Chapter 393 Poor wooden pallet
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Let’s put aside the exploration of the extra light bulb in our head for a while.
The most important thing at the moment was to go to Hermione to report that she was safe. He had disappeared for so long without saying anything. You could already imagine how angry the little girl would be.
It happens to everyone. Think of a way to make the little girl listen to your explanation.
Speaking of which, I have thought countless times about the challenges Helga Hufflepuff will leave behind, but the reality is often far different from what I imagined.
It didn't turn out to be the test he had imagined. Hufflepuff's finger made him sleep for more than half a month.
Soul hadn't thought about how to explain to Hermione that he had disappeared for more than half a month, but he didn't expect that after walking down the marble stairs, he heard noisy footsteps and comments at the corner of the fifth floor of the castle.
Without any preparation, Soul unexpectedly met Hermione in the crowd as soon as he walked around the corner.
The little girl paused on the spot holding the book stupidly, blinked a few times, then raised her hand to rub it, with no concealment of surprise and confusion in her eyes.
Soul was amused. There were many Gryffindor classmates nearby. Soul didn't pay attention to them at all. Even though Harry, Ron and Neville in the crowd stretched out their hands to say hello, he ignored them. .
Sauntering forward, under the surprised gazes, Soul directly hugged Hermione into his arms, lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
"I'm back."
The little girl was confused, but the Gryffindors around her had already reacted.
"Wow."
"My God."
"Too bold."
"Brilliant!"
Words like these gushed out from the mouths of the young wizards, including some prudes who shook their heads and lamented the deterioration of the world.
Cheers and boos started immediately, and Professor McGonagall walked out of the classroom not far away.
"What are you arguing about? I told you, chasing and fighting are not allowed in the corridor..." Before she finished speaking, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly. She saw Soul and He hugging each other in the crowd. Sensitive.
After a few seconds, she made a fist with one hand and put it to her mouth and coughed a few times, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Hermione raised her head and reached out to touch Soul's face. The warmth and real touch in her hand, coupled with Professor McGonagall's cough, made her suddenly wake up.
A blush appeared under Bai Jiu's neck and quickly spread upwards. Soon, wisps of smoke appeared on her head.
Under the teasing eyes of the little wizards, Hermione suddenly broke away from Sur's arms, lowered her head and ran away in a hurry. Of course, Sur couldn't let Hermione run away like that, and chased after her closely, the two of them one after the other. Then disappeared around the corner not far away.
"What are you still doing here? If I were you, I would go back right now and think about how to turn the hedgehog into a satisfying pincushion!"
"Miss Granger is the only one in this class who can accomplish this!"
The little wizards immediately dispersed, and Professor McGonagall stood in the corridor that suddenly became quiet, shaking her head helplessly.
"What is the style, what is the style."
Then, she hurried back to the classroom, but she couldn't hide the aunt's smile at the corner of her mouth.
Not long after, it was still the eighth floor of the castle, but instead of the principal's office, it was in the room where everyone could ask for help.
Soul and Hermione each sat on a sofa. Hermione's little ears were still red and she lowered her head and said nothing.
Soul scratched his head. He hadn't thought about how to explain it to Hermione, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with apologizing first.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." Soul said sincerely.
"What are you sorry for me about?" Hermione snorted, "Professor McGonagall has already told me that you have something to do."
"Uh...actually...I'm going..."
"Stop it, I don't care what you do." Hermione raised her head, her eyes glistening, and looked at Soul seriously.
"But at the very least, you should tell me. Even if you leave a note, suddenly disappearing without saying anything is what scares me the most."
Suer was silent for a while, then reached out to wipe away the sparkle from the corners of Hermione's eyes, looked into her eyes, and said solemnly.
"I promise you, I will definitely tell you next time, and at least I will leave a note."
Hermione was a little embarrassed by Soul's scorching gaze, but also a little angry, she turned her face and snorted softly.
"Better so."
The small room became quiet again, and after a while, Hermione couldn't help but tilt her head.
The two people who looked at each other again laughed out loud. Suer breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew that this test was over.
"So, do you want to hear what I did while I was away?" Suer said softly.
"You can just say what you want to say." Hermione seemed like you were too talkative, but her sparkling little eyes said everything.
Soul chuckled, "Actually, I didn't leave Hogwarts, but I was in the Forbidden Forest..."
He simply told Hermione that he saw Helga Hufflepuff from a thousand years ago in the Forbidden Forest. Of course, he also explained that he fell asleep after being poked by Ms. Hufflepuff with her finger, and fell asleep for more than half of it. moon.
