Chapter 175 Advanced

In the early morning of Hogwarts, everyone was eating breakfast on the long table. The aroma of milk and butter bread smelled very comfortable. Owls kept coming in and out from the open windows, and they dropped packages on every little wizard’s before.

Hermione Granger was holding a book called Quidditch and read the flight instructions to the boys. Ron and Harry were obviously not interested, only Neville was engrossed in listening to everything she said. However, the arrival of the postman interrupted her speech, and an owl fell in front of Neville, and at the same time Draco Malfoy received a package on Slytherin’s long table with a lot of sugar in it. .

"This is a memory ball!" Neville explained after unpacking the package. "Grandma knows that I always have no memory. It will tell you if there is something you forgot to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this , If it turns red, oh!" He stretched his face suddenly, because the memory ball was suddenly red and shiny, "You just forget something."

  Neville desperately recalled what he had forgotten, and at this moment, Draco Malfoy passed by the dining table of the Gryffindor Yard and slammed the memory ball out of his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped up. For some reason, they somewhat hoped to have a fight with Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall was always more keenly aware of something wrong than other teachers, and she blinked. Time appeared.

  "What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall asked.

   "Malfoy grabbed my memory ball, Professor." Neville said.

   Malfoy grumbled, and quickly threw the memory ball back onto the table.

   "Wait and see." Malfoy hurried away after speaking, with Crabbe and Gore following close behind.

   "Hermione Granger!" A short child witch appeared at Hefpaff's long table, looking at her somewhat displeasedly, "I said to clear up distracting thoughts, what are you doing now?"

"I'm sorry." Hermione apologized, and the two returned to the private banquet room of Dean St. Mungo, which was in line with the style that nobles liked. The round room was covered with luxurious carpets and the floor-to-ceiling windows led directly to the atrium garden. At this time the snow had stopped, and it was white everywhere, but no one felt cold, because the fireplace in the house was lit.

   "Why are you suddenly unable to resist the psychic mind?" Pomona asked Hermione who was sitting on the opposite chair.

   "You mentioned Gore just now, and I think of Crabbe." Hermione said sadly, "He was burned to death by a fierce curse in the responsive room."

"It's very painful for a young man to die, but I don't think this is the reason why you think of that scene." Pomona curled up her gray hair. "You think you should be paid attention to, but you are snatched by Neville. Is it in the limelight?"

  Hermione pursed her mouth in frustration.

"You are a loyal girl. I saw it in the adventure with Harry, so I have a secret to tell you, but your Occlumency is not good enough. I can't tell you for the time being. It's time. As you know, Neville is also a special child. The task given to me by Dumbledore is to protect him. You don’t need to be jealous of him. I just found out that you paid attention to Draco several times. Can I ask you why? ?"

  The handsome boy can indeed attract the girl's attention, and Pomona hopes that Hermione will not be stupid. It is impossible for Platinum Malfoy to be with her.

   "He always receives the package." Hermione copied her hands and said angrily, "I haven't received it once after so many years of studying."

Hermione’s parents are Muggles. They don’t believe that owls can deliver letters and parcels anyway. They trust the postman more than a bird. In fact, there are wizards in the post office, but Hermione’s parents didn’t even once. Sent.

   "Where is your pink dress?"

  "My mother and I bought it in advance. Harry and Ron went to watch the Quidditch World Cup." Hermione looked puzzled. "Why do boys like Quidditch?"

  Pomona remembered another question. Neville hadn't rode a broomstick, never once. Severus had at least Death Eater flying skills. It seemed necessary to teach him to ride Ye Qi in the future.

   "I'm more interested in Quidditch athletes." Pomona said listlessly, "There is still a ball."

   "So it became your dream to dance with Victor at the Christmas ball?" Hermione said triumphantly.

   "Not necessarily." Pomona raised her chin proudly. "I have also participated in a gorgeous dance party."

