In the underground tower, Hermione took the lead without any hesitation. To be honest, even if Maka came to overcome these many levels, she might not be able to be better than her.
It was as if she already knew the correct way to pass all the puzzles.
From the moment she and Furong moved forward in tandem, she had always been holding each other in front, not rushing too fast, but also not letting the other party catch up.
After breaking through another level in succession, as her eyes widened, an empty and clear floor immediately came into her eyes.
On this level, something is almost obvious.
In the middle of the circular room, a beautifully carved stone platform stood there. And on the top of this spherical stone egg, there is a gorgeous crown shining with golden luster.
Hermione calmly stepped aside, then clenched her wand and stared at the location where she had just appeared.
Her expression was very focused, and her eyes were very calm, as if she was already very skilled at this kind of thing. She waited patiently, with the wand in her hand pointing steadily forward. She knew that the target would appear soon.
Just when she was concentrating and waiting for something, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Just looking at the dazed look on the other person's face, it was obvious that he had not yet calmed down during the transmission of the Floo Network.
Suddenly, a ray of red light pierced the air between the two, impacting the other party silently.
"boom!"
The unsuspecting impact caught the opponent off guard, and he was knocked to the ground by the stun spell.
"Armor protects—" "Expelliarmus."
Hermione's speed was only less than a second faster than the opponent, but it was enough to completely disarm the opponent.
A wand flew up quietly and landed a few meters away.
"Don't act rashly!"
Hermione stretched out her wand and pressed it decisively on the other person's neck.
Until then, the sudden attack was about to end, and Hermione firmly pressed Fleur to the ground and controlled her.
However, at this moment, Furong did not show any signs of panic. She just kept struggling, her eyes fixed on Hermione's face, with a very straightforward fierceness in her eyes.
Moreover, there is even a hint of confusion and sluggishness in it.
Hermione didn't care about Fleur's strange behavior at all. As if she had already understood the cause and effect of the whole thing, she reached out and took out a small potion bottle from her arms, opened the cork and poured it into Fleur's mouth. .
"Tell me! Who are you? And who sent you here? What is your intention?" Hermione frowned and spoke sharply and decisively.
Fleur's expression was a little confused, and she kept twisting and turning, trying to get out of Hermione's control, but she couldn't break free at all.
But although she resisted, she answered the question very honestly.
"...I am Fleur Delacour...I...my mother asked me to take Ravenclaw's golden diadem."
She didn't seem very cooperative and was acting particularly irritable and restless.
"Who sent your mother?"
"... No, I don't know... She didn't say."
"So, do you have any other accomplices?"
"… I have no idea."
"Don't you know anything? The last question - was it your mother who cast the Imperius Curse on you?"
"... No, no, how is it possible..."
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted coldly, tightening the wand in her hand again, "They're all petrified."
The next moment, Fleur froze up and lay flat on the ground with her legs and feet together, no longer struggling to move.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, then touched her chin in a very masculine manner, and then shook her head.
"That boy is indeed right. Voldemort is really targeting the Golden Crown..." She frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Well... it seems that this little girl is indeed Delacour. After all, Veritaserum can't lie... I'm afraid her mother is already under the control of the Imperius Curse."
"Inviting the elders of the warriors to meet with the children this time really brought out the dark devil's methods."
Now that there's no one else here, "Hermione" doesn't have to pretend to be like that anymore.
After thinking for a moment, she bent down and pulled out a bottle containing special blue floo powder, then cast a floating spell to lift the stiff Fleur, and limped to the corner.
Then, she used the Disguise Charm to temporarily cover up her figure.
Looking at his walking habits, anyone familiar with him can tell at a glance that this "Hermione" is simply Mad-Eye Moody in disguise.
"Speaking of which, this little girl is really unlucky... But since she doesn't know anything at all, she can't delay it any longer... There must be companions outside, and it's definitely not just her mother."
"Hermione" glanced at the golden diadem on the stone platform in the middle, then took out the bottle containing the special red floo powder and threw it to the ground, then ignited it instantly with a finger of the wand.