This was a careful trick by Su Er, proving that his disappearance for more than half a month was not his intention.
But Hermione didn't care at all why he disappeared for more than half a month, but curiously asked what Helga Hufflepuff looked like.
Because Helga Hufflepuff does not appear in any of the portraits at Hogwarts Castle, only a few words have been recorded in history books.
"Is Ms. Hufflepuff a fat, blond-haired, kindly old woman wearing glasses?"
Uh... Do girls always care about these less important issues?
Soul scratched his head, not knowing how to answer Hermione's questions such as what a Hufflepuff looked like, what kind of clothes a Hufflepuff wore, and whether she was tall or not.
I can only pick up what I see and say it.
It wasn't until the end that Hermione asked about the serious matter, and Soul was relieved.
"In fact, I haven't had time to see what Ms. Hufflepuff left for me..."
"But one thing is very intuitive. I feel that the seventh grade ultimate wizard assessment is no longer difficult for me. In short, I have become stronger!" Suer looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the small table in front of the two of them. empty wooden pallet.
"Just talk and don't practice the tricks. I'll show you."
Under Hermione's surprised gaze, Soul once again used the skill of silent and wandless casting to make the tray fly.
Immediately afterwards, the tray turned into a wooden-colored bird, flew around in the air and landed on the table in front of the two people. It chirped a few times and turned back into the tray.
Transfiguration is actually a magic that relies more on emotions than on spells.
It depends on the imagination in the wizard's mind. The clearer it is, the easier it is for the target to become what he wants under the influence of magic.
"I can also cast spells silently and without a wand." Seeing Soul's triumphant look, Hermione glared at him angrily, and then learned to focus on the tray.
Time passed quietly for a few minutes, and the wooden pallet remained motionless.
Both of them seemed to hear a few crows flying overhead, laughing.
Hermione's little face turned red, and when she looked up, she saw Soul covering his mouth with a smile in his eyes.
This made the little girl so angry that she pulled out her wand in embarrassment, pointed it at the tray and shouted.
"Wingardim Leviosa!!"
The pallet flew high into the sky with a 'whoosh' sound, and then fell freely. The overwhelmed pallet fell heavily to the ground to complete its mission in life, and broke into two halves.
Soul stared at the pitiful wooden tray in stunned silence, and then at Hermione, who had a shy and angry face.
I couldn't help shivering.
The most important thing at the moment was to go to Hermione to report that she was safe. He had disappeared for so long without saying anything. You could already imagine how angry the little girl would be.
It happens to everyone. Think of a way to make the little girl listen to your explanation.
Speaking of which, I have thought countless times about the challenges Helga Hufflepuff will leave behind, but the reality is often far different from what I imagined.
It didn't turn out to be the test he had imagined. Hufflepuff's finger made him sleep for more than half a month.
Soul hadn't thought about how to explain to Hermione that he had disappeared for more than half a month, but he didn't expect that after walking down the marble stairs, he heard noisy footsteps and comments at the corner of the fifth floor of the castle.
Without any preparation, Soul unexpectedly met Hermione in the crowd as soon as he walked around the corner.
The little girl paused on the spot holding the book stupidly, blinked a few times, then raised her hand to rub it, with no concealment of surprise and confusion in her eyes.
Soul was amused. There were many Gryffindor classmates nearby. Soul didn't pay attention to them at all. Even though Harry, Ron and Neville in the crowd stretched out their hands to say hello, he ignored them. .
Sauntering forward, under the surprised gazes, Soul directly hugged Hermione into his arms, lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
"I'm back."
The little girl was confused, but the Gryffindors around her had already reacted.
"Wow."
"My God."
"Too bold."
"Brilliant!"
Words like these gushed out from the mouths of the young wizards, including some prudes who shook their heads and lamented the deterioration of the world.
Cheers and boos started immediately, and Professor McGonagall walked out of the classroom not far away.
"What are you arguing about? I told you, chasing and fighting are not allowed in the corridor..." Before she finished speaking, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly. She saw Soul and He hugging each other in the crowd. Sensitive.
After a few seconds, she made a fist with one hand and put it to her mouth and coughed a few times, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Hermione raised her head and reached out to touch Soul's face. The warmth and real touch in her hand, coupled with Professor McGonagall's cough, made her suddenly wake up.
A blush appeared under Bai Jiu's neck and quickly spread upwards. Soon, wisps of smoke appeared on her head.
Under the teasing eyes of the little wizards, Hermione suddenly broke away from Sur's arms, lowered her head and ran away in a hurry. Of course, Sur couldn't let Hermione run away like that, and chased after her closely, the two of them one after the other. Then disappeared around the corner not far away.
