Chapter 247

In the underground tower, Hermione took the lead without the slightest hesitation. To tell you the truth, even if Marca came to break through these many hurdles, she may not be better than her.

As if she had already known the correct way to pass all the level puzzles.

Since the moment when she and Furong moved forward separately one after another, she has always hung each other in front of her. She won't rush too fast, but she won't let each other catch up.

After breaking through another level in a row, with the open in front of her, an empty and clear floor immediately came into her eyes.

On this floor, something is almost clear at a glance.

In the middle of the round room, a beautifully carved stone platform stood there. At the top of the spherical stone egg, there is a gorgeous crown with golden luster.

Hermione calmly flashed aside, then clenched her wand and stared at where she had just appeared.

Her expression was very focused and her eyes were very calm. It seemed that she had been very skilled in such things. She waited patiently, and the wand in her hand pointed steadily ahead. She knew that the target must appear soon.

Just as she was concentrating and waiting for something, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Looking at the other party's trance, it was obvious that she had not set her mind in the transmission of the flying road network.

Suddenly, a red light cut through the air between the two and silently hit each other.

"Bang!"

The other party was caught off guard by the impact without any tricks, and was knocked down on the ground by the coma spell.

"Armor --" except your weapons. "

Hermione's speed was only less than a second faster than the other party, but it was enough to disarm the other party completely.

A magic wand rose quietly and fell several meters away.

"Don't act rashly!"

Hermione stretched out her wand and put it firmly on each other's neck.

Until then, the raid was coming to an end, and Hermione pressed the lotus firmly on the ground.

However, at the moment, hibiscus did not show any panic. She just struggled, her eyes fixed on Hermione's face, with a very straight fierce look in her eyes.

Moreover, there is even a trace of confusion and dullness.

Hermione didn't care about Furong's strange performance at all. She seemed to have understood the cause and effect of the whole thing. She reached out and took out a small magic medicine bottle from her arms, opened the cork and poured it into Furong's mouth.

"Say! Who are you? Who sent you? What's the intention?" Hermione frowned and spoke sharply and decisively.

Hibiscus looked a little confused and kept twisting to get out of Hermione's control, but she couldn't get rid of it at all.

But although she resisted, she answered the question very honestly.

"... I'm Furong Delacour... My... Mother asked me to take Ravenclaw's golden crown."

She doesn't seem very cooperative, and her behavior is particularly irritable.

"Who sent your mother?"

"... no, I don't know... She didn't say."

"So, do you have any other associates?"

"... I don't know."

"Don't you know anything? The last question - is it the soul snatching spell your mother gave you?"

"... no, no, how can..."

"Hum!" Hermione snorted coldly, tightening her wand again. "It's all petrified."

The next moment, Furong was stiff, her legs and feet were close together, lying flat on the ground, no longer struggling and moving.

Hermione squinted, then touched her chin in a very masculine way, and then shook her head.

"The boy was right, and Voldemort was aiming at the golden crown..." she frowned and whispered, "well... It seems that this little girl is indeed Dracula. After all, vomit really can't lie... I'm afraid her mother is under the control of the soul snatching curse."

"Inviting the elders of the warriors to meet the children this time really led to the means of the dark devil."

Since there is no one else here, "Hermione" doesn't have to pretend to be so much.

After a little thought, she bent down and turned out a bottle containing blue special floo powder, then put a floating spell, carried the stiff hibiscus and limped to the corner.

Then, she used the magic spell to cover up her body shape temporarily.

Looking at his walking habit, familiar people can see at a glance that this "Hermione" is simply a fake of crazy eyed moody.

"Speaking of it, the little girl is really unlucky... But since she doesn't know anything at all, she can't delay... There must be companions outside, and her mother is definitely not the only one."

"Hermione" glanced at the golden crown on the middle stone platform, then took out the bottle containing the red special flyer powder and fell to the ground. The magic wand lit it instantly.

