Chapter 160 159: Bald Curse and Soul Shadow
If Hermione was a little shocked to witness the existence of magic in this world with her own eyes, then the little wizard's smiling words directly made this little lolita with a little fluffy hair feel horrified.
As if memories from the past were attacking her, Hermione felt her scalp tingling and her back chilling, and she wanted to run away, but the only door to the outside of the house was in the direction behind Ian.
She looked back at the office where her father, Mr. Granger and Ms. Elena, were. The door was closed, so she did not have the courage to seek asylum from her father.
"You...you...what you are talking about, I don't understand, I don't understand at all." Between the two options of admitting and denying, Hermione chose the one she always despised, pretending to be stupid.
The law of true fragrance is still playing its role across time and space.
"You know that the person standing in front of you is a wizard, which is what you understand as a magician, right?" The movement of Ian raising the wand in his hand made Hermione's eyes freeze slightly.
Her whole body was visibly tense, and her panicked expression was obviously worried that Ian would cast a spell on her.
"You... you wizards should also abide by the law. In our British legal system, intentionally harming others is a serious crime among serious crimes."
"Article 18 of the Offenses Against the Person Act 1861 stipulates that the maximum sentence you can receive is life imprisonment!" Hermione obviously didn't just like reading on weekdays. She can even recite the legal provisions of the UK by heart. I wonder if there is also a reason for being quick to wit in stressful situations.
Although the little loli stuttered a bit at the beginning, she became extremely clear and eloquent later on, but her somewhat explosive manner made Ian laugh a little.
He felt that the idiom of bravado had become concrete at this moment.
"Who said they wanted to hurt you? You must be suffering from delusions of being persecuted." Ian deliberately made a contemptuous expression and put his raised hand on his temple.
"As your kind senior, I just want to show you the magic of magic." With that, the little wizard pulled out a silver memory from his mind.
"Should the word 'mercy' be used here?"
Hermione was quite obsessed with wording. Even though her eyes were fixed on Ian's every move and she was nervous and nervous, she still pointed out the wording mistakes for Ian.
certainly.
In the little wizard's opinion, his choice of words was not wrong.
"When you can enter Hogwarts to study, you will know how appropriate my description is." Ian glanced at the little Loli in front of him with deep meaning.
He found that he didn't seem to dislike pretending.
"What are you doing?"
Hermione's eyes were fixed on the silver thread attached to the wand - this silver thread was like flowing moonlight, and exuded a soft and mysterious brilliance like the brightest star in the night sky.
Just when Hermione was confused about whether this was cerebrospinal fluid.
"Of course it's to help some forgetful children recall her selective amnesia." Ian waved his hand, and the silver thread drawn from the temple on the wand floated lightly in the air. It was like a silver ribbon leading a mysterious journey, allowing Hermione to witness the wonder of magic for the first time in great shock.
I saw.
Silver threads were floating in the air.
Then it turned into little bits of starlight, covering everything around it in a dreamlike brilliance, as if it were some kind of paint that colored everything around it with other colors.
The boundaries between reality and fiction became blurred, bringing both Ian and Hermione back to the time they met that day. The vivid scenes around them made Hermione stunned.
"Oh my God! This is like a dream!"
Her little mouth opened slightly unconsciously, forming a surprised "O" shape, but she forgot how to close it, as if even her breathing had stopped at this moment.
Hermione saw the scene in the distance walking towards the divination booth with her mother, and saw another "little wizard" talking to her mother and herself.
Everything is so real, as if you have returned to the past. Hermione couldn't help but have many time-related movies pop up in her mind.
How incredible, how shocking!
From the perspective of a bystander, Hermione was like Ian experiencing such magic for the first time. She was so shocked and shocked that she tried to touch the telephone pole next to her to determine whether all this was real.
Not surprisingly, the magic presented in Ian's memory also has the essence of Dumbledore. Not only did the little girl successfully touch the telephone pole, her hair exploded due to Ian's sneaky tricks.
"Is this magic!?"
Hermione did not suffer from the pain and injuries that would occur when she was shocked. After all, it was just an illusion specially created by Ian. However, when she opened her mouth to speak, a large amount of smoke still came out of her teeth.
"No, this is the ironclad proof that you promised to eat from the table." Ian raised his hand and motioned Hermione to look not far away, where what had happened before was being played out again.
The little wizard was also presented in slow motion, as if he was worried that Hermione couldn't hear every sentence of the conversation. He showed his thoughtfulness and meticulousness as a future British gentleman.
