The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0353 sweet

In the morning, Ani walked into the office with Hatche in his arms.

There was a thunderstorm last night, and Sanchez blinked his big eyes and asked for a bird walk.

The thunderbird flying through the clouds excitedly carried Aini for four hours before returning home with his little friend after the last trace of thunder sank into the earth.

I returned to the tree house and read for a while, and occasionally gained something. It was the sun that reminded the wizard who was fascinated by knowledge - it was dawn.

Although with Aini's high energy, it would be okay to go without sleep for a whole day, but he was still a bit lazy by habit.

However, this laziness disappeared without a trace after opening the office door.

The piles of books on the table almost reached the ceiling, and scrawled manuscript papers were scattered everywhere, making it as messy as a litter of huskies.

Hermione was sitting in the center of the pile of papers, disheveled, with her disheveled hair hanging down, revealing only a pair of big eyes staring blankly at the tip of the pen, thinking hard, as if she was solving some world problem. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice anyone entering the door.

Aini quietly closed the door. Before he could ask any questions, he saw the girl slamming her pen on the table and pulling her hair and clothes frantically.

"Obviously it should be able to connect, but there is something wrong with it, %￥@..."

The little witch muttered like she was venting her anger, then stretched out a piece of paper and continued to calculate. Aini glanced at it and roughly knew what was going on.

Good guy, a school student who has only been exposed to magic text for a few years actually tried to deduce a magic text chain by himself. It's really...

A magic text chain, also called a magic text sequence or a magic text construction, is a magic text structure that allows functionally related magic texts to fit together and play a specific role. It is widely used in fields such as alchemy and enchantment.

After another deduction, Hermione placed her fingertips on the parchment, and the magic texts of different shapes came out in succession, connecting with each other, and gradually formed the prototype of the magic text chain.

As the chain grew longer and longer, the magic patterns on the paper trembled, growing from small to large, intensifying, and finally dispersed in a flash of light.

The magic text is still the magic text, but it has nothing to do with the "chain".

"You also want to participate in the warrior selection?"

This kind of magic text chain that even beginners dare to play with, even if it is scattered and hidden on paper, Aini can grasp the creator's thoughts at a glance.

"what!"

The sudden sound startled the girl and she almost jumped up from the sofa. She was relieved when she saw it was Aini, put down her wand and patted her already sizable chest.

"Well, I don't understand why Dumbledore wants to limit the age of competition. Shouldn't the selection of warriors be based on strength?"

Hermione squeezed into the fluffy sofa again, like a cute cat.

Just like in the original track, the old man only drew a line for the selection of contestants. There are no other requirements. If you are over 17 years old, you can, but if you are under 17 years old, you can't.

Unlike the original track where she was afraid of the risks of participating, the little witch is now very interested in being elected as a warrior, and she is somewhat determined to win.

Then at night, I quietly deduced the magic text chain.

According to Hermione's expectation, it shouldn't be difficult to just add one or two years to her age. However, it didn't take long for her to realize that her thinking was too simple.

Constructing magic texts is a very rigorous subject, and there is no room for any oversights.So the girl spent the whole night competing on the division and combination of magic texts, putting more effort into it than writing dozens of Mathematical Olympiad test papers in a row.

"The idea is good, increase, years, years..."

Ani took a piece of parchment and put it in front of Hermione. He muttered and fiddled with the runes on it. Soon a magic rune chain was formed under his hands. In less than two seconds, it seemed like the girl had experienced a lot. Repeatedly, the chain suddenly decomposed and lay flat on the paper.

"Actually, your idea is already very complete. The integration of these magic patterns can indeed increase the age determination by one year, but..."

It was the same piece of parchment just now, the same steps, except that when the magic text chain was about to take shape again, Ani added another magic text on it.

"'Object', the magic text chain lacks a target, so after it is formed, its effectiveness has no direction, and it cannot be completely penetrated, so it will automatically decompose. And this also requires adding a chimeric magic text, here..."

Following Aini's words, the magic words were embedded into the overall structure one by one. A faint light flashed from beginning to end, and the shape of the magic text chain stabilized.

It became.

"Ha, that's it. I should have thought of it earlier. Thank you, Ani."

Looking at the steadily formed magic text chain, the girl excitedly hugged Aini's arm and smiled happily.

"What, do you really want to try to be a Triwizard Champion?"

Ani looked at Hermione with a half-smile, "Girl, you think it's easy."

"Well, well, as the president, it wouldn't be too shameful if I couldn't be elected."

The girl's little head connected up and down. Her magic chain must be much more reliable than the twins' potion.

"Then guess who is the most accomplished person in Hogwarts' magic literature?"

Seeing that the little witch was still immersed in the fantasy of being elected as a warrior, Ani asked a question.

"Is it you? Or Professor Babuling?"

When encountering a problem, people always subconsciously look for answers from around them first. Then, the happy little witch saw a narrow smile blooming on Aini's face.

"It's Dumbledore, and this time he will personally exclude those contestants under the age of 17."

As soon as she finished speaking, the clever little witch understood the meaning - with this basic level magic text chain, it was not enough to get through in front of Dumbledore.

Snap, the corners of Hermione's mouth tightened, and the happiness transferred to Ani's face.

"Hahaha~"

"You're still smiling~ Help me think of a solution~"

Listening to the other party's negative and empathetic laughter, Hermione raised her small fist and gave Aini a gentle blow.

"There is a way, but I don't recommend that you participate in this Triwizard Tournament."

Aini stopped laughing and said seriously.

"Huh? Ah! Could it be that person..."

Today's Hermione is much more transparent than in the original trajectory. It only took a little thought to figure out the truth of the matter.

"Now it's basically certain that he got together with Karkaroff."

Since the girl mastered Occlumency, there was no need to hide many things from her, especially as the society's influence grew, it would be more convenient with Hermione's assistance.

"That being said, I want to participate even more."

Hermione muttered something under her breath, but rationally gave up the idea of ​​participating.

If that person is really in Durmstrang's team, there may be many things that need her to arrange and cooperate with, urge the members of the society to take more precautions, inquire about information, observe the movement of personnel...etc., and there won't be much thought. Can be put into competition.

But well...

The girl raised her head and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

This feeling of being needed is sweeter to her than holding the trophy.