Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Chapter 15 I won’t tell you

For the next period of time, the four little wizards spent their spare time in the library looking for information about Nico Flamel.

The weather in December was getting colder and colder, and one morning...

"Shelley!" Hermione stamped her feet angrily. She blocked Shelley in the corner of the corridor: "You are hiding something from me."

"No...no." Shelley tried to avoid Hermione's eyes.

"It's Nico Flamel, you must know it." Hermione looked at Shelley seriously: "You are not interested in finding information at all. Who is he?"

Hermione's face came closer and closer, but she didn't even notice it.

"I won't tell you." Shelley said, he felt too close, too close...

Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone: "You must know, what can Shelley not do? None of this can escape your eyes."

"Hiss" Shelley gasped.

After this period of training, Hermione has become like this? !

"Tell me!" Hermione became angry again and pinched the soft flesh of Shelley's waist with her hands.

"Let go!" Although Hermione didn't have much strength, how could Shelley compromise with a girl like this?

"You have to promise first! Promise me not to tell Harry and the others. If they find out, they will get into trouble." Shelley said.

Hermione looked over with shining eyes, an expression that said, "Speak quickly."

"ensure!"

"Okay." Hermione looked aggrieved, and Shelley couldn't stand it.

"Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone...it can turn any metal into pure gold, and can also create the elixir of life, making those who drink it immortal forever."

"Really? No wonder Snape or Quirrell wanted it."

Shelley looked at Hermione's face, a little stunned: "It's Voldemort..."

"What? That dark wizard."

"Yes, he is possessed by Quirrell...so this thing is very dangerous!"

"What about Harry?"

Hermione felt Shelley's breath and jumped away, her face turning red.

Shelley smiled evilly: "Let's go have breakfast first. It would be bad if we were seen like this."

"Humph!"

Christmas is getting closer and closer, and everyone is very excited about the holiday.

Hogwarts was covered with several feet of snow inside and outside, and the lake was covered with hard ice.

The Weasley brothers were punished because they enchanted several snowballs to chase Quirrell around and hit him in the back of his turban.

"You said Voldemort is on the back of Quirrell's head!" Hermione covered her mouth with thick cashmere gloves: "It doesn't look like it."

"For the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort will not show up now." Shelley looked at the snowball that hit Voldemort's face: "They are so...brave!"

Although fires burned brightly in the Gryffindor common room and Great Hall, the drafty corridors became bitterly cold, and the classroom windows rattled in the biting wind.

"Is it cold?" Shelley subconsciously adjusted Hermione's scarf.

"Care about yourself." Hermione responded, her cheeks red.

She originally wanted to avoid it subconsciously, but somehow she was a step slower.

Hogwarts, covered in silver, has a unique flavor.

Two first-year wizards stood on one side of the corridor, adjusting their scarves.

"Stop it and leave." This was what Hermione said.

The two disappeared far away in the corridor...

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