"A very good suggestion. I also give you a suggestion. "New Principles of Divination" is a good book. You should probably read it."
"There is no magic in this world!"
"What if there is?"
"Then I'll eat your table."
Not far away, Hermione spoke confidently - seeing the dark history being replayed by Ian, the real Hermione immediately covered her face in embarrassment.
"Then I'll eat your table."
"Then I'll eat your table."
"Then I'll eat your table."
……
Ian played with the voice loop mode in his memory, and even added different intonations to Hermione's voice. This was tantamount to making a unique ghost video in front of him.
"Okay! I know! I know!" Hermione tried to interrupt Ian's face-to-face talk. Her eyes quickly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes.
But in the end, he was still stubborn enough not to let it slip off immediately.
"Do you want me to apologize to you? I'm sorry..." Hermione was also showing her craftsmanship, but her slightly stubborn tone did not show too much sincerity.
so.
Ian, who thought it was time to correct Miss Beaver's bad character, just restored the flow of memory.
"Oh, okay, Miss Hermione Granger, I remember your words. People who don't keep their promises will become bald when they grow up." He said to the Hermione in his memory.
Although Ian did not repeat his words this time, nor did he make a ghost "video" of his own words, Hermione was still shocked after hearing this sentence.
The mood was even more panicked than before. She subconsciously raised her two small hands to cover the top of her head, her slight trembling revealing her inner panic and fear.
"Is this a curse? Or is it some other kind of magic that will come true if it is not fulfilled?" The little Lolita, who had almost no understanding of the wizarding world, could not conceal her panic in her tone.
"Then you have to judge for yourself." Ian's smile was very stupid. He once again showed his ability to deceive people without telling the truth.
He believed that little girls who love beauty would not dare to gamble.
Hermione really didn't dare to gamble.
but.
Seeing Ian take out the divination table again, she widened her bulging eyes and looked in horror at the surface of the table that had been modified and covered with thorns.
"No! I don't want to eat this kind of thing!"
Hermione's throat rolled, and she felt that the little wizard in front of her wanted to die - forget about eating wood, how could she eat this wood covered with thorns?
It doesn’t just hurt your mouth, but it also hurts your stomach!
"Then there's nothing we can do."
Ian shrugged deliberately.
This immediately made Hermione feel even more uneasy.
"I don't want to be bald!" The little Lolita's voice was filled with tears again, but she still maintained her stubbornness, "I also want to learn magic. I will definitely find a way to solve this curse like yours!"< br>
I have to say.
Although Miss Beaver seems a little ignorant now, her inner confidence is still very obvious. She is indeed quite talented in magic learning.
Otherwise, there would be no talk of Hermione and her two useless men.
"You won't be taught curses in school, but I can recommend to you my transformation technique, which can turn this table into a delicious little cake."
Ian finally realized, "It only takes one thousand, no, five hundred pounds, three hundred pounds is fine, and then you will break the bald curse you have imposed on yourself!"
The little wizard didn't know how much treasury Hermione had.
He was a little careful in his speech. This was to prevent Hermione from suing him when she saw the visiting professor later. He was not afraid of any punishment but he had always tried his best to maintain his image.
"I don't believe you! I'm going to ask my dad to take me to Hogwarts!" Miss Beaver still remembered the name Ian mentioned. Maybe in her opinion, her dad would be able to send her to study.
This is a common perception among children from elite families. In fact, Hermione can become a high-ranking official leading the Ministry of Magic in the future. The fact that she comes from such a family will definitely have a positive influence on her.
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After all, there are very few dentists in Western countries, and people attach great importance to their teeth. Therefore, excellent dentists in these countries can barely squeeze into the upper class.
Under the influence of what he has heard and heard, he will naturally have a higher talent for politics... Just like in Hermione's mind, her father will definitely find a way for her to attend a magic school.
This kind of thinking will not appear in the minds of left-behind children like Harry Potter.
"It won't be this price when you get to Hogwarts..." Ian didn't panic at all. He didn't believe that a student like Hermione, who was full of thirst for knowledge, could resist the temptation of [Ian's Small Classroom]. In the last few months, he has expanded his small classroom to other colleges.
The so-called peach and plum school is nothing better than this.
"You just went to school one year more than me! I want to go out!" The image of the little wizard in Hermione's eyes was really scary. She even had the illusion that Ian had black horns on his head.
