Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

"Focus."

Holding his wand, Ciel walked over.

"As you cast the spell, imagine that you are destroying the object in front of you."

"Accumulate strength, and then... release"

"bang"

Focus on one point.

Hermione calmed down and told herself this as she closed her eyes.

Then the next moment, she felt a huge impact flowing out of her wand, and then. .Bang

But when she opened her eyes excitedly, Hermione was surprised to find that the ceramic monster was still struggling to beat the shield covering her body.

"The momentum is good, but it's a pity that it was hit crookedly."

Hermione blushed.

Ciel raised his wand, and in the same instant, the ceramic dwarf followed in the footsteps of its companions and turned into powder that filled the sky and disappeared into nothingness.

Hermione got up from the ground, a look of disappointment on her face.

"Do not be discouraged."

Ciel comforted.

"Today is only the first day."

The little girl was not discouraged. She nodded, and the expression of eagerness to try quickly appeared on her face again.

Ciel knew that he had made the right choice. If it were an intelligent creature that could talk, or a beast that would make the surrounding area dripping with blood, Hermione would probably have gone on strike by now.

"Zi"

Although Hermione seemed ready to cut something to practice her skills, Ciel rejected this plan.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

He began to draw the portal.

The time in Oz is also different from the outside world, but it is much faster than in Wonderland. It is basically the same speed as the outside world. The darkening of the sky here means that it is also night in Hogwarts.

. . .

The two people who returned to Hogwarts did not notice that not far away from where they left, a little ceramic girl, less than the height of an adult's calf, was hiding behind the ceramic wall, with a small head exposed, curious. Look in the direction they left.

. . .

When Hermione returned to Hogwarts Castle, the first thing she did was to rush back to her dormitory and take a good shower.

After fighting outside all afternoon, the sweat on her body and the mud stuck to her clothes made her feel like she had fallen into a mud puddle.

"and many more.."

Ciel tried to stop her from behind, but unfortunately, the little girl grew up faster, and maybe her physical fitness temporarily surpassed Ciel, a boy of the same age. In the blink of an eye, Hermione disappeared.

Forget it, let the house elf stay alone for two portions. It is estimated that by the time she finishes taking care of it, dinner time will have already passed.

"Enjin"

Find an abandoned classroom, Ciel shouted.

Engin is mainly responsible for the Slytherin dormitory, but you can also call him outside the dormitory, because after other house elves hear the call, they will find Engin and tell him.

Sure enough, not long after, the house elf Enjin appeared in front of Ciel with a bang.

"What do you need, Mr. Diemer?"

Enjin said softly.

"I need dinner for two, delivered here, thank you."

"We are happy to help"

Enjin's tone was very excited.

Although ordinary house elves are not as open-minded as Dobby, they still like to be thanked.

They don’t like the respect contained in gratitude, but they understand gratitude as a kind of recognition, the highest level of recognition.

And grace. .

It didn't take long for Enjin to bring two steaming dinners, bowed slightly, and then disappeared again.

Ciel swept all the dinner into the space bag, and then took out a piece of parchment.

"Dinner is over. Come to Gryffindor Tower and meet me in the lower classroom of the Divination classroom, Ciel."

He folded the parchment he had written on into a crooked paper airplane, and threw it forward as hard as he could toward Hermione.

The plane made of folded parchment was naturally very bad. It only glide less than half a meter away before falling to the ground. But when Ciel picked it up and opened it again, the words on it had disappeared.

At the same time, on a blank parchment on Hermione's dormitory table, lines of text began to appear.

Metaphorical magic, paper airplane.

Paper airplanes always get the message out, just like drift bottles.

Originally, Ciel wanted to start the portal and reach out and hand over the small note, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. After all, there was Hermione's roommate there.

It seems that it is time to find something that can make instant contact. Metaphorical magic can allow Ciel to easily deliver messages to the people he wants. Even if there is no metaphoric magic, Ciel can use other magics.

