Chapter 1684

Hermione didn't want to go to any "exciting place" at all.

Another school year, however, was seven years for her, and the professor taught her different things on every timeline.

Over the years, her understanding of the professor is also growing. The person never understands what rejection means, and only uses various means to achieve his goal.

He also gave her the status of "friendship Ambassador of the International Federation of witches". I don't know what the use is.

Miss Granger sighed. She looked at the headmaster's office on the other side of the eighth floor, and then looked in another direction at flivi's office. Neither of them seemed to be there. It was impossible to expect them to suddenly appear and save herself.

"Well, where are we going?"

She accepted her fate, because resistance was useless. It was common for her to go out in the middle of the night. She didn't need sleep any more.

"We said on the way."

The professor smilingly took off his tie and took Hermione to the owl tower, where they used to take off when they left school.

This is definitely a rare quiet corner in Hogwarts. Apart from the small lovers who are in love, few people will come here. After all, the excrement of hundreds of owls can't be cleaned up at any time. The smell here is very spicy.

But love is blind.

The speed of the cloak was very fast, and it became the color of the night sky in the darkness of the night, and steadily sent them back to London.

At night, London is still the same as before. Because of the tide, there are some slippery stone roads and some old-fashioned street lamps on the street. The place to arrive is a small square. There is no fountain in the square, only a horse riding figure.

Hermione looked around. She didn't come here, but she saw the train in the air just now. Then she compared the map of London in her mind according to the direction of the railway track. It can be determined that it is only a few kilometers away from King's Cross station.

"A piece of private house?" She asked.

Su Ming took a breath of the street air and walked to the row of buildings opposite the square: "this is grimmer square. We are here to visit a person."

"Wizard?"

"Yes, it has something to do with you, too."

The professor stood by the side of the road. Instead of aiming at a door, he faced a gap in the wall between the two houses, as if he were seeing something on another street through a narrow space.

Here are some old houses, the red brick in the sun and rain into a deep yellow, the front of the door is a layer of marble tiles, to still be clean.

Hermione pulled out her wand and hid it in her sleeve: "there's magic protection here, because I don't see anything."

"It seems that the order of the Phoenix has moved in advance..." the professor pinched his chin and did not directly answer the question: "but it doesn't matter. Anyway, we are just looking for Sirius. After you rehabilitate him, Harry Potter's Guardian becomes him. On the school registration form, he wrote his telephone number in a fashionable way. I called him to inform him We met here. "

Sirius was a rebellious teenager at school. He was the son of the Black family, but he was a swimsuit model addicted to motorcycles and Muggles, let alone the only Gryffindor in the family.

Many sorcerers don't know what a phone is and rely entirely on owls, but Sirius is so popular.

"It's not my credit to find out that mice are bad people. We all know it."

Hermione looked at the professor with helpless eyes. It was he who did it, but put the credit on her head.

Su Ming rubbed her head with a smile, and then leaned against the lamp post by the roadside with her arm and others: "this is also a kind of knowledge. My simple apprentice, ah," the fact "is not important to most people, but what people's general cognition is. That is to say, it is easier to change the ideas of a group of people than to change one's point of view. It is also a kind of utilization of conformity psychology

"..."

in the warm air in the early summer night, Miss Granger is speechless. Is it really good for you to teach children how to make use of human weakness?

And then out of the air in front of them came a middle-aged man in a brown striped suit with shawls and long hair and a coquettish moustache.

The man's blue eyes looked a little melancholy, and his aura was a little somber, but there was no doubt that he was laughing at ease.

"Professor Wilson, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I've got some delays here."

Su Ming also smiles and shakes hands with him, and doesn't pat each other on the shoulder like this: "it doesn't matter. It seems that you are in good condition recently."

"It's not the way it's going to be right now." Sirius gave himself a laugh, and he put his eyes on Hermione: "when I was released, I even thought it was a Death Eater's trick. Even if I came back to this old house, I would sleep with a wand... This should be Miss Granger?"Su Ming patted Hermione on the head and pushed her forward a little: "yes, she is your Savior. I hope you don't mind my saying that, but I heard that Azkaban is hell."

Sirius quickly shook his head and bent down to shake hands with Hermione: "there it is. She really saved my life. Although I can avoid the Dementor's emotional absorption through Animagus, I can't guarantee that I will be so lucky every time. Hello, Miss Granger. Thank you. If you have anything you want me to do, I can do it for you

"I don't have to. I just did what I had to do."

Hermione politely smiles and refuses. The other party's words are too full for her to believe in this kind of politeness.

"Do you like brooms or scooters? I can have it made for you. "

Sirius blinked and said playfully.

Obviously, he still regarded Hermione as an ordinary child. What he said before was not polite, but underestimated her present vision.

Miss Granger once again declined the so-called gift. Even though she had been injected with miracle serum, her balance and tolerance had been greatly improved, but she still didn't like brooms.

After all, compared with his own professor's flying carpet, brooms are very unsafe and not intelligent at all.

Sirius stood on the street again, exchanged greetings, and then talked about the business: "look at me. In terms of politeness, I should invite you to my hometown, but because of some unspeakable reasons, it is not convenient there now."

Su Ming handed Sirius a cigarette and lit one of his own: "I understand. You joined the order of the Phoenix and contributed your ancestral home to the new headquarters. Because Dumbledore is the Secret Keeper of the red courage mantra, you can't even mention this topic with others, let alone invite us in. Only the principal has the authority."

Hearing this, the Black family man's expression became very strange. He seemed to want to say something, but limited by the oath, he could not say anything, even nod his head.

After trying for a long time, he sighed and changed the topic: "what is the specific purpose of your meeting me here?"

"I found something about a Horcrux of Voldemort. Can you bring out the house elf? Or let Dumbledore come out and take us in? " Su Ming flicked the ash, and the fire of the cigarette end flashed in the evening wind.

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