A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 226 The Brand New Hogwarts Notification Letter (First Update)

Half an hour later, Hermione's magic was exhausted.

William gave her some potion to relieve her fatigue and then took out a mana-restoring potion to help her quickly recover her magic power.

For ordinary junior wizards, once training is over, they can simply wait for their magic to recover naturally; there aren't many who are as extravagant as William.

But for a potions master, this is nothing; he can drink all sorts of expensive potions as he pleases.

Enough pipe!

Hermione rested for another twenty minutes before demanding to continue fighting.

Previously it was just basic training, but now it's real combat practice.

William pulled out a copy of "The Quibbler Summer Special Edition," a gift from Luna, and began reading it with his left hand while pulling out his magic wand with his right.

He's got that Kakashi-like attitude.

"Come on, hit me with a spell, and you win."

William stood there lazily, simply reading a book. He seemed flawless, but in reality, he was full of flaws.

Hermione flicked her wand, sending out a beam of light, but William easily dodged the attack by simply moving half a step to the right.

Hermione rushed over and fired another spell.

William turned the pages with his right hand, his eyes on the magazine, then flicked his wrist lightly.

His wand fired the same spell, easily breaking Hermione's spell and even grazing her hair.

Hermione gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to lose the proud demeanor she had cultivated over the years, even though she was almost attacked.

In the basement, soft shouts of "Expelliarmus" suddenly rang out, and spells flew everywhere. Spells that missed their mark hit alchemical items next to the shelves or crashed into the ceiling, scattering sparks.

Half an hour later, William vanished from his spot, Apparating behind Hermione, his wand aimed at her waist.

"A wizard should never ignore what's behind him," William advised.

Hermione nodded, panting, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

William broke out in a cold sweat; he had almost used the Thousand Years of Death on impulse.

If it were used, that would truly be social death!

After the training session, Hermione returned to her room to rest, while William went up to the third floor to look at the alchemy book.

After pushing open the door, I found a letter on the desk.

It was Nico's letter.

After William finished reading, he waited a while before turning around and going upstairs to knock on Hermione's door.

"The door's unlocked, come in."

Hermione, who had just finished training and taken a shower, was wearing a thin sundress and drying her long, wet hair with a towel.

Her dark hair, damp and clinging to her flushed cheeks, loosened its hold, tossed it aside, and asked, "William, what's wrong?"

"I need to go out for a while," William said, turning a long brown hair on the ground into a chair and sitting down. "It's about what I told you before."

Hermione paused, then asked, "Animagus?"

William nodded, took out his wand, and waved it, saying, "Whirlwind Spin."

A warm breeze, like a hairdryer, blew out of his wand.

Hermione put down the towel and sat down naturally on the edge of the bed, letting the warm breeze blow through her wet hair.

She peered through the gap in her hair, staring intently at William, and asked, "Is it raining?"

William nodded and then increased the speed of the warm air.

The first transformation of Animagus is complicated. Before transformation, a transformation potion needs to be prepared and taken before the final transformation can take place.

The prerequisite for the success of the potion is waiting for the storm to arrive, which may take weeks, months or even years.

William had been waiting for this moment.

Fortunately, Nico was able to predict the future; he could deduce when the storm would occur.

This will greatly shorten William's waiting time.

After drying her hair, Hermione blushed and handed her a delicate comb.

William sat in the chair, while Hermione rested her head on his lap. He gently parted the girl's messy hair and carefully combed the tangled strands.

Hermione closed her eyes, seemingly asleep, and after a moment asked softly, "Am I alright? What if something happens?"

"Okay, Animagus usually seeks out people they are close to to prevent them from losing their minds after turning into animals."

"Then what should I do?"

"After I perform Animagus rituals, if you lose your mind, you must keep calling my name."

Hermione tapped William's knee aimlessly with her left hand, then suddenly opened her closed eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and said, "William, thank you for trusting me so much."

William just smiled and continued to patiently comb her unruly long hair.

William thought it was possible to brew a magic potion specifically for hair.

Smoothing shampoos on the market aren't very effective for Hermione's frizzy long hair.

Just then, the half-closed door was suddenly pushed open.

Anne burst in, holding a letter. Seeing her brother combing Hermione's hair, her smile froze, and she asked warily, "What are you doing?"

"I combed your hair, didn't you have me do it this morning?" William replied matter-of-factly. "What else could I do but get my hair done?"

Hermione jumped to her feet, her face turning even redder.

Anne glanced at the two of them with a suspicious look.

"I'm young, don't try to fool me! I might write to my mother!"

William rolled his eyes and asked, "What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be at Luna's?"

"Yes, and then the owl came and delivered my acceptance letter," Annie said excitedly.

William took Anne's notification letter and gave her a mysterious smile.

The notification letter stated:

Saint-Capoll village,

White Weasel Mountain

Miss Anne Stark, inside the Lovegood chimney.

Wait a minute... Putting aside the issue of the letter, what the heck is "Anne in the Chimney"?

"I was playing hide-and-seek with Ginny and Luna, and I climbed up the fireplace into the chimney."

"..."

At Anne's urging, William opened the letter and began to read.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (and countless other titles omitted)

Dear Miss Stark, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry offers vocational skills training in areas such as flying, potions, transmutation, spells, and astronomy.

It boasts thousands of acres of teaching grounds, nearly 10,000 pieces of practical equipment, professional experimental classrooms, a spacious and luxurious canteen, and a world-class Quidditch pitch.

Within the campus, logistics are convenient, with Cainiao parcels delivering to students' doors, and intelligent security systems ensuring student safety at all times.

It boasts a prime location, with the station just a wall away from the city center of London.

Which magic school is the best? Hogwarts, the king of kings!

This long-established prestigious school has cultivated countless talents for all sectors of society since its founding in the 9th century.

Here, you can not only get up close to the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest, but also have professional exchanges with outstanding magicians from all over the world.

As we all know, wizarding has become a popular profession among young people in modern society. Come to Hogwarts, and we will teach you the most authentic magical knowledge.

A full-time magical boarding school with four distinctive colleges and a powerful teaching team!

It gives you a head start in the industry.

Whether you're Muggle-born or from a pure-blood family, reply now and join us!

Learn magic at Hogwarts!

Sincerely, Vice Principal (female), Minerva McGonagall…

Hermione and Anne stared in disbelief. Was this an acceptance letter?

William laughed. Dumbledore had indeed made the changes according to his suggestion.

I love it! I love it!

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