But for Hermione, this kind of magic is a bit difficult. It's not easy for her to contact Ciel.

It's not that there is no solution. In the most prosperous commercial street in Paris' magic world, there is an alchemy shop called the Weird Alchemy Shop, which has some very practical gadgets.

I heard that the owner of this shop had received guidance from Nicoléme, and he was also the most skilled alchemist among the alchemists who opened the shop.

He has a kind of notebook that is similar to a double-sided mirror and Tom Riddle's diary. A notebook is torn into two sections, each person holds one half, writes words in one half, and the other half of the notebook will receive the words.

It's very useful. Charles can contact and manage so many confidantes. This special notebook is indispensable.

If only you were counting on owls. .Haha, this is scarier than checking your cell phone.

After waiting for about an hour, Charles finished reading two pages of magic theory again, and he finally heard Hermione's footsteps.

The little girl ran in.

"Feel sorry."

She said embarrassedly that Wonderland, Oz, and Hogwarts had different times, which completely confused her time and missed dinner.

"It's okay, I knew dinner was over, so I handed in two more."

"Recall"

While talking, Ciel had opened the portal to Unigal again, and a sumptuous dinner was already placed in the room that served as the transit station.

The exquisite log table is covered with the masterpieces of the Hogwarts house elves, including roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausages, pork chops, baked potatoes, apple pie, plum pudding, donuts, pumpkin juice and orange juice. .

The variety is no worse than what you get in the lobby.

"Wow."

As a little girl of this age was growing up, Hermione was already hungry and her stomach was growling. When she saw so much food, she immediately put the problem behind her and ran directly into the portal.

She picked up the orange juice from the table and drank half the glass in one breath.

Charles had been eating and drinking at the Gryffindor table for so long, and the two of them had long been used to it, so Hermione just grabbed a chicken drumstick and started to chew on it.

Yes, and she is worthy of being the beauty model of the future Miss Watson. Even if she is holding chicken legs with both hands, she still looks better than ordinary people.

Hermione's question about ordering dinner was fooled by Ciel. He didn't want to tell her these nonsense about house elves, nor did he want to join a vomiting club.

She can play with this thing whenever she has the energy.

Now it is better to do less than to do more. It is better to focus mainly on the upcoming plot.

Of course, Ciel wouldn't mind if it was the Mermaid Protection Association or something. .Those in the Black Lake don't count.

The silent ruins of the town were shrouded in tranquil darkness. Only the stone house emitted dim light. The light bulb illuminated the hall as if it were daytime. The generator was humming slightly. Next to the wooden table, Charles and Herbert were sitting. Min and the two little guys are enjoying their meal.

After eating a lot, both of them felt almost full. After taking a sip of pumpkin juice, Ciel asked.

"How do you feel about facing today's monster?"

"My performance seems to be worse than expected."

The little girl wiped her hands and was very dissatisfied with her practice today. She saw how easy it was for Ciel to release magic, and it was also very easy when she learned the spells of the Levitation Charm. She thought it was an easy thing.

result. .

"It's only the first day, it's nothing."

"I have also practiced magic for a long time."

Hermione nodded.

She was not hit. If this difficulty could knock her down, then she would not be a Gryffindor.

"When do we start tomorrow?"

"Old time."

Ciel took another sip of pumpkin juice.

Well, the effect was better than he expected. Originally, he thought Hermione wouldn't like such practical training. He had already made good excuses for tomorrow's practice, but now it seems that it is no longer needed.

Hermione was still confused, though.

"But... are we really in danger? Isn't Hogwarts the safest place in the wizarding world? Principal Dumbledore is in the school."

Ciel was silent for a moment. If there was only the main plot, then it would be true.

"Believe me, if that day does come, the situation may be worse than we imagined."

"Then do we need to tell the principal?"

Of course there was no need, because Charles didn't know what was going on with Dumbledore yet, but he couldn't refuse too simply, so he pretended to think deeply for a moment and shook his head.