"What are you still doing here? If I were you, I would go back right now and think about how to turn the hedgehog into a satisfying pincushion!"
"Miss Granger is the only one in this class who can accomplish this!"
The little wizards immediately dispersed, and Professor McGonagall stood in the corridor that suddenly became quiet, shaking her head helplessly.
"What is the style, what is the style."
Then, she hurried back to the classroom, but she couldn't hide the aunt's smile at the corner of her mouth.
Not long after, it was still the eighth floor of the castle, but instead of the principal's office, it was in the room where everyone could ask for help.
Soul and Hermione each sat on a sofa. Hermione's little ears were still red and she lowered her head and said nothing.
Soul scratched his head. He hadn't thought about how to explain it to Hermione, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with apologizing first.
"I'm sorry, Hermione." Soul said sincerely.
"What are you sorry for me about?" Hermione snorted, "Professor McGonagall has already told me that you have something to do."
"Uh...actually...I'm going..."
"Stop it, I don't care what you do." Hermione raised her head, her eyes glistening, and looked at Soul seriously.
"But at the very least, you should tell me. Even if you leave a note, suddenly disappearing without saying anything is what scares me the most."
Suer was silent for a while, then reached out to wipe away the sparkle from the corners of Hermione's eyes, looked into her eyes, and said solemnly.
"I promise you, I will definitely tell you next time, and at least I will leave a note."
Hermione was a little embarrassed by Soul's scorching gaze, but also a little angry, she turned her face and snorted softly.
"Better so."
The small room became quiet again, and after a while, Hermione couldn't help but tilt her head.
The two people who looked at each other again laughed out loud. Suer breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew that this test was over.
"So, do you want to hear what I did while I was away?" Suer said softly.
"You can just say what you want to say." Hermione seemed like you were too talkative, but her sparkling little eyes said everything.
Soul chuckled, "Actually, I didn't leave Hogwarts, but I was in the Forbidden Forest..."
He simply told Hermione that he saw Helga Hufflepuff from a thousand years ago in the Forbidden Forest. Of course, he also explained that he fell asleep after being poked by Ms. Hufflepuff with her finger, and fell asleep for more than half of it. moon.
This was a careful trick by Su Er, proving that his disappearance for more than half a month was not his intention.
But Hermione didn't care at all why he disappeared for more than half a month, but curiously asked what Helga Hufflepuff looked like.
Because Helga Hufflepuff does not appear in any of the portraits at Hogwarts Castle, only a few words have been recorded in history books.
"Is Ms. Hufflepuff a fat, blond-haired, kindly old woman wearing glasses?"
Uh... Do girls always care about these less important issues?
Soul scratched his head, not knowing how to answer Hermione's questions such as what a Hufflepuff looked like, what kind of clothes a Hufflepuff wore, and whether she was tall or not.
I can only pick up what I see and say it.
It wasn't until the end that Hermione asked about the serious matter, and Soul was relieved.
"In fact, I haven't had time to see what Ms. Hufflepuff left for me..."
"But one thing is very intuitive. I feel that the seventh grade ultimate wizard assessment is no longer difficult for me. In short, I have become stronger!" Suer looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the small table in front of the two of them. empty wooden pallet.
"Just talk and don't practice the tricks. I'll show you."
Under Hermione's surprised gaze, Soul once again used the skill of silent and wandless casting to make the tray fly.
Immediately afterwards, the tray turned into a wooden-colored bird, flew around in the air and landed on the table in front of the two people. It chirped a few times and turned back into the tray.
Transfiguration is actually a magic that relies more on emotions than on spells.
It depends on the imagination in the wizard's mind. The clearer it is, the easier it is for the target to become what he wants under the influence of magic.
"I can also cast spells silently and without a wand." Seeing Soul's triumphant look, Hermione glared at him angrily, and then learned to focus on the tray.
Time passed quietly for a few minutes, and the wooden pallet remained motionless.
Both of them seemed to hear a few crows flying overhead, laughing.
Hermione's little face turned red, and when she looked up, she saw Soul covering his mouth with a smile in his eyes.
This made the little girl so angry that she pulled out her wand in embarrassment, pointed it at the tray and shouted.
"Wingardim Leviosa!!"
The pallet flew high into the sky with a 'whoosh' sound, and then fell freely. The overwhelmed pallet fell heavily to the ground to complete its mission in life, and broke into two halves.
Soul stared at the pitiful wooden tray in stunned silence, and then at Hermione, who had a shy and angry face.
I couldn't help shivering.
