The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

If things get really bad, I can just sacrifice another bone—this time I'll use my shinbone, pretending my magic has gotten a natural breakthrough.

Poor Hermione, she's going to be seriously frightened again.

As midnight approached, Dolly closed her eyes—as for why she chose this time, Dolly had read in a book that the magic was most concentrated at this time, perhaps with some special effects?

Okay, the main reason is that these 20 attribute points are the result of Dolly's three months of continuous hard work to torture her body.

With so many attribute points being consumed at once, how can we not add a touch of ceremony?

This time it was rather rushed, and Dolly could only make do in her dorm room.

If Dolly gets her magic power to level 3 next time, she'll definitely have to prepare a grand magical ceremony first, because she'll need to accumulate it for at least five months next time!

The process of adding points is actually very simple. You just need to tell Miss Men, and she will take care of the rest.

[Consuming 20 attribute points, breaking through the limit, magic power increased to 2.]

Dolly closed her eyes, bracing herself for the possibility of fever, black blood, and excruciating pain, and for screaming and rolling around in agony.

If all else fails, you can run to Hermione's bed, bleed from all five orifices, hug Hermione, and say, "I'm going to die, can you kiss me?" and then see Hermione's reaction.

But she only felt a chill inside her body—which could even be due to the window not being closed properly; there were no other unusual symptoms.

This made Dolly wonder if it hadn't taken effect yet and whether she should wait a little longer.

Dolly waited and waited, but nothing changed.

Finally, Dolly reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall.

Huh, an hour has already passed?

Dolly touched her head; she hadn't felt like she'd been sitting for an hour.

Dolly then took out her wand, pointed it at the floor beside the bed, and began to cast a spell.

Dolly, being a level 3 Polymorph spell, was very clear about the mana cost of this spell.

Under her spell, the floor turned into a wooden screen, projecting mosaic tricks onto it, and Dolly's magic was quickly exhausted again.

But she nodded in satisfaction; those 2 points of magic actually increased her magical power to three times its original level.

换言之，1点魔力的魔力量是100的话，那么2点魔力的魔力量就是100+200=300。

By the same token, if she really adds 7 points to her magic power, then her magic power will be nearly 30 times what it is now. At that time, she can use her Transfiguration spell as freely as if it were free.

However, that is obviously a long process, and it is unlikely to be completed within at least two or three years.

Unless... she actually incorporates the Bone Spirit into her daily consumption.

Sigh, I'll try it when I get the chance.

After trying it out, Dolly yawned, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.

Magic and spirit are linked; at the very least, when magic is completely depleted, one will feel mentally exhausted.

And it was only after Dolly closed her eyes and fell asleep that the start button seemed to be pressed in the whole room.

A faint blue light emanated from Dolly and spread throughout the dormitory.

Dolly's fluffy catkins jumped onto her body, mostly gathering on her hair, swaying as if blown by the wind.

Even Crookshank abandoned his hatred for Dolly's bath, jumped onto Dolly's bedside, swayed left and right in confusion as he looked at Dolly, and finally settled down to sleep next to her.

Even Hermione, who was on the other side of the bed, turned over and increased her breathing rate, attracting at least half of the blue light.

Unbeknownst to Dolly, Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, was circling around Hogwarts School.

It sensed an alluring magic, but couldn't pinpoint its source.

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes with a puzzled expression. Only after Fawkes landed and he had a brief conversation with it did he realize what had happened.

Surprised, Dumbledore patrolled the entire Hogwarts overnight, only to capture Harry, who was wearing an invisibility cloak and exploring with Ron and Neville.

After pretending not to see the three people, Dumbledore returned to his headmaster's office with a sigh, having found nothing there either.

Because he couldn't sense the existence of that so-called magic at all, if he hadn't trusted Fox, he would have thought it was just a midnight dream.

"Fox, if there's a next time, find him as soon as possible."

"Or perhaps it's her."

After leaving those words, Dumbledore fell into a deep sleep.

Together with the young people at the school, we greeted the sunrise of the second day.

However, Dolly's dormitory was a little too vibrant today.

"Dolly!"

Hermione screamed, clutching Dolly's fluffy plush toy, and said, "Your fluffy plush toy has mutated!"

113 The increasingly heated Academy Cup

Dolly quickly took Pu Rongrong and carefully examined her little pet.

The fluffy creature looks like a milky yellow blob, without hands or feet, resembling a dandelion.

But in reality, it not only has big eyes, but also tiny hands and feet, which can easily grab its owner's clothes and hair, which is why it can stay on its owner.

However, they don't usually use their obviously degenerated hands and feet, preferring to roll around instead, which gives people the illusion that they don't have hands and feet.

