The Death Knell

The door of the lounge opened, and the two outside the door immediately saw a figure lying sideways on Hermione's bed in a posture like a reclining Buddha. As a sugar thief who sneaked in, he saw the two Not only did he have no intention of running away, but he even raised a hand to shake: Mark

"Yo."

At this moment, many things flashed through Arthur's mind. He recognized that this person was Mr. Wilson, the former physical education professor at Hogwarts, the one Hermione mentioned the teacher most often. Many of her Skills, even thinking, are taught by him.

As a parent with a bunch of children in his family, Arthur had naturally met him before, and the professor took Hermione with him most of the time.

But now that I took a closer look, I found the problem, would a normal teacher lie on the bed of a female student?

He still looks very natural, does this mean something?

Mr. Weasley's eyes widened immediately, and he realized that he seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen. Although the wizarding world doesn't mind things like teacher-student romance, now that Hermione is the Minister of Magic, her body Once any news about it gets out, it will be magnified by those who care about it.

Therefore, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, we must resolutely support the heir of Professor Dumbledore. He immediately did what he thought was right, and that was to turn around and leave: Mark

"Sorry to bother you. I'll go outside the office to watch out for you. I'll take care of someone who comes over."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Hermione's helpless face, turned around and left quickly, just like what he said, he went to stand guard outside the office door.

And what else can the female minister do? She rolled her eyes, put down the gun in her hand speechlessly, walked to the side of the bed with it, bared her teeth and said, "Why are you lying on my bed? Mr. Weasley misunderstood this."

"You still haven't learned it, my student." Su Ming sat up from the bed, and he came out of the mahjong parlor before dawn in the morning, and came to the office of the Ministry of Magic to wait for Hermione to go to work. Why can't the bed lie down? You must know that in the life of a mercenary, people can sleep in the cardboard boxes of dead beggars: "The thoughts of outsiders are the most insignificant things. You are also a leader now, remember what I told you. …”

"The greater the ability, the more choices?" Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning the shotgun against the edge of the bed: "I remember, but your choice is to steal my candy?"

"I planned to have breakfast with Howard and his family, but that family can't stay up all night, they went back to the company to rest, so I can only go out to find food by myself." Su Ming touched the student's little head, and now Hermione His hair is very smooth and feels good to the touch: "But fried fish and potatoes are sold on the street, how can that kind of thing serve as breakfast? I don't want to eat toast, and it happens that you have sugar in your office, so I ate a little."

"You won't feel hungry if you don't eat, and you won't suffer from malnutrition." Hermione took the professor's hand and took it away from the top of her head: "You must want to investigate me, but we were still in school a few days ago. We met in the Monster Universe, haven't you seen my fighting power now?" Mark

"It's one thing to be able to fight on the frontal battlefield, but it's another thing for the sugar in the office to be poisoned by the enemy." Su Ming touched Hermione's head with strangled tentacles instead: "This is what I taught you Lesson 1001, don’t eat food that has been out of your sight, even if it’s just for a second, the same goes for wine and drinks, how long has sugar been placed on the desk in the office? I’m afraid you will be drugged one day.”

Taking a deep breath, Hermione was speechless. Although her office was very safe, the candy on the table was indeed a safety hazard.

She was just because there was sugar on Principal Dumbledore's desk in the past. Even though it was a pile of cockroaches, she still felt that there was no harm in imitating it, but in the eyes of the professor, it was obviously not a good habit.

No wonder, the professor always takes what he wants to eat with him, and he never eats what others bring out, just being so cautious.

"I understand, I will also put food in the portable space in the future." Hermione stood up, pulled the professor's hand vigorously, and was about to pull him out of the bedroom: "But let's not talk about that, you just came today , I just got the news from Sirius that something called ancient magic seems to have appeared, and it has something to do with Hogwarts, I'm going back to school to have a look."

"Ancient magic... How old is it? Is it some kind of spell or some kind of energy?" Su Ming searched his memory. He didn't think he had heard this term in the Harry Potter stories. What is it? Deep world setting? Or... the enemies behind the strange hand did a new job for themselves?

Gotta go see it. mark

"To be honest, I don't know, this phrase doesn't exist in my memory."

As a super academic, Hermione is very confident in her memory. She took the professor's hand back to the office, pushed him on the sofa and sat down, then picked up the letter from the desk and showed it to him directly. The little mouth kept saying:

"The current members of the Order of the Phoenix don't know the existence of the so-called ancient magic. They should have asked Principal Dumbledore or Mr. Grindelwald, but the old couple seemed to have traveled around the world secretly, and there was no one there for the time being, so The members of the Order of the Phoenix wanted to find a solution through me, because I have connections in the French and American wizarding circles."

"Sirius still troubles you with this kind of thing. He is such a useless guy. He can't use his subjective initiative. Why don't you ask old men like Nick Flamel or Newt Scamander... ...."

This is the case in the magic world. When something mysterious needs to be identified, it is always necessary to find an older person to ask. After all, these hidden things cannot be found with search engines on the Internet.

The fighting power of the old mages is still a bit different. It can be seen that they are well-informed, especially Newt. He is also a ruthless person who traveled around the world countless times and took countless adventures when he was young. Su Ming thought it was best to take Hermione to the tomb robbery, to see if he could use the black light ring to wake up Merlin who had been dead for thousands of years.

Although he said so and his tone was very disdainful, he still spread out the letter paper and looked at the content written on it. mark

It has to be said that, as a member of the pure-blood noble Black family, Sirius's handwriting is not very good, it is really like a dog's planing, and he can only barely read it.

"Ms. Hermione Jean Granger, Minister of Magic, I recently heard about something called ancient magic from a dying goblin. It is said that it is so powerful that it can destroy the world. After my Investigation and research, I heard that it is related to Hogwarts, the matter is very important, I hope to meet and discuss in secret, I have stayed at the old house of Braque recently. Your loyalty, Sirius Ori Black."

The bored Su Ming squeezed his throat, imitating the pretentious voice of an idiot aristocrat~www.NovelMTL.com~ After reading the contents of the letter, his flamboyant expression made Hermione giggle, but she is still a serious girl , what I said next is also the business:

"Sirius is not that kind of person. Although he has some aristocratic pride, he is actually a good person. So what do you think, Professor? Shall we go to see him?"

"No, if he really has definite clues, why should he ask you? He has already gone to figure it out by himself."

Stretching his back, Su Ming stood up, strangled his pajamas into a standard British gentleman's suit, suit, shirt and vest, and a woolen coat of the same style as the New York gangsters in the 1930s. , very stylish:

"He wrote this letter just to ask for help. You are blind to that ancient magic now. How can you help? Go to see him now. Are you going to drink tea in the small garden and braid your hair together, or are you big? Sitting silently staring at each other?" Mark

"Uh, that sounds embarrassing." Hermione shuddered after thinking about it for a while, and her small face wrinkled.

"That's fine, let's go, let's investigate by ourselves and let Sirius wait. He is a subordinate, and he instructs his superiors to do this and that? Let me tell you, if he is from Kama Taj, I sent him to clean the toilet as punishment."

The Sorcerer Supreme may not be magical, but he's a good leader, and he's adept at torturing people.

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