A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 102 Slap in the Face Early

Finally, with no other choice, Annie could only bow her head and apologize.

Otherwise, she would face a mixed education from the Starks, including but not limited to cutting off her allowance, forbidding her from eating snacks, and forbidding her from going to amusement parks...

Hermione was satisfied. She raised her pointed chin, stretched her fair neck like a swan, clapped her hands, and said with a cold face but a smile that turned up her lips that she was going to read a book.

William's room was filled with a large number of books, resembling a small library.

The last time Hermione's family visited, Hermione stayed in William's room at night.

When she reached the door, she sniffed, turned to look at the two of them, and asked in confusion, "What's that smell?"

A strange smell, faint and lingering, drifted in on the wind, giving the impression of smelly wood shoes.

William's expression changed. He suddenly remembered that the crucible was still burning brightly, and he had forgotten to turn it off in his haste to leave...

That's a magic potion brewed by William. It took him almost a month to brew, and putting everything else aside, the ingredients alone were extremely expensive!

Once outside the time loop, William can no longer use Snape's medicine hut; he has to buy all the potions he brews himself.

He doesn't feel bad about using other people's things; he can be extravagant and wasteful, throwing things away in the trash at the drop of a hat. But it's different when he uses his own.

William rushed down, followed by the two little girls. Anne clapped her hands and pulled Hermione along, wanting to go on an adventure.

William rushed into the basement. The overheated potion had produced a strange reaction, releasing a large amount of heat, and the cauldron was almost deformed from the heat.

"French goods are indeed all counterfeit and shoddy products," William said angrily.

Only white silk produced in France is of good quality; everything else is substandard!

William drew his wand, frowned as he stared at the cauldron, then suddenly grabbed the two girls behind him and quickly retreated.

With a loud bang, the crucible shattered.

The ear-piercing sound could be heard in half the house, and a thick plume of blue smoke rose from the basement.

The three who emerged from the basement were all in a sorry state, but fortunately William, who was at the forefront, used magic in time to protect the two girls.

"Cough cough."

As the thick smoke dissipated, William went inside, squatted down, and saw a pool of green liquid in the broken crucible. He picked up a little with two fingers, sniffed it, and said with a frown, "What a waste of materials."

Hermione, her face covered in dust, was pale, her arms trembling uncontrollably, whether from the explosion or William's magic. But when she saw the boy squatting on the ground, covered in dust and sighing, she suddenly burst into laughter.

She convulsed for a moment, then squatted down next to William and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, you there! What's this?"

Anne hastily smeared some paint on her face, leaving a black beard, and threatened, "It's a potion! Wizards use it on girls like you!"

Hermione snorted, without even a change in expression.

William stood up, tapped Anne on the head, took out a tissue from his pocket, first wiped the black beard off her face, and then gently brushed the dust off Hermione's nose.

"Let's go, let's figure out how to explain this situation first." William led the way out of the basement.

Hermione, who didn't have time to dodge the tissue, felt as if she had been forced to drink a mouthful of fake alcohol, and her cheeks immediately turned bright red, like a garden full of blooming peach blossoms.

Roy and his companions hurried in from the front hall of the villa. Upon seeing the three of them in such a disheveled state, their expressions changed.

Especially Roy and Lyanna.

They knew that William often tinkered with potions in the basement after returning from summer vacation, and nothing had ever happened to him, but they never expected that an accident would occur this time.

Hermione's parents were completely dumbfounded. They had said she was going upstairs to read, and this is what happened?

Did they go to Africa to mine?

William suddenly looked out the window, lost in thought.

An owl pierced the night sky and flew straight in, dropping a letter.

Roy picked up the envelope, and several people gathered around it.

Mr. Stark:

We received a report that at 7:15 PM tonight, you cast a "Protective Armor" spell at your residence.

As you know, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. If you do such a thing again, you may be expelled from school (Law on the reasonable restraint of underage wizards, 1875, Section 3).

Also, please remember that according to Section 13 of the International Wizarding Federation's Secrecy Law, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles) is a serious violation of the law.

Have a nice summer!

Mafalda Hopkirk

The Ministry of Magic prohibits the misuse of the Department of Magic.

Lyanna snatched the letter, shook it, raised her chin, and threatened, "Fine, William, you've been warned by the Ministry of Magic."

Like I said, next time! No brewing potions at home!

Although Lyanna was talking to William, her eyes darted towards Roy, since he had been supporting her all along.

Roy cleared his throat and betrayed him, saying, "That's right, I've told you a few times already. Apart from homework, you're not allowed to brew potions at home anymore."

William was speechless. Who was it that kept asking him to make hangover remedies every day?

After tidying up the basement briefly, everyone returned to the living room.

Hermione and her family were completely bewildered.

It seems... Roy's son... is fiddling with a bomb!

Hermione whispered a correction: "Mom, it's not a bomb, it's a nuclear fusion reactor!"

The little girl's scientific spirit was burning brightly. She began to recite everything she had read in the encyclopedia word for word, insisting that William was tinkering with nuclear fusion.

William was completely baffled. How did Hermione come up with that idea? Did she really think he was Tony Stark?

Roy and Lyanna didn't know how to explain it either.

Most importantly, can I tell others that my son is a wizard?

Neither of them had ever heard anyone mention it, and they were forbidden to tell anyone that William was studying at Hogwarts, but wizarding was undoubtedly a secret profession.

Perhaps Hagrid forgot to tell him when he came to the house?

Roy thought about it and decided to tell his good friend's family, since they wouldn't tell anyone else anyway.

After listening, Iris shook her head and scolded, "Roy, I'm not trying to be mean, but that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sounds unreliable, and what's with Albus Dumbledore? That name doesn't sound respectable either!"

If it were me, I would never send Hermione to some magic academy. She should go to Oxford or Cambridge... Of course, I would support her if she went to Brown University.”

Hermione's mother, Emily, is a graduate of Brown University in the United States.

But before Iris could finish speaking, another owl flew in.

Wait, it's Milia!

Milia circled twice, tossed down a letter, and turned to find Drogon.

William picked up the letter and saw a wax seal, a shield emblem, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a capital "h".

The envelope also read:

London W1 District

7 Charing Cross Road, west side

To Miss Hermione Granger in the living room.

"Wow, it's an acceptance letter from Hogwarts School!" Lyanna exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise as she looked at the bewildered Hermione.

Hermione blinked, hesitated for about ten seconds, then suddenly snuggled into Aerys's arms and said sweetly, "Daddy, I don't want to go to Oxford or Cambridge, I want to go to Hogwarts!"

Iris was stunned.

Indeed, it's best to be proven wrong sooner rather than later.

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