"Lions love to drink honey lemonade."
Uttering the command to the third-floor gargoyle statue, it spun around and jumped to the side, the wall behind it rumbling open, revealing a staircase that spiraled upwards to the eighth floor.The torches in the stairwell were all lit at the same time, and the light of the fire flickered as if beckoning her to hurry up.At the end of the spiral staircase is a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion's eagle's head, which still shines even after millennia.Hermione straightened her robes, reached out and knocked on the door, and pushed the door in, inside was a large and beautiful circular room, according to Muggle terms, it was a building-within-a-building, divided into two floors, the second floor terrace was placed with a globe and an astronomical telescope, and Dumbledore's bedroom was also there.On the first floor, the main body of the reception room and office, there is an oversized headmaster's desk with claw-shaped legs, and a mess of candy, various books and scrolls.On a shelf behind the table sat the dirty Sorting Hat, which hadn't been cleaned this year, and next to it was a glass case with the Gryffindor sword, and on the opposite side of the box was a meditation basin, and the Phoenix Fawkes perched on a tall, gilded branch.There were comical little noises coming from many corners of the room, the walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters, and a circle of sofas surrounded the fireplace in one corner of the room, where a number of strange silverware sat on the elongated-legged coffee table, swirling and belching small puffs of smoke.Hermione suspected that it was a magical version of the air humidifier, because the family still had a little money, and her father bought a humidifier this summer, saying that the air in Manchester was too dry, and it was left in Hermione's bedroom, and it was blown all day long.It's hot in the summer, and the humidity makes the whole body sticky, and if there's one thing that Hermione is most dissatisfied with all the summer, it's probably that machine.However, she also knew that her father was good for her, so she didn't say anything directly, after all, she spent most of her time playing outside or staying at a friend's house.Isn't she going to find a way to make some money and replace a few air conditioners at home, so that the humidifier will be a legitimate retirement?
It won't make the father sad, but it will only feel that the daughter has grown up.A thousand pounds is almost enough, which is converted into 200 gold galleons, why don't you take Luna to the secret room?
Let her sell the news and divide the money for herself?
Hermione felt that something might be wrong with her brain, and that she had to deal with people a lot in Beauxbatons, and that she had to be able to keep her head right, which caused her brain to spin so fast that it would sometimes give some answers automatically.She thought it was weird."
Here's Hermione, come and sit here."
Dumbledore stood up and waved, his gaze behind his crescent glasses looking very happy, perhaps because the joke Flitwick had told him just now was funny, and his beard was stained with tea.He motioned for the little girl to take a seat on the couch, where the professors were sitting around drinking tea, not only the black tea brewed from the magic teapot, but Hermione also saw a lot of colorful plastic bottles, presumably his own professor brought in Muggle drinks for everyone to taste."
Headmaster."
Hermione smiled, tried not to show her front teeth, and sat down after greeting the professors gracefully, of course, sitting next to the physical education professor, which was more secure.Dumbledore tilted his head and took out a handkerchief to wipe his beard, "I'm curious what Lady Maxime has taught you?"
You seem to have grown a lot. ”Miss Granger watched the teapot floating in front of her as she poured herself tea, but she actually preferred to drink the 'Wilson Herbal Tea' from the red plastic bottle next to her.She had drunk it a few times before, and it was a temporary reward from the professor when he gave her a class, and said that he brought good things from other worlds, and that he could sell 300 million bottles or something every year.It's just that she thinks that maybe he bought the machine himself to fill it, in some dark basement, like an illegal small workshop.However, her thoughts flashed, and she quickly turned her gaze to the face of the headmaster who asked the question, and replied politely: "There is a saying that Muggles and wizards are also social creatures, and in the process of constant contact with other different individuals, they gain experience, and experience makes people grow. ”"I see."
Dumbledore nodded abruptly and leaned back on the couch cushion behind him: "She taught you philosophy" Snape, who was standing on the side, was still expressionless, as if he hadn't even noticed Hermione coming in, staring at the fireplace all the time, as if expecting someone to emerge from the Floo net.Flitwick sat on the couch, the distance between the couch and the coffee table became a moat, and he reached out several times to reach the drink on the table, and finally pulled out his wand and used the levitation technique.Taking a sip of herbal tea, he squinted his eyes and savored it, then shook his head: "Anyway, I still think it's too early to let Hermione use the 'Time Turner', this is not something she should be exposed to at her age at all, and it is too dangerous, as her dean I must be responsible for her." ”Dumbledore held the Muggle bottle noncommittally and turned his gaze back to Professor McGonagall.The female professor was flanked by another infrequent dean, Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff, and the two former classmates were comparing their drink bottles and whispering something like an ordinary housewife comparing the value for money of shopping.The Headmaster looked at her for a long time, but Professor McGonagall didn't notice, she was smiling and whispering to Sprout, covering her mouth and shaking for a while.Professor Sprout was dressed in a robe full of dirt and blades of grass, and the stout old witch seemed very pleasant at all times, and no one could have imagined that she would be best friends with McGonagall, who was so serious in front of the students."
Ahem, Minerva?
If you like Muggle drinks, I think Professor Wilson would be happy to do it for you, but we're still talking about Miss Granger. ”Dumbledore interrupted their discussion with a smile and motioned for the students to be there.McGonagall was awakened, and she cleared her throat to look at Hermione, who was not at all well-behaved, though she didn't know what was being discussed."
I think it's worth giving it a try, and I'm sure Miss Granger has the intelligence and will to deal with the various after-effects of the temporal chaos, and if she doesn't even dare to try, it won't be the right time.""
Hmm."
The old headmaster sniffed, he flew over with the sugar jar, and grabbed a piece of squeaky honey candy: "Pomona, what do you think?"
”The fat witch rubbed her hands, she didn't seem to be used to this kind of too formal occasion, her gray curls shook the edge of her hat a few times, and she spoke more directly: "I think it's okay, she's a good boy, whether it's in class or in private, the children of our academy are willing to get along with her, I believe she has the ability to control herself." ”Old Deng blinked: "So, Severus" "I agree. ”He also wanted to ask Dean Slytherin, who was watching the fire, but Snape, who had his back to everyone, didn't even mean to turn back, and just threw out the answer without any explanation.Dumbledore nodded, and he returned his gaze to Hermione, and brought the sugar jar in his hand to the little girl."
Originally, I didn't know when Professor Wilson applied to the Ministry of Magic to assign you a time turner, but now that all the formalities have been completed, I asked you to come here because I thought that if you retreated personally, you could make it clear to Minister Fudge face to face, but now it seems that I can't keep up with the times since I was only absent for one semester, hehe, that's it, I have no opinion, I hope you can think more before using its power, and don't abuse it."
After saying these words, Dumbledore looked at Hermione as if he had let go of some burden, and his gaze softened even more, as if he was looking at his own granddaughter.Hermione blinked, the key question was, from the time she came in until the professors had finished their meeting, why hadn't anyone explained to her what a time turner was?
And it was as if everyone thought she already knew.Before she could ask the physical education professor beside her, the flames in the fireplace burst into flames, and a middle-aged man in a brown suit stepped out, none other than Minister of Magic, Fudge, with a beautiful brown wooden box in his hand.The professor stood up with a smile on his face, and pulled out a checkbook from his bosom that no other wizard knew, but that everyone in Muggles knew."
Is this okay?"
Fudge was obviously knowledgeable, and he handed the box to Professor Wilson, patted the moisture on his suit at night, and looked around him covertly, then breathed a sigh of relief: "It couldn't be better." ”