charles. He didn’t want to tell her these silly things about the house elves, and he didn’t want to go to any vomiting club.

　　 This thing, she has the energy to play casually in the future.

　　 It’s better to do more than less now, so it’s better to focus on the upcoming plot.

　　 Of course, if it's the Mermaid Conservation Society or something, Charles doesn't mind. . Those in the Black Lake don't count.

The ruins of the quiet town were silent in a quiet darkness. Only this stone house exudes dim lights. The light bulbs illuminate the hall as if day. The generator is buzzing slightly. Next to the wooden table, Shire and Hehe The two little guys Min are eating.

　　 After a meal, both of them felt almost full and took a sip of pumpkin juice, Charles asked.

　　 "How do you feel facing today's monsters."

　　 "My performance seems to be worse than expected."

　　 The little girl wiped her hands and was very dissatisfied with her practice today. She watched Shire release magic always easily, and when she learned the spells of the Levitating Curse, it was also very simple, and she thought it was a very easy thing.

　　Result. .

　　 "This is only the first day, it's nothing."

　　 "My magic has been practiced for a long time."

　　 Hermione nodded.

　　 She hasn't been hit. If this difficulty can knock her down, then she is not Gryffindor.

　　 "When will we start tomorrow."

　　 "It's old time."

　　 Shire took another sip of pumpkin juice.

　　 Okay, the effect is better than he expected. He originally thought that Hermione would not like this kind of actual combat practice. He had found a good reason for the practice tomorrow, but now it seems that it is not needed.

　　 But Hermione was still confused.

　　 "But... are we really in danger? Isn't Hogwarts the safest place in the wizarding world? There is Principal Dumbledore in the school."

　　 Charles was silent for a moment. If there is only the main storyline, then it is true.

　　 "Trust me, if that day does come, it might be worse than we thought."

　　 "Then do we need to tell the principal."

　　Of course not, because Charles still didn't know what was going on with Dumbledore, but he couldn't refuse it too simply, so he pretended to think a little bit, and shook his head.

　　 "Don't use it yet."

　　 Because Hermione didn't understand the fairy tale world and what happened to her, she didn't doubt it and nodded vigorously.

　　 She still believes in Shire.

"Suck-"

　　 Shire sucked pumpkin juice.

　　 "By the way, practice a magic with me tomorrow."

"what?"

　　 Hermione, who was still thinking, was really attracted by this question.

　　 In her impression, the Shire will have a lot of magic, so many that it doesn't look like a freshman in the first year, but Shire also said that this is a secret.

　　 I didn't expect that there would be magic that Charles could not.

　　 "The Phantom Appears."

　　 "The Apparition..."

　　 The little girl frowned, thinking.

　　 "A fee-based course for the sixth grade."

　　 Charles prompted.

　　 "Yes, that's it! I saw it in the introduction to the ultimate wizard exam, but you are only in the first grade..."

　　 When Charles mentioned that, Hermione immediately remembered.

　　 "That's why I need your help."

　　 "Suck-"

　　. . .

　　Magic Forest, East.

The owner of 　　 silver dancing shoes appeared silently on the ruins.

　　 Walking through the ruins in a daze, she crawled out of the mud and had to recognize a fact.

　　 "We... failed?"

　　 She muttered to herself softly as if she couldn't believe it.

　　 The castle has collapsed, the radiance of magic seems to be extinguished, the old people have disappeared, everything has become the past, whether it is ambition, power, money, or invincible power.

　　 All disappeared.

　　 She wandered as if she had lost her soul.

　　 But suddenly, she seemed to see something.

　　 took a flexible step, the owner of the silver dancing shoes seemed to have just taken a very ordinary step, and it seemed that she had taken a graceful dance step in the air. The next moment, she had come to an abandoned open space more than ten meters away.

　　 It looks like the former castle hall.

　　 But this is not the point. The point is that she saw a broken mirror on the ground with a sharp sword inserted in the mirror.

　　 This long sword is also the reason why it broke.

　　 The owner of the silver dancing shoes walked over.

　　 "The Magic Mirror..."

　　 "It's also broken."

　　 She whispered.

　　 became more trance.

　　 But it was this body whispering, as if something was awakened, a faint green gradually emerged on the surface of the broken mirror.

　　 "Yes, is that you, great, great..."

　　 is like an old TV with insufficient signal. Suddenly, an intermittent sound came from the broken mirror.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes suddenly raised his head.

　　 "Magic Mirror, you are not dead yet."

　　 "Yes, yes, yes, great.."

　　 "Shut up and tell me what happened."

Although the Magic Mirror stumbles on words ~www.wuxiahere.com~, the memory is not lost. It is very clear about what happened. In its stammering narration, the owner of the silver dance shoes gradually figured out the process of the whole thing. .

　　 "I see, it was because of..."

　　 "Yes, yes, great, great..."

　　 "I, we failed..."

　　 "Even the master, the master..."

　　 The voice in the magic mirror seemed to be crying.

　　 But listening to the cry of the magic mirror, the owner of the silver dancing shoes seemed to calm down.

　　 "No, we actually still have a chance."

　　The cry of the magic mirror suddenly stopped.

The owner of 　　 silver dancing shoes stretched out her hand and grabbed the sharp sword that pierced the magic mirror. She pulled it hard and pulled it out of the ground.

"what!"

　　 The magic mirror screamed like a scream.

　　 "loyal, brave, true..."

The owner of the silver dancing shoes slowly stroked the sharp surface of the long sword, and his slender fingers ran across the exquisite text on the surface of the long sword.

　　 I don’t know what material the long sword is made of. Even if it’s been silent for a long time, it’s still sharp and its surface is as clean as new.

　　 can even reflect the shadow of a person.

The owner of 　　 silver dancing shoes suddenly sketched a smile at the corner of his mouth.

　　 "We still have a chance."

　　 She said again, and this time, she was no longer confused and her tone became certain.

　　 "Everything can be done again."

　　 "锵!"

　　 The long sword seemed to make a defiant metallic hum, and a certain kind of light flashed away, but as the silver dance shoe owner's wrist turned slightly, it quickly fell silent again.

　　 But with this fleeting light, the surface of the long sword seems to reflect half a face, half a green face.