[HP] love

"What you said is true. Professor Snape really hates Potter."

"I think the professor's hobby of dead people is not within the scope of Mr. Stoke's jurisdiction." Before Hermione could express his opinion, Snape's unique voice sounded eerie behind the two of them.Hill and Hermione's expressions changed instantly, and they turned around to see Professor Snape staring at them with a gloomy expression.

Hermione shivered violently, and looked at the professor in horror.

Glancing at her faintly, Snape slid out indifferent words with his mouth slightly open: "Five points from Gryffindor for talking about the professor behind Miss Granger's back. And you, Mr. Stoke," his He turned his head to Hill's side, "Don't forget about the labor service tonight." After speaking, he left the two stunned people behind, turned around and strode away.

Looking at each other, Hill just wanted to comfort Hermione, but found that she was looking at him with sympathy, and the words she wanted to say instantly choked in her throat.

"He's too much, isn't he?" Seeing that the other party seemed to know what she was thinking, Hermione's eyes wandered, looking for topics in embarrassment.

"The dean is indeed strict sometimes." Hill had to explain for the professor.

"Although I also think that you can't doubt a professor casually, but now I have to wonder, Hill, did you offend him somewhere? You are a Slytherin!" Another voice came in, and Hill turned his head. Look, it's Cedric, whom I haven't seen for a long time!

"Diggory..." Hill looked at his friend with some helplessness, maybe no one likes that "greasy old bat" except Slytherin himself, oh, this is what the Weasley brothers gave Professor Snape nickname.

"Hello, dear Miss Granger." Cedric ignored Hill's disapproval and bowed to Hermione, "I've heard of Gryffindor's wise star, I'm Hedge Cedric Diggory of Patch, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Diggory." Hermione looked at Cedric a little shyly. In terms of appearance, he was different from Hill's handsomeness. He really fit the feeling of Prince Charming, handsome and majestic.

"Hill, we've known each other for three full years, you shouldn't continue to call me Digory! Even if I'm not as friendly as Ced, at least I'm still Cedric!" Cedric sat down next to Hill, complaining. .

"I want to know, Gryffindor's star of wisdom, what is that?" Hill obviously didn't want to pick up that topic.

"Don't you know? It's Miss Granger's code name in Hufflepuff, just like the 'Miss Know-It-All' you Slytherins take! Clever Granger deserves the title, doesn't he?" Sedry C. nodded to Hermione as a matter of course, and she became even more shy.

"So, is Mr. Cedric coming to the library to wait for a beautiful encounter?" Seeing the state of the two, Hill pouted and asked.

"Oh, of course not!" Cedric sat up straight all of a sudden, "I came here specially to find you!"

"What's the matter?" Hill was puzzled. He had asked Cedric's study group for leave, but apart from this, there seemed to be no other things that could make Cedric come to him specially.

"Of course, the mirror you used last time was the miniature version of the Mirror of Erised. How is it done?"

"Mirror of Erised?" Before Hill could say anything, Hermione stood up excitedly, and looked at the two of them with bright eyes, "Is that the mirror that can clearly see what you want in your heart?"

"As expected of Miss Granger," Cedric said with a look of admiration, "you will only learn this mirror when you are in the third grade. I didn't expect you to know it."

"It's not as good as you imagined, I just happened to hear about this mirror." Hermione was a little embarrassed. "Did you make the Mirror of Erised?" She obviously found this incredible.

"Of course not." Hill replied stiffly.

"Haha, yes, of course not," Cedric seemed to be amused by Hermione's innocence, "We don't have the strength to create such advanced alchemy items, but Hill has made a mirror with similar functions. He blinked. "Genius too, isn't it?"

With a dark face, Hill noticed that Hermione was looking at him with admiring eyes, "It's actually not as difficult as you think." He barely uttered this sentence.

