Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 742 Shocking Change (Part )

The rose stuffed in the snack box is a real flower. The person who gave it to Hermione has obviously done some magical processing on it. Each of the pink petals is delicate and delicate, and there is a sparkle on it. Like drops of morning beads flowing in a row.

There is no girl who doesn't like beautiful flowers.

Looking at Hermione who was holding the rose under her nose and sniffing it, smiling happily, looking like she couldn't put it down, Ron smacked his lips, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

Just as he expected after Hermione became a warrior, Hermione's fame is no longer limited to the school of Hogwarts. All wizards who follow the Triwizard Tournament know the little witch Hermione Granger. .

People were amazed by her intelligence and bravery in the first game.

Because the tournament is competitive in nature, Hermione's outstanding performance in the competition was especially supported by residents of the British wizarding community. For example, Ms. Romestad, the female owner of the Three Broomsticks Bar, after she saw Hermione enter , immediately took the initiative to serve butter beer to the three of them with a warm smile.

Ron's eyes flashed with sadness.

The Cho Chang that Harry liked was taken away by Cedric of Hufflepuff, so what about him?

Taking a deep breath, Ron tried to overcome the bitterness in his heart. No matter what, Hermione said that they would be good friends for life, so he should be happy that his friend became more outstanding and popular. Isn't it?

The smile on Hermione's face also infected Harry. Like Ron, he didn't want the bitterness in his heart to affect Hermione. He put Cedric's silly face out of his mind and was about to tell Hermione Say something, but suddenly something happened.

Immediately afterwards, the delicate stamens of the rose trembled slightly, and a breeze appeared under Hermione's nose out of thin air. Then, the gorgeous petals lost their color at a speed visible to the naked eye - withered - and turned into sand.

Before the three of them could react, the pink rose turned into a pile of ashes, falling down freely. After falling to the ground, it shone with the dust and disappeared completely.

"This is a prank, isn't it?"

The slight unpleasantness ended just like that, but Hermione also lost interest in continuing to stay here.

The pink rose Hermione placed in front of her, given to him by a fan, suddenly flashed a faint light from the petals to the stem. This ray of strange color disappeared when it touched Hermione's fingers. It appeared and disappeared too quickly. So much so that Hermione, who was admiring it, thought it was just her imagination.

The stunned silence lasted for dozens of seconds. Ron, who was leaning on the back of the chair, sat up straight unconsciously. He stared at Hermione's still stiff fingers and opened his mouth.

As Harry said before, they still have a paper assigned by Professor Blaine to deal with, and finding a way to survive underwater is always the most important thing at the moment. The second game is only one month away. It's time, and if she doesn't implement it for a day, Hermione won't be able to relax completely.

Harry blinked blankly, and he saw the loss flashing in Hermione's eyes. After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said,

"But I think...well, this flower looks like it was created by magic. Maybe, the magic just failed. Generally speaking, things created by magic will disappear quickly if they are not maintained by magic, right?"

"That does seem to be the case -"

This explanation was more reasonable and easier to accept, and Hermione looked obviously much happier.

"Maybe so-"

Hermione patted some ashes left on her hands, glanced at the snack box on the table, and said with a smile, "It finally persisted until I saw it-"

"Let's go--"

Hermione stood up, wrapped herself in a scarf and cloak, and said while packing the snack box,

"We can go to the library to do our homework first. I guess Professor Blaine's paper will take at least half a day. Then, we go to the physical education classroom to practice avoiding big dung eggs with Ron. Oh, sometimes I really I feel like I’ve spent too much energy on this class--" "You can give up on it, right?"

Ron said with a smile as he tied his scarf into a tight knot.

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron--"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Professor Blaine will expel me—"

Listening to Hermione and Ron bickering, Harry couldn't help but feel better. While his mind became clearer, he felt a little wrong, as if he had forgotten something important.

The three people walked out of the Three Broomsticks Bar one after another, and the cold but fresh air brushed their cheeks, refreshing the three people who were a little groggy in the sweltering heat.

The sun has risen to a higher altitude, and the pale golden light from the sky has dyed the silver-covered ancient villages and the endless wilderness into gold. Even the invisible air seems to have color.

The only bad moment was when the road on the ground became slippery, and the three of them supported each other and moved forward.

After all, the main road in the village was covered with stone slabs, so walking was not troublesome, but after leaving the village, the muddy ground between the fields would probably be much worse than it was in the morning.

Harry glanced at the Honeydukes candy shop on the roadside. He was hesitating whether to take Ron's suggestion in the morning and return to Hogwarts through the secret passage in the Honeydukes warehouse, while holding Hermione's right hand. A biting coldness on his arm startled him out of his thoughts.

Why are Hermione's arms so cold? !

Harry turned his head in surprise, and at the same time, Ron, who was holding Hermione's other hand, also turned his head and looked at Hermione with an expression similar to his own surprise.

The three people's footsteps stopped at the same time.

Looking at Hermione, Harry and Ron's eyes, panic burst out like an erupting volcano!

The color of Hermione's cheeks no longer looked like a living person, but more like a floating corpse soaked in the water. Her brown eyes were rolled up, and what he saw were the whites of her eyes. No anger at all!

Under the influence of magic, the messy curly hair on the back of Hermione's head suddenly became softer. But the problem was that her hair actually floated slightly without the strong wind blowing, which made Hermione's whole body even more... Like a corpse soaked in water!

"you--"

Harry only had time to say one word, and then--

boom!

On the busy commercial main street of Hogsmeade, Hermione's body, which seemed to be petrified, suddenly emerged from the inside out with an extremely powerful, dark-colored magic storm!

This tyrannical magic shook the air with tangible ripples. Harry and Ron were swept away by it and flew backwards without being able to say a single word. Then, this power spread to more people as they plowed the courtyard and swept holes. In the far space, pedestrians within thirty or forty feet with Hermione as the center fell backwards after being hit!

Wow--

All the glass of the product display windows on both sides of the road was shattered, and even the tiles on the eaves fell to the ground like falling rain.

"what!"

After a scream that was as sharp and ear-piercing as the wail of a female ghost, Hermione's body, filled with black smoke that was rising continuously, fell backwards. Her whole body fell heavily onto the wet stone street, her body twitching violently and Shake!

I--don't want to die.

The blue sky and white clouds occupied Hermione's blurry vision, and a tear filled with boundless despair slowly slipped from the corner of her eye.

(End of this chapter)