I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 108 Those who often steal other people’s accounts will one day be hacked in front of others.

"plan?"

Hermione's eyes flashed, what did Principal Dumbledore mean?

Could it be that he planned the attacks at Hogwarts?

"The first edition? Well - I think the first edition is pretty good too, Professor." Hermione said lazily, imitating Owen's tone.

Needless to say, it really has some charm.

"That's it!" Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and raised his head again.

"But Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets, you must find it as soon as possible. I can't suppress that mysterious guy for too long." The old headmaster automatically brought the editing perspective.

As soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip, an image of exhaustion is immediately created.

"The Minister of Magic has written warning letters several times. Now with my authority, I can still suppress them, but -" the old man's tone became bitter, "If the attack is not over yet, maybe"

"Maybe what? Professor." Hermione asked urgently.

The old Dengtou, who could barely restrain the smile on his lips, sighed leisurely, "Maybe Hogwarts is about to close."

"You - may be sent to Beauxbatons, or Ilvermorny."

"No—professor who won't!" Hermione's palms were sweating. She never thought that the seemingly relaxed professor was under such tremendous pressure.

Millennium Hogwarts is closing.

This—she would never let this happen!

As for other magic schools.

Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the world.

"Yes! No." The old principal continued to hang his tone, which would make the listeners feel that he was exhausted.

"You have to go faster, go faster."

"I will be a professor, I swear." Hermione, who was dazzled by a strong sense of responsibility, shouted feverishly.

"Well, you are the best student I have ever taught, kid, I believe in you." Dumbledore handed Sherlock in his arms to Hermione again.Then he waved.

The little witch understood, picked up Xilock, turned and left the place.

At this time, she felt that her heart had been purified, and she felt that a steady stream of motivation was being produced in her body.

She will thwart that mysterious guy's plot, she will!

——Looking at Hermione's leaving figure, Dumbledore was quite sure that the kid would be wrong, he actually wanted to say, kid, your hair is changing color

"Compound decoction~" the old headmaster said quietly, "You can make compound decoction in the second grade."

"You are indeed the best student I have ever had. Miss Granger."

As for Owen - isn't that what Gellert taught?

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After walking out of Dumbledore's sight, Hermione ran like a lion in the corridor.

She had to hurry back to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

The tired figure of the old principal made her feel distressed!

As a member of the school, she thought in her heart that she should take responsibility!

This time!

Hogwarts is guarded by her!

"Unlucky——" Hermione, who was running all the way down the spiral staircase, noticed with sharp eyes that there seemed to be a figure in the distance, exactly like her.

Is it Owen?

Or Harry or Ron?

She dare not gamble.

Stopping in panic, Hermione turned around and walked into the fourth floor corridor.

After a while of detours, she hid in the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

This room has been vacant since Lockhart was petrified.

No one knew why Lockhart hadn't appeared for so long. Obviously, he was also petrified, and the little wizard was cured soon, while the others had disappeared for two full months.

She once asked Professor McGonagall about this matter, but the professor told her that Professor Lockhart was seriously ill and needed long-term treatment.

But Hermione, who has never met him in person, still doesn't know what happened to the great adventurers she envied.

"Huhu~" Holding the wooden door of the office, Hermione slumped on the ground while panting.

At this time, although she still looked like Owen, her hair had begun to turn brown.

The hands are also gradually becoming slender.

Gradually calming down, Hermione took out her wand.

I prayed in my heart that Harry or Ron could get some useful information from the professor, and whispered in my mouth: Luminescence flashes.

Then—then she discovered that she was not alone in this room.

I saw a table and a chair in the empty office.

Dozens or even hundreds of books were randomly placed in any corner of the room.

Hermione's eyes widened and she looked in disbelief at the chair in front of her. Sitting there was a man with blue hair, two faces, one illusory, one solid, and blue skin with four arms. girl.

"Doll?"

She thought of this at the first time, because the girl had broken marks except her face and other parts of her naked body.

It's like a piece of ceramic has been broken!

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As for the other self appearing here, Witch Lani was also very surprised.

This is her office space, dedicated to coming up with evil ideas.

Just now, when she was hiding here studying the magic book sent by her grandfather, the office was suddenly pushed away.

She immediately extinguished the faint firefly on the table, then sat on the chair with a happy face, looking at the person coming.

then

The man raised his wand, and a pale, pale light illuminated the office.