Little Lolita subconsciously wanted to stay away from Ian. However, she was running around in Ian's memory illusion, but it was so difficult for Ian to raise his hand to stop her dangerous behavior.
"This is just an illusion. In fact, we are still orphans..." Before Ian could finish his words, he heard a very dull thump.
The next moment.
I saw Miss Beaver falling to the ground holding her forehead. She had obviously hit the border of memory illusion, a certain wall in the orphanage.
"I warned you."
Ian helplessly helped Hermione up.
"You must have done it on purpose!"
Hermione finally couldn't help crying and started wailing.
"..."
to be honest.
The fact that Hermione ran into a wall was really not Ian's intentional behavior. His memory illusion magic was certainly not as good as Dumbledore's, so there must be an invisible boundary.
"I really won over you crybabies." Ian waved his wand to cancel his magic, and he and the crying Hermione returned to the corridor of the orphanage.
"I'll give you a book, don't cry."
Ian took out a copy of Lockhart's works from his purse. He originally had quite a few of them, but most of them were turned into toilet paper to wipe his butt.
To be honest, the toilet paper in the wizarding world really disdained him.
"What book? A magic book?"
Perhaps for other children, candy is something that can make them happy, but Hermione is an exception. She was immediately attracted by the junk books that Ian took out.
"Magical Me"
Just from the title of the book, Hermione seemed to have seen a fantasy world.
"You still have to lift the curse for me!"
Hermione hugged the book that Ian handed over tightly.
"Didn't you say you would find a solution yourself?"
Ian blinked.
"Of course I can!"
Hermione, who had always been strong in her life, responded immediately. Although she was still worried about her baldness, she recalled that the table that Ian had just taken out and put back made her even more afraid to make such a choice.
"That's fine. You can't complain after accepting the gift."
Ian chuckled and held the eleven-year-old girl in front of him - just as he expected, Hermione did not tell what happened before after Mr. Granger came out.
Even when Mr. Granger asked her what was wrong with her eyes, she just replied that there was sand in her eyes. At least in terms of keeping her promise, the only thing Hermione might not dare to fulfill was chewing the table.
"If possible, I hope Mr. Prince can recommend my daughter to your school. You can ask me for any compensation needed."
Mr. Granger had obviously guessed a lot of things. There was obviously a reason why he would donate a large amount of money with a wave of his hand. He seemed to have inadvertently let Ian see his donation while speaking, which proved to be a careful trick.
"You see, your father is much more generous than you." Ian said to Hermione first. Seeing that Hermione was looking at the sky and ignoring him, he turned back to look at Mr. Granger.
"If you can help us pay attention to families in your life circle who are willing to adopt children, I also hope that you can help my brothers and sisters a little bit." Ian knows that it is better to teach a person to fish than to teach him to fish. The truth is, he also knows that no amount of donations can be as good as finding a good home for the children in the orphanage.
"Of course it's no problem!"
Mr. Granger immediately agreed. He raised his hand and touched the little wizard's head, "You are such a wise child. It seems that Ms. Elena is right."
Ian naturally accepted this compliment happily.
"Then there is no problem at Hogwarts. Miss Granger will receive a notification from the college soon, and I will definitely protect her in school."
"Perhaps you don't know... I am actually a school bully." The last sentence of Ian's promise was meaningful, so he lowered his voice and introduced himself to Mr. Granger in a low voice while looking around. He used a very direct introduction style because he was afraid that Mr. Granger might not understand his self-proclaimed Emperor of Hogwarts.
"I sincerely express my gratitude to you." Faced with Ian's "self-revealing" remarks, Mr. Granger seemed not surprised. He may have already seen this with his "discerning eye".
Before leaving with an even more worried Hermione, Mr. Granger waved to friendly Ian and forced his daughter to say goodbye to Ian.
The reluctant Miss Beaver felt a little resentful in her heart.
"I will definitely find a way to lift the bald curse! I will definitely do it!"
She may have regarded the book given by Ian as a book for learning magic. Before leaving the orphanage with Mr. Granger, she still held the "Magical Me" tightly with both hands.
Perhaps, at this moment, Miss Hermione Granger Xu is still unaware that the worry about the "bald curse" may be the smallest psychological shadow in her life.
The haze under the crown of my mentor, Ian Prince.
It has just enveloped this little girl who has not even entered the wizarding world yet. Of course, such haze is destined to push her destiny to a more glorious height.
Whether it is a blessing or a curse... only Hermione, who will carve her own epitaph in the future, probably knows.
(End of chapter)