A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 540 I'm a female hooligan, who am I afraid of?

When drunk, they do whatever they want, and when they wake up, they don't remember anything.

This probably refers to Hermione.

Anyway, when she woke up early in the morning, she had absolutely no recollection of what she had done the night before.

"Shouldn't I just stay in bed and sleep?"

Hermione sat up in bed, rubbed her temples, and tried hard to remember.

I don't remember much, and my head still hurts a bit. Bird Vodka...it was really strong.

"Have some, it will stop hurting after you drink it."

William sat on the edge of the bed and handed him a cup containing an amber-colored potion.

Hermione took it, sipped it, and frowned...it was a little bitter.

"When I sleep, I'm usually very well-behaved, even if I'm drunk... I probably just fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, right?" she asked cautiously.

"You sleep so peacefully?" William was taken aback, his smile strange.

"Isn't it?" Hermione's cheeks flushed, she took a sip of the potion, and said weakly, "Really not?"

"He's relatively well-behaved... except that he rolls the blanket away in the middle of the night; and occasionally he talks in his sleep, calling my name..."

"Oh dear, I didn't know!" Hermione bit her lip and rubbed her cheeks hard. "You should have woken me up."

"I finally managed to get you to sleep, and now I'm waking you up?"

William had a playful look on his face that said, "You have no idea how much trouble you caused last night."

The more he looked like that, the more Hermione wanted to know how she had "gone on a drunken rampage" last night.

"Do you really want to know?"

Hermione held the slightly cool cup to her burning cheek and said firmly, "Yes!"

"You're holding me..."

"No! I've changed my mind!" Hermione hurriedly covered William's mouth, struggling to speak. "I've decided, it's better if you don't know!"

William smiled. "Well, if you miss this opportunity, you'll have to pay a price if you want to ask me again next time."

Hermione glared at him resentfully, feeling a little wronged and resentful, thinking that this bad guy was bullying her!

The girl rolled around in bed. Even though her head didn't hurt anymore, she just didn't want to get up. She wanted to stay under the covers and never see anyone again.

A commotion arose in the camp, and William walked to the window and glanced out.

"Nico and the others are back. Get up quickly and change out of your nightgown."

William placed Hermione's clothes on the bedside table.

"No!" She pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped it inside. "I'm sick!"

William couldn't help but chuckle, pulled back the blanket, tapped her forehead with his hand, and gently scolded her:

"Hurry up, you don't want your dad to find out you slept in my room last night, do you?"

Even though she was acting crazy the whole time, Iris still had to believe what she said!

Hermione snorted, adopting a "I'm a female hooligan, who am I afraid of?" attitude, and shouted:

"Let him find out, he'll just beat you to death anyway! What am I afraid of!"

"..."

As the two left the room, William made a point of glancing at Neville again.

The bathroom in the room was flooded, and he was swimming around happily in it like a fish.

The toad, Rafer, was enlarged by the wand and was chasing Neville, playing a game of tag with him.

Seeing that the two guys were having so much fun, William left.

As for Neville, he kept banging on the bathroom window and saying something...

William didn't hear him, so he could only rely on his mastery of spoken language and guess wildly based on the lip movements.

Neville seemed to be inviting him to come in and play.

William was definitely going to refuse; how could he possibly steal Neville and Rafer's playtime?

After going downstairs, William saw Anne with her hands on her hips, accusing Roy of staying out all night and saying she was going to write a letter to Lyanna.

Roy's forehead immediately broke out in a sweat, as if he were in a sauna.

Hermione crossed her arms, seemingly indicating that she wanted to tell her mother that Aerys hadn't come home that night.

Newt immediately went into withdrawn mode, hiding his eyes under his thick bangs, as if he were just passing by.

However, the smell of alcohol on him gave him away.

"No, we infiltrated the stadium last night as reporters and interviewed the players, obtaining a lot of firsthand information."

Nico pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and quickly explained.

"The England national team players kept pulling us aside, saying they wanted to celebrate tomorrow night's big win in advance."

They're drunk and still sleeping on the playground; those people could probably testify to that.

"The England national team has a match tonight, and they're still drinking and partying with you guys?" William whistled.

I wonder how much money Rita would make selling this information.

William suddenly realized that the World Cup was truly a chance for him to make a fortune.

Newt and his two companions managed to get away with their explanations and went to catch up on their sleep. William and Nicole, on the other hand, went into a large room.

The old man's breathing quickened as he pulled out the wooden box containing the Holy Grail.

Six hundred years,

Six hundred years of waiting.

Merlin's proverb: You don't need to seek the Holy Grail; the Holy Grail will come to you!

Now, just as Merlin had said, the Holy Grail was in his hands.

Nico adjusted the reading light, sat down, and carefully examined the Holy Grail. His fingers gently traced the rough stemmed glass.

"The third brother was hungry and thirsty, and knew that he had a long way to go, so he wanted something that would allow him to eat and drink his fill."

Death reluctantly handed his cup to the third brother; it was a rough-carved wooden goblet…

"Exactly the same as described in the story of the three brothers. That's right, this is one of the nine Deathly Hallows... the goblet." Nico smiled.

"Then bring the alchemy book. Let's unlock the third part first," William said.

The Philosopher's Stone cannot grant immortality, but can only prolong life, while the body continues to age.

This is an irreversible process!

Nico is searching for the other two Deathly Hallows in order to completely unlock the Alchemy Book.

The Holy Grail can unlock the third part.

The first set of contents contains all the alchemical items that have ever appeared in the magical world.

The second set of content contains the method for crafting the Deathly Hallows.

The third group of items will contain alchemical items that have never appeared in the magical world before.

"No rush, William. A little time won't make a difference. I'm sure even if we unlock the third step, we might not be able to get what I want immediately."

Nico touched the Holy Grail almost caressingly.

"Have you noticed that this cup is different from the legend? It can't automatically dispense food and water."

William nodded slightly; he had indeed noticed the anomaly.

"Merlin probably cast a spell on the Holy Grail. I still need to investigate that," Nico said cautiously.

"The true secret of the Holy Grail remains shrouded in mystery for us."

William remained silent.

"Alright, put it away." Nico sat down in the chair. "Let's talk about the Quidditch World Cup instead."

"Nico, I might need you to make a few prophecies for me."

"I understand." Nico blinked. "I did that when I was young."

At that time, I had not yet created the Philosopher's Stone, but I had created alchemical items that could enhance my prophetic abilities.

Those goblins gambled with me and lost 500,000 Galleons in one night.

Nico couldn't help but smile, waved his wand, and a prophecy orb appeared in his hand.

A moment later, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Wow, tonight's score... that's really beyond my expectations! I'm thinking of taking a gamble and trying to earn some pocket money."

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