Then, without waiting for rescue, she resolutely stepped into the red flame and disappeared in place.

At the same time, in the center of the round platform on the ground, as soon as everyone saw the Green Magic flame, it suddenly changed into red, and Hermione rushed out of it.

"I abstain!"

She shouted, then ignored the slightly surprised eyes of the audience, quickly left the platform and rushed into the waiting room on the sideline.

Hermione, who had just rushed into the lounge, twisted her mouth, then opened her mouth and vomited, and a small fruit core fell on the palm of her hand.

She cleared her throat, but the voice line had changed back to the hoarse and low voice characteristic of mad eye moody.

Although he seems to be in a hurry, the perennial Auror career makes him very organized. No matter how urgent it is, it won't make him forget to put a magic spell on himself.

With a cool shower over his head, moody, who was still Hermione, immediately became transparent. When he was sure, he hurried out of the lounge and rushed to Dumbledore.

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In fact, compared with mad eye moody disguised as Hermione with compound decoction, the real Hermione is not much relaxed at this time.

However, the "difficulties" on her side come from her parents

"Mom! As I said, I don't like Harry... We're just good friends!"

In the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor tower, Hermione was blushing and explaining desperately, but it didn't seem to work.

"Oh baby, I mean... Maybe that... McClane?" her mother said with a narrow smile. "Don't be so shy. You're 15 years old this year. Think of your mother and me..."

"God! Mom, I don't want to hear about you and dad anymore..." Hermione couldn't help covering her forehead and couldn't say, "yes! I'm only 15 - only 15!"

"I don't think it's too early for a girl," said her mother, hugging her daughter's shoulder. "Although I haven't seen that Mr. McLean, that Mr. Potter looks very good today!"

"If you are satisfied, you should hurry up... Although I am reluctant to give up, if my baby daughter likes it, Dad, I have to agree..."

Mr. Granger's words sounded sad, but his face was full of teasing smiles.

"Hey, Dad!" Hermione pursed her mouth and turned her head angrily.

"Seriously, which one do you like? It's not easy for my father and mother to come here to have a look this time. Although many things look strange, my baby looks very happy every year?"

Mr. Granger seemed interested and continued with a smile:

"And... I still remember! Last time our little baby seemed to hide in the room and cry secretly! Who was that for?"

"No! I didn't cry!" Hermione suddenly turned her head back and argued loudly with a wrinkled nose.

On weekdays, miss know it all, who is always independent and self-improvement in front of everyone, is now more like a normal girl in front of her family.

Looking at her lovely appearance, which was both coquettish and temperamental, the Grangers laughed.

Their daughter is good in everything. She has been better than other children since childhood. But a girl who appears to be too strong is also easy to suffer losses - especially when she meets a stronger boy than her.

What's more, girls like Hermione are easy to fall in love with that kind of boy - although it's really difficult to find a boy who can convince her.

But now, seeing some signs, the Grangers are more worried.

For them, as long as their baby daughter can live happily, it's all right! But they can't imagine what happened to make their daughter cry secretly?

Although they were worried, when the Grangers found that their daughter seemed to have regained her mood, they vaguely guessed some specific circumstances.

Although they are now working together to tease their daughter, their real purpose is to meet the "criminal murderer" who makes their daughter cry.

Oh, all right! Maybe it's just a suspect, who knows!

"... baby, talk about it? What can't you talk to mom and dad?" Hermione's mother hugged her. "If someone wants to bully my little baby, mom can't let him go!"

"Yes, we can't let it go!" Mr. Granger added happily.

Hermione sat beside them, opening her mouth, but finally shook her head.

"No, Dad... Mom... I'll solve it myself, and... He didn't bully me..."

Although she said so, Hermione could not help complaining:

"Yes! He didn't bully me... Just because he didn't bully me, I --" she secretly "hum" and shook her head, "I won't let him bully me! I'm going to bully him!"