   "With Professor Snape?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

   "Do you want to see my dress?"

   "Of course!!!" Hermione jumped up excitedly.

   So Pomona took out the silver-white dress like moonlight, and Hermione immediately covered her mouth in surprise.

   "It's so beautiful." She clutched her chest and said, "My pink dress I liked very much, but it always reminds me of Umbridge."

   "This may be your connection, pink." Pomona looked at the dress, and she wanted to wear it again. "Have you kissed Ron under the parasite?"

"No, How about you?"

  Pomona smirked and nodded.

   "Oh, you and Professor Snape are too adults, I think I'm still a kid." Hermione said frustratedly, "Especially Ron, he seems to be a little grown up."

   "When he was silly, you never saw him asking me to go to a dance party on Christmas. He actually told me not to waste your beauty." Pomona smiled and shook her head. "What a idiot."

   "Ron said, you are a girl, it's too pitiful to go to the prom by yourself." Hermione's face became even more ugly.

"How about making this Christmas romantic?" Pomona eagerly tried to encourage Hermione. "You put on that pink dress again and dance with Ron under the parasite. Don't let him wear the last one this time. The robes are gone."

  Hermione came to the spirit "This is really a good idea."

   "Can you plant a curse? I can teach you, you just need to buy some seeds of the parasite."

  Hermione smiled so sweetly.

   "Feel better?" Pomona asked.

  Hermione nodded.

  "This time your problem is emotional. Let's try again. You have to clear up distracting thoughts and keep your head calm, just like you usually do."

   "I heard that you are going to reward Malfoy. What is my reward?" Hermione also started asking for the prize.

   "How about the spawning spell I just told you about?"

   "Is there anything I need to pay attention to to spawn magic?"

"First of all, first, don’t let plants squeeze you out. Plant growth has no limit. You can absorb as much magic power as you have. You see, my academy is all in droves. That’s because of many things. Teamwork is necessary, and things that cannot be done by one person can be done by hundreds of people working together."

  Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

  "You have read a lot of books. I will test you. In the Book of Spells, there is a witch named Delfina Kripp, who invented the Cutting Spell..."

   "I know her, she is a tailor." Hermione said immediately.

"Yes, she was a witch who was active in London in the 15th century. Unfortunately, the dresses and cloaks she made were so beautiful that they aroused the jealousy of other tailors. One of her opponents was Muggle, who was disguised as Kriepp. The apprentice working in her shop was actually spying on her secrets. When he found out that Creep had used a magic wand to cut intricate patterns, he brought a group of people to arrest her the next day and wanted to send her to her. She was forced to a dead end, and she was **** with her hands. She didn't even have a magic wand in her hands. Her opponent was a group of strong men. Do you know how she got out of trouble?"

   "Disguise." Hermione looked at Pomona's face. "She disguised her wand as a wart on her chin, tricked the Muggles and said she was going to scratch it, and then she apparated her with a bag of gold."

"Then, that Muggle tailor can no longer make a piece of clothing. The clothes he made will become fragments and eventually die of madness, because he believes that he is always followed by a pair of scissors. He is obviously in the dark. Do you think Creep did it right or wrong?"

  Hermione's eyes flashed with complicated expressions.

   "Patient mind!" Pomona suddenly raised her wand.

  Just as she was about to enter Hermione's brain, she was squeezed out when she saw some pictures, Hermione's face turned pale.

   "Nice work, Hermione, I can see that you work hard, much better than Harry."

   "You attacked me!" Hermione looked at her incredulously.

"What do you think Occlumency is learned for? It is used to cope with the interrogation. During the interrogation, all means will be used, including Veritaserum." Pomona put a smile away and said coldly, "I think we can Enter the next stage, my dear, you will be disturbed by me, you will be attacked at any time, concentrate, Hermione."

   "Come on." Hermione gritted her teeth and said in a cold sweat, looking serious.

  (End of this chapter)