Chapter 1648: ?Christmas is coming

"It has been decided above, you will stay at school during the Christmas holidays."
While Hermione was in a daze holding the Potions Book, the sports professor didn't know when he appeared in front of her and said such a sentence.
He looked very satisfied, and sat down beside her and drank a drink.
Hermione frowned. She flared her teeth like a kitten and said, "Why are you making decisions for me?"
"You have a choice disorder." The professor replied, and he took out a bottle of soda and put it on her head: "And not long after the incident, you definitely don't want Voldemort to know where you live, right? He likes killing Muggles the most. "
Upon hearing this, she immediately covered the bottle above her head: "Are my parents okay?"
"It's okay. You are the only link between them and the magical world, and the insiders of the student's home address are very reliable." Su Ming looked up and drank. Sure enough, he should eat mutton when drinking in winter. Drinking whiskey feels almost tasteless.
Hermione relaxed a little. She closed the potion textbook and took a sip of the soda. Only this kind of Fanta-like soda can make her feel some modern society.
She thought for a while, and the corners of her mouth moved: "Did the ring be dealt with last time?"
"You mean Horcrux? Of course, I know a few very professional'old' people in this regard, the kind who are more professional than Principal Dumbledore. They stripped the soul fragments from the ring... As for the ring itself, it is now hidden by the principal in a safe place."
"Can the resurrection stone really resurrect the dead?" The little girl blinked.
"No, the three Deathly Hallows are useless. The ring reads the mind of the holder and creates a'thinking body' between the living person and the ghost. In short, it is a ghost that can be touched. These created things have the appearance of the person in your memory, and the heart is full of pain and resentment at the moment of death. It will gradually drive the living person crazy, because it will only ask you to kill it every day and let it get free. "
Su Ming gave a very unfair answer, because it is the case.
The resurrection stone will torture the souls of your dead relatives and friends, the old magic wand always betrays the holder, and the invisibility cloak is not immune to sensitive creatures such as dogs.
"Horcrux..."
Hermione murmured against the wall. Fortunately, the castle was often cleaned by elves. The wall did not stain her black robe, but the blue scarf was stained with debris between the bricks:
"Why did Voldemort want to split his soul to do this? I used your approval note to check the banned book. The book says that creating a Horcrux requires not only the pain of death, but it may even directly wipe the soul of the caster."
The death knell cocked Erlang's legs and leaned his sturdy back against the wall: "It is true. It is said that the success rate is terribly low, but Voldemort has succeeded many times. I can only guess that he may have special cutting skills."
"How many times?" Hermione shook her head, which sounded too risky.
"Seven times, he has a total of seven Horcruxes. As long as the Horcruxes are immortal, the fragments of his soul can be resurrected at any time." The professor was very relaxed about this. He seemed to care about it when he said these things: The immortal has severely damaged his body, and he can no longer split into new Horcruxes. We just need to be careful that he once again possesses other people."
Hermione covered her head. She didn't know why Voldemort liked the number seven, but she cared more about exams:
"Keiro is dead. We still don't have a teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. What about the final exam?"
"After the winter vacation, a new teacher will take up the post. As for the exam? What you have taught yourself is enough."
Su Ming waved her hand, and Hermione just loved learning too much and she was useless.
There is still half a year to take the exam before the summer vacation. Now think about those who are not afraid of hair loss?
"Come on, walk with me on the eighth floor, don't always sit here." He pulled her up from the stool and walked straight to a huge tapestry.
Hermione turned into a numb look again, and put the textbook back in the space bag: "You taught me to drive the excavator last night. My arms are all soft now and I have overworked!"
"Oh, I am also for your own good. Have you ever thought about it. If you can't find a suitable wizard job after graduating, what kind of life will you depend on then? You have to eat? Learn the necessary skills of excavators, which are necessary for the future. If I can’t, I can go to a Muggle construction site to find a job, and I won’t die from starvation."
"..."
Upon hearing such righteous words, the little girl was speechless, thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was some truth.
Yes, she has seen several people who are unemployed after graduation. These are the "slave workers" in Wilson's automatic magic wand shop. Before working for a professor, they were all unemployed people who were gnawing at home and had a better social status than domestic ones. The elf is not as good.
Although I am not Gryffindor, but a better Ravenclaw, this is not a guarantee of getting a good job after graduation.
What if?
She was silent for a while, raised her head and blinked her eyes: "Professor, I still want to learn electric welding."
The professor smiled, and a big warm hand fell on her head: "Well, electric cutting is sometimes useful. When the weather is warmer, I will teach you how to shave someone's head with a long knife. Beauty salons are also a craft. "
Hermione always feels something is wrong...
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The master and apprentice walked in the corridor for a while, during which there were warm conversations from time to time, and soon they came to the tapestry where the giant stick hit the silly Bonaparte.
The giant monsters in these pictures are wearing pink skirts, dancing ballet, while tapping a man on the head with a stick like a tree in his hand.
Hermione thought it was a bit cruel, but the wizards regarded it as a joke, and no one cared why the tapestry was here.
She doesn't like giant monsters. After Halloween, she has itchy hands when she sees giant monsters. She wants to pull out a gun to prove that her brain was not blank because of fear.
At this time, she heard the professor’s question. While pulling her to walk around the tapestry, as if admiring the painting, she asked:
If I give you a valuable treasure, everyone wants to it, and you Can't save it in Gringa, what will you do?"
The girl touched her hair and tidied up the place that was tossed by the professor: "Then I need a place to hide things~EbookFREE.me~ The professor did not answer, but walked back and forth three times with her still thinking. Turning back, suddenly, a door that I had never seen before appeared on the wall.
It was very smooth and not very big, but it opened a small slit, and it looked like it was beckoning Hermione in.
The girl looked at the professor, and the professor looked surprised: "I've heard of many more secrets at Hogwarts, Hermione, you may have discovered one of them today."
"Is it safe?" She was ready to move. After the last expedition, she found that she fell in love with the feeling of exploring.
Su Ming stretched out his hand and opened the door. There is a black hole inside, and nothing can be seen outside: "I'm here and you will be fine. As for what it is, just go in and see?"
"Fluorescence flickers!"
Hermione drew out her wand as a lighting, and reached into her pocket with the other hand to touch the handle of the shotgun, and dived into the mysterious room.
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