A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 260 Hermione's art style is a bit off.

From Malfoy's insults to Anne rushing up and slapping him, everything happened so suddenly.

The team's sponsor's son got beaten up, so the Slytherin players should rush over and kick him a couple of times.

Ahem... Of course, they didn't kick Malfoy, but in the end, they refrained from doing so.

Anne's statement, "My brother is William Stark," may seem arrogant, but it was indeed intimidating.

Otherwise, Draco wouldn't keep mentioning his father.

Hands-on?

I would never lay a hand on someone in my life!

That's Stark's sister. Why don't you go up there and beat her up?

Do you really think William wasted the last two years at school?

Although his influence wasn't as exaggerated as Dumbledore's, which was practically breaking through the atmosphere, it was still established nonetheless.

The halo of academic excellence is just the lowest level... William captured a Death Eater who had attacked the Ministry of Magic and became the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

He even killed a basilisk monster with his own hands in full view of everyone.

This can't be faked!

Even Dean Snape repeatedly told everyone not to mess with that little bastard, Shittucker.

Moreover, just a few months ago in a Quidditch match, Slytherin were thrashed by William.

Given Slytherin's style, didn't anyone use fouling tactics against him during the game?

Of course not. William's fouls were far more sophisticated and extremely subtle, like those of a seasoned Quidditch player who had been playing for over a decade.

He nearly crippled the Slytherin student who attacked him with a few powerful elbow strikes.

They can't beat her in a fight, and they can't run away... Who would bother provoking Stark's sister?

Only a hothead like Malfoy would dare to open his mouth and utter such words as "Mudblood".

They deserved to be beaten.

But Malfoy's two henchmen were different.

Although Crabbe and Goyle were Slytherins, they did not inherit that cunning; instead, their intelligence was questionable.

To put it simply: they're not very bright.

When they were kids, their father had told them that when they saw Draco, they should just lick him!

So they rushed toward Annie.

Hermione didn't understand the meaning of Mudblood, but that didn't stop her from seeing Goyle and Crabbe rush over.

Hermione took a step forward, raised her right hand, and held the wand firmly in her palm.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

A beam of light shot out rapidly, and when Goyle was two steps away from Annie, he stopped abruptly and fell to the ground.

It was as if an invisible wall stood between him and Anne.

Anne nimbly ducked, dodging Crabbe's punch.

Hermione swung her wand again, and Crabbe was now hanging upside down in the air.

Malfoy pulled out his wand and shouted at Hermione, "Tarantella Dance!"

But Hermione reacted too quickly; before Malfoy could finish speaking, she shouted, "Expelliarmus!"

A blinding red flash streaked through the air, and Malfoy was knocked off his feet. He flew backward, crashing into the Quidditch poles and curling up on the grass.

The whole process took less than ten seconds; Hermione had already secured a triple kill all by herself.

Everyone was stunned. Was this really Hermione?

Are you sure you didn't pick up the wrong script? The style is way too distorted!

Could it be that William drank the compound herbal medicine and was pretending to be him?

Neither side used wands just now, but now that a fight has broken out, the Slytherin students will not stand idly by.

Several people drew their wands and aimed them at Hermione without any hesitation, after all, she wasn't Stark's sister.

Where did Stark get so many sisters?

But Hermione's combat experience was far too rich, or rather, her two-hour battles with William every night...

From the initial pain,

The pain was so bad I couldn't walk.

Exhaustion after becoming proficient

Sweating profusely,

They can fall asleep even lying on the ground.

And then there's the anticipation and satisfaction of each day...

William ultimately helped Hermione grow up.

From a Muggle girl to a real witch.

The girl didn't try to forcefully resist a bunch of spells, that would be the most unwise way to fight. Instead, she spun her wand, pointing it at herself.

"Fuchsia!"

If Professor Flitwick were here, he might be momentarily stunned: this fighting style is really similar to William's...

All the spells failed, and Hermione hung upside down in mid-air, waving her wand.

Tiny, almost invisible red ropes shot out, leaping up like venomous snakes from the grass, binding everyone's legs.

Caught off guard, the rope was pulled gently, tripping the Slytherin student to the ground.

Sterling lay on the ground pretending to be dead, letting out a barely perceptible sigh, as if he had provoked some terrible monster.

this time,

How embarrassing!

Should we tell Professor Snape?

I won't say.

I can't swallow this!

Tell me,

How so?

He got beaten up by a second-year Muggle-born wizard?

Is it still one against seven?

so hard!

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William, Cedric, and Qiu crossed the meadow and arrived at Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid was sitting in the room, engrossed in reading a book.

Good heavens, Hagrid is actually reading a book.

What book was he reading last time... "The Complete Guide to Breeding English Fire Dragons"? The one before that was "On the Techniques of Castrating Cerberus".

Every time Hagrid reads a book, he adopts a little cutie as his godson (or daughter).

"Hey, Hagrid, what are you looking at?" Qiu asked from the window.

"Oh, it's nothing, just browsing, books about life and philosophy and stuff like that." Hagrid hurriedly stuffed his books under the bed.

"Hagrid, what book is it?"

The three of them went into the house, and Qiu asked in a sweet, cloying voice.

"You didn't adopt another magical creature, did you? The animals you adopt are all... adorable. Let us see them?" Qiu lied.

"You guys think so too?" Hagrid chuckled. "But there aren't any small animals this time."

Hagrid looked mysterious.

"I'll show you, but don't tell anyone else," Hagrid said nervously.

All three nodded quickly.

Hagrid walked to the door, tossed Tooth out to watch over the outside, and then closed the wooden door.

Hagrid took out a book, which read—"On the Self-Cultivation of a Professor."

"Hagrid, you want to be a teacher?" Cedric asked, puzzled.

"No." Hagrid opened the book.

"That day, Professor Kettleburn was chatting with me. All the insects he kept had died. He was a little sad and didn't want to continue being a professor. He wanted to retire and asked me if I was interested."

"Is Professor Kettleburn really retiring?" William raised an eyebrow.

and many more……

William suddenly remembered Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

According to the inexplicable curse, Lockhart is definitely going to leave next year.

If Professor Kettleburn also retires and goes home... then it will be two people leaving forever.

Did Professor Trelawney foresee all of this?

Or was she well-informed and knew in advance that Professor Kettleburn was retiring, so she said that on purpose?

This professor who makes prophecies... he's got some skills.

No wonder Dumbledore always treated her like a daughter!

They raised them for a full thirteen years!

The affection is not the kind of "keeping" that refers to being "kept" or "supported," but rather the kind of "support" that refers to being "provided for."

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(End of this chapter)