The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 319 Girls' Curiosity

The next morning, the Christmas holiday officially began. The auditorium became deserted, and the students left the school in a hurry without even having breakfast.

This year, there are even fewer students staying in school for Christmas than last year. Including the professors who stayed in school, there are only a dozen people in total. The same 1+1 mode, the deterrent power of Sirius Black and Dementors is no less than that of Slytherin Heir and Basilisk.

If nothing unexpected happens, Sybill Trelawney will make her prediction about "thirteen at the table" at the school Christmas dinner.

Unfortunately, Ada could not hear Professor Trelawney's prophecy. After saying goodbye to Fred and George, she went to the other side of the channel alone.

When Ada returned to Paris, to her house near the Champs-Elysées, she felt like she was at home.

Agnes, the house-elf, would be waiting for her at the door, saying, "Welcome home."

Grandmother Vida would sit in the seat closest to the door, greet me with a smile, and then gently hold me in her arms. This is Ada's home, where someone will wait for her to come back no matter how late it is.

This is probably what it feels like when a wanderer returns home or a tired bird returns to its nest!
Ada couldn't explain it clearly, she just felt that the bumpy journey from the Scottish Highlands across the ocean back here was worth it.

At dinner, as if she was afraid that Ada would become thin and hungry at school, the house-elf Agnes prepared a large table of French food, showing her contempt for her British counterparts with practical actions.

French oysters, foie gras, snails, black truffles and other foods are available, in addition to red wine from Medoc. Ada has no research on wizard red wine, but she knows that many of the top wineries in the Muggle society are from Medoc.

Whether it is the self-righteous wizards or the ever-changing Muggles, they all have something in common in terms of luxury and enjoyment. After all, regardless of whether there is magic or not, everyone is essentially human and can be killed by a bullet.

After a carefully prepared dinner, Vida and Ada went to the newly built balcony on the top floor of the house to enjoy the winter night view of Paris. Ada liked the window seat very much, where she could read books, watch people and enjoy the scenery.

Vida leaned against the balcony railing, shaking his cup as he spoke, "Do you like it? This is a Christmas gift from Agnes to you. She even raised it up so that your view outside won't be blocked by other houses."

The balcony sticks out of the house abruptly, which looks very incongruous and hardly conforms to anyone's aesthetics. It seems that its existence is just for the owner of the house to better enjoy the scenery outside, and other issues are not considered.

Ada had also seen the style of houses in the magical world. Ada felt that the reason why the Burrow was built like that was because there were too many children and it couldn't accommodate them all, so they had to stack them up layer by layer.

Most of the houses in the magic world can be described as illegal buildings. It is common for them to be built illegally and have strange shapes. Wizards seem to think that practicality is the meaning of the existence of houses, and beauty is not the first priority.

The house-elf Agnes also put practicality first. She built the balcony very comfortably, and the cold air outside could not blow in. She took all aspects into consideration. But I don’t know if house-elves really have different nationalities. Agnes’s aesthetic taste is pretty good. This slightly abrupt balcony cannot be seen from the outside of the building.

Ada followed suit and shook the red wine glass in her hand. She looked out the window at the night and said, "I'm a little reluctant to leave here now. I don't even want to go to school."

Go to those damn Dementors, go to those damn special students in Azkaban, is it that the French food is not tasty, or is it that the red wine is not good!

"I'm glad to hear that, but we still have to go to school," Vida said with a smile, "otherwise there will be an uninvited guest in this house. Honey is good, but I don't like bees at all, especially the buzzing sound when they fly."

What my grandmother said is all stories. How much resentment does she have towards Dumbledore? After the summer's "My Grandmother and the Dark Lord's Story", is there a sequel called "My Grandmother and the White Lord's Story"?
You can eat anything you want, but you can’t say anything you want. If Vida could hear what Ada was thinking, she would probably let her granddaughter know what it means to “use the sword in the grandmother’s hand to chop the granddaughter. Twelve swords in a row, each one a critical hit.” There is no story between the French Rose and the flower of Gaocun. Their lives intersect only because of the appearance of a crucial man.

If Vader was full of resentment towards Dumbledore at first, this hatred has long been diluted by time. As time goes by, Vader's view of Dumbledore has changed, and it is hard not to respect such a person. However, this does not affect Vader's idea of ​​not wanting to see Dumbledore.

Ada sniffed the aroma of the red wine in the goblet and said half complainingly and half coquettishly, "If this goes on, I will be spoiled."

"That's right. Only in this way can you avoid being deceived by those wild boys outside and being seduced and tripped up by them." Vida reached out and gently brushed Ada's hair behind her ears. "Besides, a child who is spoiled is not a good child. Being spoiled is just their cover-up and excuse."

Nothing is absolute in the world. Vida's words are a bit absolute, but there is still some truth in them.

"Grandma, are there three underage wizards who can successfully stop the werewolf's rampage without killing or seriously injuring it when it transforms?" Ida asked, looking at the gradually rounding moon in the sky. "Oh, by the way, among them there is a male student union president, a prefect, and the remaining one is a little stronger than average."

Ada was enough to deal with the werewolf in the transformation stage. She had plenty of ways to solve this furry little problem. But she couldn't use herself as an assumption. It would be too unfair to Professor Lupin to put three of her own at the same level in front of the werewolf.

"Are there werewolves in your school? Can I take this opportunity to send a Howler to Dumbledore?" Vida's eyes suddenly lit up.

Vida didn't know about werewolves. They might be dangerous to others, but she had confidence in Ada. This howler letter, which had not yet been sent, was probably a pretext for revenge.

"It's unlikely. A werewolf that has lost its mind is a very scary opponent. Its sharp claws and swift speed are its deadly weapons." Vida continued, "When facing a werewolf, it is best to be determined to kill it. A wizard who turns into a werewolf is no longer a human being, but a beast more vicious than a real wolf."

Vida's thoughts coincided with Ada's own thoughts, and she also felt that the possibility was not high. If her friend was a werewolf, Ada would definitely try her best to help her friend, protect him, and prevent the things he worried about from happening.

But what can three underage wizards do when facing an extremely dangerous werewolf? Unless they, like him, can suppress the werewolf's strength without hurting it. Or, they have some special method, a secret that even Dumbledore doesn't know.

The answer seems to be right in front of us, but it is as unattainable as the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror. Is such a difficult idea really feasible?
The pleasant sound of clinking glasses interrupted Ada's thoughts. When she came to her senses, she saw that Vida's goblet was empty.

"When you are thinking about something and you hit a bottleneck or misunderstanding, then stop and do something else. The effect will be surprisingly good." Vida said, "I think you should understand this principle."

Ada nodded and stopped thinking about school. She raised the goblet and tasted the rose-red liquid in it. Ada was sure that her technique of shaking the cup still needed improvement.

"Are there really werewolves at Hogwarts? Students, or professors?"

I was very curious. At this moment, Vida didn't look like an old woman with high power, but rather like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Thanks to the book friend I always like Azkaban for the reward, and thanks to the book friend 20210226005148464 for the reward

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