Hogwarts Archmage

"Hermione, why do I feel that you have become heavier recently?"

Ma En held her waist with both hands and felt it for a while, then said with some doubts.

Hermione and Esther's physiques are completely different. Esther's physique is very easy to gain weight. Thanks to her extraordinary ability, she can maintain a suitable body shape despite her extremely sweet taste, while Hermione's is that The kind of person who won’t gain weight no matter what he eats.

But she didn't eat much.

"Have it?"

She tugged at the skin on her belly, which was still so tight: "No, there's no fat at all."

Ma En scratched his head: "Maybe not..."

He looked at the flower growing on her body seriously and suddenly laughed: "Don't tell me, it's quite pretty."

Hermione pouted: "Remember to remind me not to wear low-cut clothes when I get home..."

Speaking of this, she was stunned for a moment: "Damn it, my parents don't even know about us, they will definitely kill me."

In the second half of the story, I felt a little weak, as if I was thinking about something.

Ma En doesn't have any good ideas about this matter. In fact, he is even a little confused about his own affairs now.

He clearly knew that he had led another evolution, but what did this evolution bring?He didn't seem to feel anything except that his physical strength was getting better.

But it can't be said that there are no benefits. He feels that he is not so afraid of heights. His favorite thing to do these days is to stand by the railing and look at the nearby clouds casually. Sometimes on a whim, he will turn on the car directly. Enclave got into the clouds and played with the surrounding water vapor for a while.

The two of them randomly put on some clothes and came downstairs together.

Esther was sitting on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine, while Margaery was holding the phone and talking, listening to the communication method. Opposite him should be Old Wald, and Dobby was moving some food to the dining table.

Ma En sat down casually and asked: "Should we go to New York City for a walk? We have been here for so long and we haven't really walked around yet."

"Okay," Esther said after turning the page of the magazine in her hand: "But it will be in the afternoon. Margery still has something to do in the morning."

Ma En raised his head and glanced at his sister: "What's the matter?"

Margaery gave her a look from an angle that only Esther could see, and then said with a smile: "I have a potion that will be finished this morning, around ten o'clock?"

"Um…"

Ma En thought about it: "In this case, it is indeed more appropriate to go out in the afternoon, but we can also leave early. We can find a better restaurant to eat some traditional food at noon."

Hermione sighed: "There are no traditional American delicacies - maybe burgers."

"Come on, Hermione, Britain does have traditional delicacies, but they are famous all over the world, and there are no more than ten kinds that can really be swallowed in one bite." Esther received the magazine after sending her supplementary knife in time. On one side, he sat next to Ma En and prepared to eat. The other two girls also came to sit down.

After breakfast, around 07:30, Margaery wiped her mouth, looked at the wall clock and said: "I have to go and order those potions. At the last moment, I don't want to fall short...Hermione, Ai Ste, do you want to go with me?"

The two girls knew full well that they were arresting people to do hard labor, and it was rare that they had the same opinion and shook their heads together.

"whispering sound…"

Margery got up and walked out.

Ma En drank the last bit of water in the cup and said, "Do we want to help?"

"Ma En, when did we help without standing by and watching?"

"It seems to be..."

****

After Margaery walked into the workshop, she took a bottle of Felixir from the potion shelf and poured it into the crucible. With a slight movement of her fingers, she sent the time of the bottle of Felixir back to the two hours, two and 10 minutes before the medicine was ready. , the flame under the shelf was adjusted just right, and her fingers gently held a stirring stick.

At the same time, some white bubbles continued to appear on her body, and these bubbles quickly formed a new "Margaery" behind her.

She kept stirring the stirring stick in her hand and said with a gentle smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

"You and I are one."

After this Margery said something, her whole person turned into bubbles again and disappeared into the air. Margery, who was holding the stirring stick, couldn't help but hum a cheerful song softly.

On the top of the Tower of the Empire State Building in New York, a black-haired girl wearing a gray dress suddenly appeared.

Regardless of returning to normal a little bit and realizing that there were no people here looking for cameras, Margaery reached out and grabbed the entire New York City.

A glossy black-covered book appeared in her hand, and she flipped it forward casually. The book seemed to have no beginning or end. No matter how many pages she turned, she would never reach the beginning or the end.

After flipping through hundreds of pages, her fingers stopped.

"This is it...March 3th last year..."

She pressed her fingers on the page, and when she pressed the words on it and drew outwards, these strange and jumping words gradually became active and turned into moving paintings.

These paintings slowly twisted together in the air, turning into a city exactly like New York City, and its appearance slowly transformed from a translucent shadow into a solid entity.

Everyone on the ground looked at the huge piece of land above their heads at a loss. They didn't know what was happening, but even a fool knew that it would not be a good thing if this thing fell on their head.

Margaery slowly floated up, but firstly, she was blocked by the replica of New York City above her head, and secondly, now that they were fighting, their attention was no longer on her, and no one noticed that the girl on the top of the tower had quietly disappeared. Floated higher into the sky.

She took out a clock and adjusted the time of the replica city to be consistent with the current time. She waved her left hand gently, and the city suddenly fell down.

All the people and buildings in the original New York City were compressed into a piece of paper, and emerged from the bottom of the replica city and flew into her hand.

The people inside were still moving. They were shouting, but they couldn't make a sound. They could only run around in the miniature scenery.

"So annoying..."

Margery frowned, put it in the book, and put it in her small storage space.

There are also some people who are not affected, such as Mercer and his lover, such as the McCall family, such as Max who didn't understand what happened and continued to sleep after touching his head, such as a group of old people who were telling stories to children...

It was as if the place where they were was being ignored. Nothing happened. Everything was still running smoothly as in the past, never stopping.