Chapter 351

The next morning, HEMA got out of bed and planned to finally gather together what she wanted to bring. She couldn't take all her things with her. After all, there were too many suitcases, and it was not very comfortable to have infinitely extended suitcases.

But just as he was about to clean up, he found that Hermione and they didn't know when they had got up and began to help him clean up.

HEMA smiled when she saw the busy figures, so she walked gently to the bedroom of her mother and Hannah.

"HEMA? Why are you here? " Hannah also got out of bed and was sitting by the bed combing her hair. HEMA also stretched out a finger and hissed.

"Let me see mom. Don't disturb her. I slept late yesterday." HEMA whispered and sat down next to Hannah.

"Comb my hair... You haven't combed my hair for nearly two years."

"Isn't that because you won't let me comb it for you? You say I'm ugly. If I comb it today, I'm not afraid to make it black and ugly for you?"

"I don't have it. Hurry up." With that, he handed the comb to HEMA, who also took it over and gently began to comb it for her.

Hannah felt HEMA's hand passing through her hair and slowly raised a smile, but it was bitter.

"HEMA, I gave up."

"Give up what?"

"Give up chasing your footsteps, I think I can't keep up..."

"..." HEMA also remembered what Hannah told him last year. He comforted the other party and said that you have a good talent. If you work hard, you will catch up with him.

But they all know that sometimes talent is more than everything. There are many factors that will change it, so at the moment, Hannah's words moved HEMA's mind.

"But you said, I will always be your sister."

"Of course."

"Then I have only one direction left to work hard, that is, to be a good person and a good sister of HEMA Aibo, which makes me a lot easier... But a little happy."

"Yes."

"So, HEMA, work hard and come on. Everyone in the Aibo family is proud of you." Hannah turned her head, took HEMA's hand and looked at him gently.

HEMA also looked at Hannah and grinned. This time, HEMA felt that the other party had really grown up and was really a sister!

They said a few more words. HEMA also slowly withdrew from the room and walked towards the kitchen. Although she ate a lot last night, there were still some ingredients left that were not rinsed. Let's eat them for breakfast.

But as soon as I got to the kitchen, I saw a strange figure standing there, adjusting the stove and preparing to cook.

"Miss cahor? Why are you in the kitchen? "

"Cooking, everyone is packing up for you. I can't be idle. It's a gift for everyone." The other party also patted HEMA on the shoulder and picked up the apron next to her.

"Fasten it for me."

"Well, try the teacher's craft today." HEMA also picked up the apron and helped put it on from the back, but the next second he found that he needed to pad his toes to reach it.

"The teacher is so tall."

"That's what you need to consider. If you grow tall, it won't be so difficult." Kahall also make complaints about it, making him too embarrassed.

"But how old are you?"

"Yes." After putting on the apron, HEMA carefully and gently pulled Mr. cahor's hair out from under the back apron.

But just then, a hair just fell on HEMA's clothes. When Hermione was trying to pinch it, the long hair turned into a light red particle and dissipated.

Is this magic? Does a hair alone have magic? And it's not ordinary magic. It seems to be divine power. It's too powerful.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." HEMA smoothed her hair gently and tied the string around her waist.

"By the way, do you have anything you don't eat?"

"No, you look good. Other people should have no taboos. I observed last night."

"Yes." Cahor nodded softly and gently picked the broken hair in his ear with his fingers.

But this little thing made HEMA tremble. Did Mr. cahor have such gentle female force movements? Today is really a good day.

Out of the kitchen, HEMA was bored and went to the window. Looking at the rising sun outside the window, he seemed to think of nothing. Of course, the next second he wondered who would pick him up.

According to Dumbledore, there should be someone over there, and there should be one here, but which teacher is here? Professor McGonagall?

But before HEMA finished thinking, there was a roar of the engine on the originally empty road, but there was no car coming.

Then, a dark shadow suddenly flashed down from above. A motorcycle suddenly fell on the ground with a dull noise. A big man also slowly got down from the motorcycle, looked around, and then scratched his head.

"Hagrid?" HEMA was also stunned. Then she opened the door and walked out quickly.

"HEMA? Why are you... Using a spell? " Hagrid looked up and found that he really couldn't see a house.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, it should have been Professor McGonagall who came to meet the other party and then came to pick you up, but the other party seems to have encountered some small problems, so Professor McGonagall went there. I'll come and inform you first. It may be in the afternoon."

"Well, thank Hagrid. By the way, did you have breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"That's just right."

"No, no, I have to go back..."

"It's all right. Now the school is on vacation. Come on. It's a farewell for me. Later, Harry and Sirius may come too. Let's go together."

"All right." Hagrid also nodded, but before putting the motorcycle away, several figures suddenly flashed in the distance.

In the middle was a witch in black, followed by two people, a young wizard and a beautiful witch, but all three were injured, especially the old witch in black.

The whole arm seemed to be pierced by something, and the blood remained along the arm, and the wizards and witches nearby were also covered with blood.

"Help... Sir... Can we go to your house to hide..." the old witch stumbled and looked at Hagrid. "Hey... Are you Mr. Hagrid?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm khadiya. Professor McGonagall and we were attacked by the black wizard. She covered us and left first. Go and help her!"

"Huh?!" HEMA also suddenly widened her eyes. "How could it be? Who attacked you? Are you from France?"

"We're here with... Are you HEMA EBO? We're here to pick you up. We were supposed to meet Professor McGonagall at Calvin's restaurant in London and then pick you up here, but we were attacked by blackhorn. "

"Black horn star?"

"It's a black wizard organization in France, but it doesn't have the scale of Death Eaters. There are only a dozen black wizards, but they are very powerful and good at guerrilla warfare..." the witch nearby took over the words.

"Sorry, it's my responsibility this time. They followed me..." the wizard who had not spoken suddenly opened his mouth.

"Kraft, don't say that!"

"Well, Hagrid, take them in first!" With a wave of her hand, HEMA directly opened the secret medicine, and the door opened itself.

"Little guy!" HEMA gave a low roar, and the little guy flashed out of the room and flew towards him.

"Whining?"

"Can you feel Professor McGonagall's position?"

"Whining."

"Sure enough, it's not easy to do

"I'll take you there." Cahor's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"OK, no, why are you..."

But before HEMA finished thinking, the whole person disappeared in place, opened his eyes again and came to a huge factory.

Then a few strokes and several figures appeared around Hermione, Ellie, Aisha, Dogan and Astoria.

"Hey? This is the. "

"It's a battlefield... Get ready to fight!"