And she was able to see clearly that that person actually looked exactly like herself.

Ok?

Ward hair?

knock!

Those who often steal other people's accounts will eventually have their accounts hacked in person one day, right?

Who is this!Poisonous!What are you doing to become like him?

Is it obsessed with his handsome appearance?

To do something shameful?

Wow!

Then you are really perverted!Even a pervert like me thinks it's perverted.

but!Ahem, this kind of thing, if the other person is good-looking, she can't accept it.

The fake Owen on the ground was still in a daze.

The real Owen calmly started his cutscene.

"Nice to meet you, little wizard."

"I'm the witch Lani." The cold figure slowly got up, revealing the six or seven books piled up while sitting down.

"Owen?" That Owen called out.

It almost broke his heart.

"Why do you say that, little wizard?" Witch Lani calmed down and walked quietly.

"You——no——" Hermione on the ground backed up a few steps in fear.

But in just two steps, she was sitting on the ground against the door panel, and finally there was no way to retreat.

She could only be forced to face the mysterious figure.

Under the moonlight, her cold face, reflecting the dense air, together with her another illusory blue face and her closed right eye, blurred together.

Hermione was confused.

She never believed that the girl who claimed to be a witch in front of her was Owen in disguise.

Just like she pretended to be Owen, no matter how she looked, she couldn't have some boyish temperament and small movements.

But the girl in front of her was different, she was standing there, with a noble and cool demeanor that rushed over her face, it was by no means a disguise.

No boy can pretend to be a noble and cool princess.

"I—I don't know, I'm just talking casually." Her brown eyes were full of Lani's appearance.

"Such a senseless panic." The witch sighed softly.

"It doesn't matter. Hogwarts is full of lies. Distrusting others is beneficial and harmless."

"However." Her ethereal voice suddenly stopped, like the moon being obscured by dark clouds, "You disturbed Witch Lani's rest and I shouldn't have sent you an invitation, little wizard."

"I'm sorry." Alert to the danger, Hermione held her wand tightly. She couldn't tell whether the girl was hostile to her.

Just now she was boasting about Professor Dumbledore.

But when she met this mysterious person hiding in the college in a blink of an eye, she couldn't muster up the courage to fight.

I - I should have stood up, even if it meant killing, I should have died on the charge like a true Gryffindor.

Hermione, who kept admonishing herself in her heart, found that her legs didn't listen to her no matter what.

It was as if a nerve had been severed, and I couldn't use any strength.

"Don't be nervous - we met here, it can be said that fate connected it. Do you want to do something for me? Witch." Lani's four hands made a movement to cup Hermione's face.

But the moment she touched her, she stopped, turned to squat down, and stared at her coldly but inexplicably intimately with blue, shining eyes.

"Don't refuse me," she said.

"What do you want to do?" Hermione held her mind, and lowered her head unyieldingly.

She said tremblingly, but a wisp of orchid fragrance took the opportunity to penetrate into the tip of her nose.

Then, her thoughts became a little trance.

And then—in front of her, the delicate doll-like face, charming eyes, small nose, thin red lips, delicate clavicle exposed, and slightly raised chest.

She - she is so beautiful!

Hermione's cheeks blushed uncontrollably.

She.pasted.pasted too close.

"I once stole death, and now I am looking for a way to go deep into magic. One day, I will betray all of this and abandon everything." The witch's cheek was almost close to her.

But Hermione didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.

Is it really just a doll in front of you?

"Dumbledore has ruled for too long, and the Ravenclaw era is about to enter."

"Hogwarts will abide by the laws of the stars and the moon and begin a long journey."

Witch Lani held her hands elegantly, her thin body not much taller than Hermione.

"Her student!"

"In this long cold night, long thoughts."

"What is fear, hesitation, and loneliness?"

"And why magic?"

"All wizards will see the ultimate magic under the guidance of Ravenclaw. Maybe at that time, I will become the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

Her voice was soft, like the wind blowing through a silent black lake.

It's like an announcement, and it's like a murmur.

That unique temperament is like a bright moon in the dark night. No one can refuse her, just like fish cannot refuse water, and flames cannot refuse firewood.

"I—" Hermione raised her head and stared at her quietly, a cold dark moon reflected in her brown eyes.

It seems like I’m writing about girls’ posts! ! !But I have no experience Σ(⊙▽⊙"a