"Oh, Hill, don't be shy!" Seemingly mocking his reserve, Cedric looked at Hill jokingly, "You are already amazing, at least I haven't seen any fourth graders who can do that." Come up with this." Seeing that Hill was silent, he became even more excited, and leaned forward to rub against the other side, "So, you really made it? Oh, then you must give me one, you know, since Qiu Zi I’ve heard this and mentioned it to me several times!”

Hill sighed, "Okay, I will give you one. After all, the Christmas gift you gave me helped me a lot." Seeing Cedric's satisfied expression, he had to give him another Strike: "However, there is still a flaw in this mirror. It is not stable enough. I set the input magic power as the energy source, but a mirror can only recognize the magic power of one person. That is to say, if one person has seen it, then the other People can't see it."

Cedric stared blankly at Hill's serious expression. After a long while, he murmured, "Hill, you are a genius! Whether it's in terms of alchemy or business..."

"..."

Hermione obviously didn't understand their topic, but she still looked interested, "Is Senior Stoke really that powerful?"

"Of course!" Cedric looked pale, "He might be able to become another Nick Flamel!"

As if a magic button had been opened all of a sudden, Hermione's eyes widened suddenly, "You know Nick Flamel?" she asked eagerly.

"...Of course I know..." Cedric seemed a little at a loss.

"Who is he?" Hermione's eagerness could be seen by anyone, "Senior Digory, can you tell me?"

"Why not?" Smiling to soothe the little girl's excitement, Cedric said softly: "If you took ancient runes as an elective in the third grade, then you would know this person. He is a successful The alchemist who is now more than 600 years old, you know, because of the Philosopher's Stone, no one can surpass his achievements in these 600 years."

"Merlin, the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione thanked him hastily as if she had figured out something, and ran away in a hurry.

"What a lovely little girl, isn't she?" Cedric said, looking at the disappearing figure.

"She has been chanic Flamel for a long time." Hill shrugged indifferently.

"Then why didn't you tell her?"

"She didn't come to ask me." Hill replied naturally.

"You're such a Slytherin." After staring into Hill's calm eyes for a long time, he came to this conclusion.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Hermione ran into the Gryffindor common room quickly, and Ron was just about to say hello, but only saw her figure flash past and disappear up the stairs in the girls' dormitory.

"Oh, what's the matter with her?" Ron complained to Seamus, looking at the stairs incomprehensibly.

After a while, Hermione appeared again, with a book in her hand, the thickness of which seemed to be able to kill people. "I never thought I'd look for it here!" she murmured excitedly. "I checked it out of the library a few weeks ago to read it for fun."

"Pastime?" Ron wondered.

"Shut up!" Hermione beckoned him to keep quiet, while she was flipping through the book.

At this time, the door of the common room opened, and a messy Harry walked in with a broom, "What is she doing?" He pointed to Hermione and asked.

"Who knew! Just told me to shut up!" Ron grumbled. "Can I talk now?" he said grimly.

Hermione ignored him. "Nicole Flamel," she said in a dramatic whisper, "is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

"What stone?" Harry and Ron asked.

"Oh, what's the matter, don't you two usually read books—read this passage."

She pushed the book to them and watched the two of them finish reading before continuing, "Got it? That big dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I dare say Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it for him." Yes, because they were friends, and he knew someone was trying to get the Philosopher's Stone out of the way. That's why he moved the Philosopher's Stone out of Gringotts."

"Oh my God, Hermione, how did you find him?" Harry felt a little unbelievable, a man over 600 years old, if Hermione hadn't found him, he would never have thought of it.

"Stoke and Diggory told me." Hermione said seriously.

"Oh, that Slytherin!" Ron looked at her in disgust. "He's gonna tell that old bat about us Charney LeMay!"

"He won't!" Hermione snapped. "He's not like Malfoy, Ron, I really don't know what you're thinking about right now. If I were you, I wouldn't say something so stupid." !"

"Looks like you're so smart!" Ron muttered visibly indignantly, but the other two ignored him.