Chapter 532 Preparation before the game
"It's over, Hermione."
In the Hogwarts lounge, Hermione, who was called out by her roommate, had not yet asked why Harry was When I looked for him at night, I heard Harry's downward but urgent words.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Hermione, who finally got into a normal routine, pressed her breath and said, "What happened?"
"Dragon, your assessment content is dragon. Every school deals with a pair of dragons!"
Harry was a little panicked-after seeing the dragon with his own eyes, he was rated as XXXXX for that creature. The magical creature has no doubts anymore.
He couldn't imagine how he dealt with the dragon. As for Hermione, he couldn't think about it. On the way back, Hermione was torn to pieces by the dragon. Screen.
"A pair of dragons?"
Hermione took a deep breath, "Did you see it when you and Hager went out?"
Ha nodded with force - if it weren't for Hagrid, he wouldn't have known Hermione was going to deal with such a dangerous thing.
The wood in the fireplace next to it was crackling under the burning of flames, but this could not bring warmth to Harry at all. If Hermione died on the field, it would be all over.
'Why didn't I stop her? Maybe I was wrong from the beginning. If I didn't help Hermione training, she might not be able to choose...'
The regretful mood began to swell up rapidly with silence. Harry felt that his head became heavier than outside. He was thinking hard, but there was no way out.
"The game is on the 24th, and we have several days to finish. There are four warriors thinking about this, Harry," Hermione suppressed her fear and tried to make her tone look like the past. Just as calm, "Thank you very much, Harry, I will get it done. It's much easier to deal with than the final exam."
After hurriedly comforting Harry and giving him a look of everything with me, Hermione found that she could not sleep at all.
Dragon!
She recalled the information she had searched for - but not many useful ones were useful. Since the dragon was killed by poachers and established a special reserve, there were no dragons in Hogwarts. Knowledge of kind.
But all the information available shows their power, powerful wings, magical skin, terrible breath and super high speed...
'Fourth graders want How to deal with one-stop! ’
Hermione sighed-although she began to adjust her work and rest, she didn't do it well, and today she had to stay up late again.
She quickly searched through the knowledge she had learned.
First of all, divination, astronomy, ancient magical literature...a bunch of courses can be ruled out.
There may be a way to magical creatures, but Hagrid revealed in disguise that the test questions are already the limit. If we think about the method again, even cheating is a tradition of the three-strong competition.
Poils, no, dragons can even eat poisonous substances...
Transformation, no, Taylor may be able to do it, but her transformation can't be done at all.
Curse...The mixed-blood skin is called dragon skin clothes that can withstand the curse, let alone those purebreds.
'Is it an impeccable guy? According to the information, they may be able to withstand the frontal shelling - but I can't get a cannon for Hogwarts, right? ’
This was obviously impossible. She sat in front of the fireplace in a tangled manner, staring at the flames, her mind was upset.
'It would be great if Taylor was a Warrior, he would definitely come up with a way - no, he would directly crush the past with a transfiguration... A single spell learned to the extreme...'
'But even if he is a Warrior, it doesn't affect me as a Gryffindor Warrior... I can't rely on others, the Warriors will naturally have to face difficulties... Think about it carefully, Hermione, you can do it...'< After a long cycle of thinking and denial, looking at the dim flames, she finally realized that it was already late at night. "Ah?" A sharp voice came, and Hermione turned her head and found a dodging elf.
"Sorry..."
She said as she added wood to the fireplace, "Sorry, Miss, I don't know there are still people in the lounge at this time, but the fireplace cannot be destroyed..."
"It doesn't matter, in fact, you can add it during the day. It would be too late."
Hermione shook her head, "I just can't sleep."
She was actually looking forward to chatting with the elf for a while-or something else It’s okay for everyone. The more she imagines it now, the more she can experience the terror of dragons and the at a loss about the future.
But the elf had no intention of communicating, and she quickly left after adding the fireplace.
The flames became hot as new wood added, and the temperature suddenly rose. "But it's useless... Dragons are much scarier than darkness..."
She shook her head mockingly, but an idea suddenly emerged from her mind.
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If dragons are dark, how did they become protected animals?
'There are few promising wizards who will join the illegal dragon hunter, which means that most of them are just the average graduates...'
'Then, there must be an average graduate. A spell that can be mastered is used to attack the weak points of the dragon... and I can definitely master this spell! '
She is now extremely grateful for her efforts during the summer vacation - although she did not master any spells because of this, nor did she learn from Taylor to bring things from the Muggle world into the magic world, but she still Pick up the logical ability that I had been practicing before.
'Then the question is, where is this weakness? ’
’This... may not be difficult... The book says that the dragon's skin can resist most magical curses or even evil curses, so that simple spell must be targeted at the dragon's undefensive place. ’
'Eye? Maybe, but can the eyelids still take effect if they close? ’
’My mouth is impossible… If even dragon breath can be resisted, the mouth is the most intractable. ’
’Wings? It feels much tougher than I imagined. I suspect that dragons may not rely entirely on wings to fly. The wings under that size cannot increase such a great power. Is there magic on the wings? ’
’So, where is excreted? ’
’The magic level of dragon dung, I feel like there is no way to do it…’
Hermione shook her head, but her thinking began to become clearer.
Then the next thing is very simple - just share your ideas with the rest of the people tomorrow, and then work hard together.
She nodded with satisfaction and prepared to go to bed.
But when she turned her attention outside the window, she realized that the sky had turned white.
'Merin's beard, he's staying up late again...'
Hermione sighed helplessly, but her expression was not very disappointed - although she had not reasoned out all the ways, she had a clue at the moment.
She is also a half-qualified warrior, right?
(This chapter ends)