Hogwart’s Bloodline Wizard

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Where is this

Hermione blinked, all around a darkness, the space was faint and there was a weird smell of potion.

Sleepy little witch almost thought he was still dreaming.

Then the memory gradually flooded, and a scream that shattered the eardrum suddenly sounded in the empty classroom.

At the next moment, the dazzling lights turned on, and the dim classroom became dignified for a time. Hermione subconsciously closed his eyes and curled up the quilt at the corner of the bed.

“Hermione, did you sleep well?”

A familiar voice rang aside, Hermione eyes opened again, and Ivan was sitting in the corner of the room brewing a pot of potion.

“Ivan, why am I here? I mean why am I sleeping on a bed?” Hermione huddled red-faced, stammering.

Little witch vaguely remembered that he should be reading in the classroom …

Ivan put down his work, turned his head, and said. “Don’t you remember? You were too sleepy while reading a book and fell asleep on the table. I think you might be too tired these days, so I didn’t wake you up.”

“Then … what’s the matter with this bed?” Hermione remembered it at the same time and found out that it was indeed in the classroom.

“Of course I made it with Transfiguration Spell so that you can sleep more comfortably …” Ivan said with a smile.

“You should wake me up …” Hermione, with her arms around the quilt, said uncomfortably. Although she was wearing clothes, she was staring like Ivan while lying on the bed. There was always something weird.

Ivan shook the head, not at all, then go back and continue to cook potion.

Hermione also quickly got off the bed, but when she pulled the quilt, she noticed that her right hand seemed to be holding something, and it was a note when she put it in front of her.

Little witch looked at Ivan in a confused way. There were only two of them in the classroom. Ivan could only put this thing.

But is there anything you can’t say in person?

Hermione was very puzzled to open this note, and suddenly stunned after seeing the content,

[Restricted Section… 3th ranked ninth column bookshelf… “Dark magic decryption”]

What does it mean? Go to Restricted Section 3th ranked ninth to get a book called “dark magic decrypt”?

Hermione turned her head to look at Ivan, but then thought that this note would definitely not be for Ivan,

Who is that?

Looking at the handwriting above, little witch had a guess, and then Ivan’s voice came over.

“Hermione, won’t you come down yet? I’m leaving …”

“Um … ah …” Hermione hurriedly knotted the paper into the pocket of the wizard robe, then opened the quilt and got up to wear shoes.

Ivan immediately waved the wand, and the soft bed was twisted into a dozen square tables and returned to its original position.

The chairs, cauldron and potion materials piled in the corners also flew into the air one after another, and landed neatly on the table. The sound of ding ding dong dong was like playing music.

Ivan’s use spell in the clouds and waters opened Hermione’s side, and she never knew that use spell can still be so freehand and beautiful.

“Okay, let’s go!”

Ivan sorted out the entire classroom, turned around, and returned to the common room of Gryffindor with Hermione, before going to their respective bedrooms.

Pushing the door open, Ivan found that Harry and Ron were in the bedroom, and the two were talking about Quidditch training not long ago.

Hearing the noise, both turned around, and Ron spoke even more. “It so happens that we are talking about you, Ivan!”

“Say me?” Ivan was puzzled.

“I saw Captain Diggory of the Hufflepuff team on the training ground today. When I heard that you withdrew from the Gryffindor team this year, he was very happy.” Harry said.

“Even without me, they don’t have a chance! You are Hogwarts’ best Seeker …” Ivan pats Harry’s shoulder, he didn’t want to when the time comes Wood and suddenly have a thought let him participate temporarily and so on.

“Hope …” Harry shook the head. He didn’t have much confidence. Hearing that Seeker of Hufflepuff was flying well, he always had an unknown hunch.

Ivan vaguely remembered that this game would be disturbed by the dementor, but it was half a month away from the game, so I skipped the topic and asked aloud instead.

“Oh, Harry! Can your Invisibility Cloak borrow me for a few days?”

“What do you want that thing to do?” Harry asked strangely.

“I’m going to Hogsmeade village to buy some potion material and so on.” Ivan casually pulled a reason.

Harry didn’t ask much, turning the silver-gray piece out of his suitcase, a bit like a weird fabric with flowing liquid.

“Take it!” Harry handed Invisibility Cloak to Ivan and then reminded him with a voice. “But you’d better be careful when you go out! Professor Dumbledore said that this thing can’t hide the dementor!”

“Come on, you might as well worry about those dementors …” Ron said aside.

Harry scratched his head, remembering that Ivan expelled dozens of dementors in one breath when he was on the train.

“I’ll be careful!” Ivan nodded and collected the Invisibility Cloak.

……

At midnight, in the dormitory of Gryffindor, after everyone had fallen asleep, a gray-black mouse opened its eyes and scrambled off the bed.

Just walking to the door of the bedroom, Peter faintly felt how familiar it was …

Now if he turned his head, would he find someone staring at himself in secret?

The thought flashed through Peter’s mind, and then a deep voice rang behind him.

“Very good, you move very fast today …”

Peter only felt a chill linger in his heart, and he was paralyzed by a spell before he could even understand it.

Ivan skillfully grabbed Peter’s tail and took it out of the bedroom.

After finding out that he was caught again, Peter struggled in panic, and a question came up in his heart. Why should I say it again?

A few dozen minutes later, in the potion storage room of the request room, it turned back to Peter shiver coldly curled up in the corner, watching Ivan approaching,

“Wrahles, maybe you don’t know. My father and I are very good comrade-in-arms. We used to fight together …”

“Enough! You have to say it every time you come, and I will recite it. Do you want to tell me about Sirius next?” Ivan interrupted Peter’s words, shaking the potion reagent in his hand, and said again.

“Come, it’s time to drink the medicine. Are you going to drink it yourself this time, or will I help you drink it?”