"Not yet."

Because Hermione didn't know much about the fairy tale world and what happened to her, she didn't become suspicious and nodded vigorously.

She still believed in Ciel.

"Suck"

Ciel sipped pumpkin juice.

"By the way, practice a magic spell with me tomorrow."

"what"

Hermione, who was still thinking, was indeed attracted by this question.

In her impression, Ciel knew a lot of magic, so much that he didn't even look like a first-year student, but Ciel also said that this was a secret.

I didn't expect that there was magic that Ciel didn't know.

"Apparition."

"Apparition..."

The little girl frowned, thinking.

"A fee-based course for sixth grade students."

Ciel prompted.

"Yes, that's it. I've seen it in the introduction to the Ultimate Wizarding Exam, but you're only in the first year..."

When Ciel mentioned this, Hermione immediately thought of it.

"That's why I need your help."

"suck it"

. . .

Enchanted Forest, East.

The owner of the Silver Dance Shoes appeared quietly on the ruins.

Walking through the ruins in a daze, she crawled out of the mud and had to recognize a fact.

"We...failed"

She whispered to herself as if she couldn't believe it.

The castle has collapsed, the light of magic seems to be extinguished, the old friends have disappeared, and everything has become a thing of the past, whether it is ambition, power, money, or invincible power.

All vanished.

She wandered as if she had lost her soul.

But suddenly, she seemed to see something.

Taking a nimble step, the owner of the silver dancing shoes seemed to take a normal step, and also seemed to make a graceful dance step in the air. The next moment, she had arrived at an abandoned open space more than ten meters away.

This looks like what once was the castle hall.

But that's not the point. The point is that she saw a broken mirror on the ground, and there was a sharp sword stuck in the mirror.

This long sword was also the reason why it was broken.

The owner of the silver shoes walked over.

"Magic Mirror..."

"It's broken too."

she murmured.

Becoming more trance-like.

But just by this whisper, something seemed to be awakened, and a faint green slowly emerged on the surface of the broken mirror.

"Yes, is it you, Wei, great..."

Like an old TV with insufficient signal, an intermittent voice suddenly came from the broken mirror.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes suddenly raised his head.

"Magic Mirror, you are not dead yet."

"Yes, yes, yes, great..."

"Shut up and tell me what happened."

Although the magic mirror stuttered when speaking, its memory was not lost. It knew exactly what happened. In its stuttering narration, the owner of the Silver Dance Shoes gradually understood the whole process.

"I know, it turns out it's all because of..."

"Yes, yes, great, great..."

"I, we failed..."

"Even the Lord, Master..."

The voice in the magic mirror seemed to be crying.

But listening to the magic mirror's cry, the owner of Silver Dance Shoes seemed to calm down.

"No, we actually still have a chance."

Magic Mirror's crying suddenly stopped.

The owner of the silver dancing shoes reached out and grabbed the sharp sword that penetrated the magic mirror. She pulled it out of the ground with a strong tug.

"what"

The magic mirror let out a roar that sounded like a scream.

"Loyalty, courage, truth..."

The owner of the Silver Dance Shoes slowly stroked the sharp surface of the long sword, and traced the exquisite words on the surface of the long sword with his slender fingers.

I don’t know what kind of material the long sword is made of. Even if it has been silent here for an unknown period of time, it is still extremely sharp and its surface is as smooth as new.

It can even reflect human figures.

The owner of Silver Dance Shoes suddenly formed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"We still have a chance."

She spoke again, and this time, her tone was no longer confused and her tone became certain.

"Everything can be done again."

"Chong"

The long sword seemed to emit a rebellious metallic buzz, and a certain light flashed away, but as the owner of the Silver Dance Shoes turned his wrist slightly, it quickly fell silent again.

But with this fleeting light, the surface of the long sword seemed to reflect half a face, half a green face.