As the owner of the Puffy Pompom, Dolly naturally knows what these little guys look like, and can even tell the difference between each one.

She examined Pu Rongrong closely but found nothing unusual. Where was the so-called mutation?

Pu Rongrong stared intently at Dolly, even waving her little hands and feet as if she were trying to climb up onto Dolly and find a comfortable place to settle down.

This displeased Hermione, who grabbed it and, to prove herself right, personally demonstrated for Puffy, saying, "Puffy, could you demonstrate that again, you know, that one..."

Hermione stuck out her tongue, the pink tip trembling, which reminded Dolly, who was watching with wide eyes, of the sweet filling of an apple pie.

She seems a little hungry.

After all, it's breakfast time now.

Hermione noticed Dolly's gaze, quickly retracted her tongue, blushed, and her gaze towards Puffy became stern as she issued an order.

"Perform that again, right now!"

However, Plum simply stared at Hermione with her innocent big eyes, as if she didn't understand what Hermione was saying at all.

Finally, Crookshank couldn't stand it anymore. It threw a piece of the jerky it was eating out of the table, then pushed it off the edge with its paw, letting the jerky fall freely through the air.

The previously adorable Pu Rongrong's eyes immediately sharpened, and her pink tongue shot out in a flash, extending more than a meter in length, accurately catching the piece of jerky, and then rolling it back in front of her.

She then reached out her little pink hand, grabbed the jerky, and brought it to her mouth, chewing it with difficulty but great effort.

Although it ate as slowly as an old lady gnawing on beef jerky, its body swayed and it made humming noises, clearly indicating that it was very happy.

"Yes, that's it."

Hermione smiled with delight and said, "That's exactly what it did to steal the meat chunks I threw to Crookshanks. As far as I know, Puffy shouldn't be able to do something like that, right?"

Dolly nodded and said, "I can't."

The pufferfish are scavengers, eating everything from spiders to leftovers, but they absolutely cannot gnaw on hard objects like jerky, because their teeth have almost completely degenerated.

While they do have long, thin tongues that they can stick out to feel for things to eat, such as a wizard's boogers... this definitely does not include hunting with tongues out like a lizard.

Even the sensitivity of its tongue is unmatched by most lizards.

It's just that these cattails are too weak, otherwise their flexible tongues could catch flies and mosquitoes flying in the sky.

Wait, does this mean that she and Hermione won't have to worry about mosquitoes anymore?

"Let's try some other types of fluff."

After Dolly finished speaking, she put down the one she was holding, picked up a few pieces of jerky from its food bowl under Crookshan's disapproving gaze, and then tossed them to the Puffy Puffs.

It turned out that all the Puffy creatures had indeed mastered this ability, but Hermione's was the best at it.

Of the remaining purongrong, apart from two that barely succeeded, the other three were still clumsily flicking their tongues, as if the tongues didn't belong to them at all.

"This is truly amazing, what on earth happened?"

"If we figure this out, I think we'll definitely be able to publish a paper, and maybe even win some medals or something..."

Hermione was full of amazement, and Dolly simply shoved Puffy into Hermione's arms, saying, "Then this problem is yours to study."

"Wait, aren't you curious?"

Hermione looked surprised, while Dolly said matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm curious. Maybe these fluffy creatures encountered something during their birth and growth."

"Or perhaps they have the lineage of some kind of magical animal, after all, I bought them from the same litter of puffy catfish."

"Although I am very curious, the time and effort required to figure all this out may be beyond our capabilities."

"It's best to stop when you've gone too far."

Although she said that, Dolly still looked around the room to make sure there was nothing unusual before saying, "By the way, Crookshan, you've had the most contact with them, do you have any clues?"

Crookshank looked up at Dolly, then seemed to be thinking about something before raising his paw and pointing at the jerky that was locked up in the distance.

Hermione spoke up immediately, saying, "Don't even think about it, Crookshanks, you've gotten even heavier lately!"

"Are you only satisfied if you eat yourself into a pig? You're not an orange cat!"

Crookshanks meowed twice and started rolling around on the table, exposing its belly, trying to use its feline charm, but Hermione was clearly only interested in Puffy.

So Crookshan abandoned his fawning attitude and went back to eating.

Does it know what happened yesterday?

Of course I know.

But can it understand what happened yesterday?

Obviously, it's not entirely possible yet.

It's just a cat. Even its owner doesn't understand these things, so how could it possibly, and there's no need for it to, figure them out?

It only needs to know that this kind of thing is good for it.

If it happens a few more times, it might evolve a special ability.