Then, without waiting for help to come in, she decisively stepped into the red flames and disappeared.
At the same time, in the center of the circular platform on the ground, everyone just saw the green magic flames suddenly turn into red, and Hermione rushed out quickly.
"I abstain!"
She shouted loudly, and then ignored the slightly surprised gazes of the audience, quickly left the platform and ran into the lounge on the sidelines.
"Hermione" who had just rushed into the lounge twisted her mouth, then opened her mouth and spit it out, and a small core fell into her palm.
She cleared her throat, but her voice had returned to the characteristic hoarse low tone of Mad-Eye Moody.
Although he seemed to be in a hurry, his long career as an Auror made him very organized. No matter how urgent it was at the moment, it didn't make him forget to put a disguise spell on himself.
As a coolness bathed his whole body from the top of his head, Moody, who still looked like Hermione, immediately became transparent. After he confirmed that it was correct, he hurriedly left the lounge and rushed towards Dumbledore.
…
In fact, compared to Mad-Eye Moody who used Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as Hermione, the real Hermione was not necessarily that relaxed at this time.
However, her "difficulties" come from her parents...
"Mom! I told you, I don't like Harry... We are just good friends!"
In the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, Hermione was trying to explain with a blushing face, but it didn't seem to be working.
"Oh - baby, I mean... maybe that... McClain?" Her mother said with a narrow smile, "Don't be so shy, you are already 15 years old this year. I think your mother and I..."
"Oh my god! Mom, I don't want to hear about the past between you and dad anymore..." Hermione couldn't help but cover her forehead and said feebly, "Yes! I'm only 15 years old - only 15 years old!"
"I think it's not too early for a girl?" Her mother put her arms around her daughter's shoulders and said, "Although I haven't seen Mr. MacLean, Mr. Porter looks very good today. oh!"
"If you are satisfied, you must hurry up... Although I am reluctant to let go, dad, but if my baby girl likes it, dad, I have to agree... "
Mr. Granger's words sounded sad, but his face was filled with a teasing smile.
"Hey! Dad!" Hermione pursed her lips and turned her head angrily.
"Seriously, which one do you like? It's hard for mom and dad to come here to take a look this time. Although many things look weird, my baby seems to be happy every year, right?"
Mr. Granger seemed to be interested and continued with a smile:
"And... I still remember it! Last time our little baby seemed to be hiding in the room and crying secretly! Who was that for?"
"No! I'm not crying!" Hermione suddenly turned her head back, wrinkled her nose and argued loudly.
On weekdays, Miss Know-How is always independent and self-reliant in front of everyone, but now she is more like a normal girl in front of her family.
Seeing her cute look that was both coquettish and playful, the Grangers burst into laughter.
Their daughter is good at everything and has been better than other children since she was a child. But a girl who appears to be too strong is actually very easy to suffer - especially when she meets a boy who is stronger than her.
What's even worse is that a girl like Hermione can easily fall in love with that kind of boy - although it is really difficult to find a boy who can convince her.
But now, the Grangers, who have seen some signs, are even more worried.
For them, as long as their precious daughter can live happily, then everything is fine! But they can't imagine what happened to make their daughter cry secretly
Although they were worried, when the Grangers discovered that their daughter seemed to have regained her mood, they vaguely guessed some specific circumstances.
Although they were working together to amuse their daughter, their real purpose was to meet the "criminal murderer" who made their daughter cry.
Oh fine! Maybe he's just a suspect, who knows!
"... Darling, tell me? Is there anything you can't talk to your parents about?" Hermione's mother hugged her and said, "If someone wants to bully my little darling, my mother can't let him go!"
"Yes, you can't let it go!" Mr. Granger added cheerfully.
Hermione sat awkwardly next to them, opening her mouth hesitantly, but finally shook her head.
"No, dad... mom... I will solve it myself, and... he didn't bully me..."
Although she said this, Hermione couldn't help complaining in her heart:
"Yes! He didn't bully me... It's because he didn't bully me that I -" She snorted secretly and shook her head vigorously, "I won't let him bully me! I'm going to bully him." He is right!"