The Magic Monk in the Second Dimension

While cooking, Xia Zhi also has free time to chat.

"This is the magic that Lockhart taught me. Although he is a villain, he does have a lot of accomplishments in household magic. Thanks to him last year, I almost memorized the Hogwarts library .”

"Professor Lockhart? Really!"

Hermione showed a look of surprise, then realized something and exclaimed.

"You still memorized the library?!"

Wouldn't the gap between himself and Xia become even bigger now?

"As I said at the beginning, it doesn't matter to me whether I wear the Ravenclaw crown or not. Hermione, you know how powerful the crown is. Many things in the world are not black and white. Even Ah You can't say that there are no good people who have been wronged in Zikaban. Didn't Hagrid almost get thrown in there?"

Seeing Hermione's pensive look, Xia Zhi asked Mrs. Granger.

"Madam, where is the flour?"

Mrs. Granger pointed to the cabinets above the kitchen.

"In the closet."

After recovering from the magical magic, Mrs. Granger realized that she had asked Hermione to invite Xia Zhi to be her guest, but in the end it turned out that Xia Zhi, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, was cooking for herself and the others. I'm a little embarrassed.

"Let me do it. Xia, you can go and chat with Hermione for a while."

Xia Zhi rejected her.

"No ma'am, it's not a difficult thing for me."

After more than an hour, the cooking is complete.

Mr. Granger cut off a piece of beef stew with a fork and put it in his mouth, the incomparable sense of happiness immediately exploded in his mouth!

“It was delicious!”

If this was some cooking fan, Mr. Granger would be out of his clothes by now.

Hermione ate a piece of fried shrimp.Although it feels very spicy, it is also very flavorful at the same time!

"What's the recipe? It's delicious!"

Mrs. Granger also nodded repeatedly.

"very good!"

Xia Zhi smiled.

"This is a Chinese dish, as long as you like it."

Xia Zhi's craftsmanship made the Granger family eat from ear to ear, the dinner was all eaten, and there was nothing left.

Finally, Mrs. Granger brought up the customized cake.

The three sang birthday songs and watched as Hermione made a wish and then blew out fourteen candles in one breath.

Chapter 53 Dementors

After Hermione made a wish, Xia Zhi also took out her own gift.

It was a platinum bracelet, worth about a hundred pounds, not very expensive.

"I cast protection magic on it, which can resist some evil spells."

Hermione happily hung it directly on her wrist.

Xia Zhi didn't say anything, but he left positioning magic on the bracelet.

If Hermione was in danger, he'd be there in no time.

At night, Xia Zhi didn't leave, but lived in the guest room of Granger's house.

The four of them watched TV like a family and chatted from time to time.

Where Mr. and Mrs. Granger can't see, the summer solstice will always hook the little witch's hand.

This sneaky feeling made the little witch want to stop, both shy and excited.

Hermione is only 14 years old, and the scale can only hold hands.

……

A few days later, on the Hogwarts Express, the little wizards met again.

They ate the snacks they bought from the conductor, and they talked about this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Ron said gloatingly.

"There have been four professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts in two years. I really can't imagine who Professor Dumbledore will ask to teach this class this year."

Xia Zhi glanced at him and smiled.

"Perhaps to let Professor Snape work part-time for a while?"

Ron was taken aback and shook his head quickly.

"Then forget it!"

But after a while, he frowned again.

"Actually, it's not impossible. If Snape is a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a full year, will we lose sight of him next year?"

Harry opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Since the last time, Snape now basically treats Harry Potter as if there is no such person in Potions class, and no longer targets him.

And Harry, who learned that Snape actually liked his mother, felt less disgusted with him.

It's still kind of annoying though.

Immediately, Ron turned his attention to Xia Zhi again, and said with great interest.

"Xia, will you use lightning to strike the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year? That's really exciting!"

Ron raised his right hand, pretending to be like when Xia Zhi used Palm Thunder.

"Crackling!"

"Hey!"

Hermione frowned and looked at Ron displeased.

Xia Zhi smiled and patted the little witch's hand, and said to Ron.

"It depends. Maybe this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is very reliable."

To be honest, Xia Zhi is also looking forward to who the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be this year.

The weather was not good today - or it had been fine on the Hogwarts Express.

It was raining lightly outside.

The raindrops hit the windows of the train, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

In the distance are layers of heavy dark clouds, and there are thunders from time to time.

Maybe it was frightened by Professor Xia Zhi's decisiveness of not saying anything else, maybe it was mentioned by Snape.

When the solstice was around, Draco Malfoy wouldn't bother Harry.

Everyone was eating when they suddenly found that the speed of the train slowed down.

"We have arrived?"

Hermione was a little weird.

"It should be a while, right?"

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of saluting and falling in the distance.

All the lights on the train were also extinguished.

"What's wrong? Could it be that the train broke down?"

Ron's disturbed voice sounded in the darkness.

Xia Zhi knew that this was the dementor coming to check.

With a cold expression, he walked out of the car.

"I'm afraid there is a bad look. You stay here and don't go out. I'll go and have a look."

Hermione reminded.

"be careful!"

In ordinary horror movies, Xia Zhi is probably the first to hang up.

But here, he is the greatest terror in the world!

Not long after getting out of the carriage, Xia Zhi saw the dementor.

It was a monster in a black or gray robe, with a rotting, disgusting smell as if crawling out of a gutter.

Wherever it passed, many little wizards turned pale and lost their voices, and their happiness and joy were sucked away.

Seeing Xia Zhi, the dementor immediately floated over.

But Xia Zhi suddenly raised his hand.

"Palm Thunder!"

Dazzling thunder flashed in the dark compartment.The thunderbolt from Zhigang Zhiyang slammed on the dementor.

"hiss!!!"

The dementor let out a painful cry, and was blasted five or six meters away by the palm thunder.

The sound was like the sound of wind blowing through rags, not very pleasant.

The dementor fell to the ground and seemed to be seriously injured, unable to get up for a while.

Xia Zhi walked over and stepped on it, and found that there was an entity under the gray rag.

Seeing that there was no one around, Xia Zhi's footsteps immediately extended a large number of blood-colored tentacles, which devoured the dementor within seconds.

The next moment, Xia Zhi's eyes sparkled.