Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Indeed." Harry and Neville couldn't help laughing.

Until the three of them walked around the library and still couldn't find Hermione, they looked at each other in surprise.

There was no sign in the Quidditch stands, the auditorium, or the lounge. They even asked their classmates to check the girls' dormitory, but still no sign.

"Do you remember what Professor Trelawney said in Divination class..." Ron murmured...

The three of them looked at each other............

"No! It's going to happen!"

Chapter 208 What's wrong with your head...

When Harry and the other two hurried to the hospital wing, they found Hermione without asking.

Because her crying was so...loud.

The moment the three of them actually saw Hermione, their eyes widened in confusion.

"I take back what I said about Professor Trelawney being a liar..." Ron muttered.

"Me too."

"She's a true genius!"

The three of them admired Professor Trelawney sincerely.

"...Do you have to tell me about this? Even if you say it secretly behind my back." Hermione wiped the sparse tears from the corners of her eyes, and her originally bright eyes automatically turned into a pair of dead fish eyes as she complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but actually... it's a little funny." Ron walked over and flicked the two small horns that had grown on Hermione's forehead with his fingernails.

They pierced her skin, but luckily Madam Pomfrey quickly gave Hermione a painkiller and applied a special ointment.

"It's not only funny, it's cool, really. You should paint these two corners red. It's a pity that Halloween has passed... Maybe next Halloween you can continue to drink the Bone Spirit a little..." Harry also came over and made a joke.

"Is there any way to remove this horn? It won't leave a scar."

Hermione felt a little better: "Neville is the only one among you three who speaks human language. The other two of you... hehe."

As she spoke, she looked at Harry and Ron with disdain.

"It shouldn't leave scars. The damage caused by bone growth is probably just physical damage. Ordinary potions should be able to heal it." Harry comforted.

"Oh... I hope so. But I just don't know how Madam Pomfrey will remove my two horns. Maybe some magic potion?" Hermione replied with a sigh.

Upon hearing this, Harry, Ron, and Neville all looked at each other obscurely, and in the blink of an eye, a 3/3 team voice message came.

【This whole prank?】

【Can! 】

【no problem! 】

The next moment Ron spoke directly, "I don't know, but when we came in, we saw Madam Pomfrey holding two huge hacksaws. I don't know what she was going to do."

Hermione's little face suddenly turned pale.

"Hacksaw?"

"Well, besides a saw there's a steel shovel, like a carpenter," Harry added.

Hermione forgot to wipe her tears for a moment. She looked at the ceiling in a trance, and a strange scene appeared in her mind.

A terrifying big iron frame fixed her head in place, and then Madam Pomfrey held a hacksaw in one hand and held her own horns with the other hand and sawed them fiercely. After sawing, she was afraid that it would be uneven, so she rubbed it with a file, and finally polished it with sandpaper. From now on, she could only have two pale circles on her forehead.

The first thing almost everyone says when they see me is, "What's wrong with your forehead?" or "Hello, have you polished it?"

"It's over, my life is over, my future is gone, my......"

When Madam Pomfrey walked in, she saw Hermione, who looked like a hollow shell. She looked at her three friends with some confusion: "What happened to her?"

After the three children finished their conversation, Madam Pomfrey pulled out a bottle of potion with some helplessness: "This is the case with young wizards nowadays who only learn practical magic and not theoretical magic."

"Drink it and you'll be alright."

Hermione took the potion and looked at Madam Pomfrey, who had nothing in her hands.

"Don't my horns need sawing and filing?"

"Do you know why some people cannot regenerate their bodies after being attacked by dark magic and their bodies are damaged, or why Muggles experience phantom pain after their limbs are broken?" Madam Pomfrey did not answer immediately, but asked.

The four little ones all shook their heads. Hermione seemed to have forgotten her two horns and regained her sense of being in class.

"Because of the soul, when black magic damages the body, it also damages that part of the soul. Therefore, conventional methods that use the soul as a basis to simultaneously repair the body are incapable of restoring the body. Only a specific counter-spell can be used."

"When a Muggle loses a limb, the body is damaged, but the soul remains intact, so the so-called phantom limb pain is some kind of abnormality in the soul." Madam Pomfrey explained.

Hermione reacted: "So my two horns have no soul? Then will this potion alone be enough?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded. "But this will be a little painful, because it works by destroying your body and then allowing it to regenerate based on your soul... I don't know if you've ever studied Muggle biology, the metamorphosis of insects."

"The effect is similar, so I need to make a cocoon for you."

After listening to Madam Pomfrey's explanation, Hermione felt terrible. As a master of both Muggle and magic, she certainly knew what abnormal development was.

In short, the insect melts itself into liquid in the cocoon and then reassembles...

"Can't we use other methods? Like... using a saw or something?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "The painkilling potion can only be used to relieve pain in the muscles and skin. Your two horns are full of nerves and blood vessels. You can't stand that kind of pain."

"Then this potion......." Hermione looked at the potion in her hand, still looking resistant.

"It will only take one night, Miss Granger, and this is Hogwarts. We have magic. Of course, we can't really turn you into liquid and then reconstruct you. Destruction and reconstruction are done at the same time. Relax." Madam Pomfrey comforted her.

"So...the cocoon you mentioned?"

"That's for hygiene, poor child." Madam Pomfrey waved her wand casually, and a bubble expanded from Hermione's body from the inside out.

"Drink."

"Oh... I have no other choice." Hermione swallowed and drank the potion in her hand.

“…...........It’s icy, cool and sweet,” she commented.

"You need to get some sleep next. After all, this kind of pain, like the rate of pi, is quite unbearable. It's better to sleep." Madam Pomfrey raised her wand again and nodded gently after Hermione nodded: "Fall down."

Chapter 209: A rising star with the potential to become the Minister of Magic

"So...where is classmate Granger?" In the alchemy class, Kaisen looked at the obviously empty seat and asked Harry and the others.

"Uh..." The three of them looked at each other. Of course, they wanted to save face for poor Hermione. After all, they were all good friends. But no one could resist the weird desire to share, so they used a more obscure way.

"Professor, do you remember the prophecy we told you?"

Kaisen understood, and of course he remembered it. After all, an outrageous prediction probably wouldn't be very accurate, but a prediction that was so outrageous had to be written down. It didn't matter whether it was accurate or not, it was mainly for fun.

"That's nothing we can do. But since we have one less student in this class, let's review a little more quickly. Everyone take out your notebooks. I will ask questions one by one, and no one can escape." Kaisen said with a devilish smile.

“??? Meow meow meow???” The little wizards stared at Kaisen with helpless looks on their faces.

................................

After class, at the entrance of the medical wing...

Kaisen was holding a few pixel carnations in his hand. He wanted to see how Hermione was doing. After all, it was normal for a professor to care about his students' physical conditions. He definitely didn't want to see what was going on with Hermione's horns.

It's just that the corner of his mouth always turns up unconsciously, giving people a weird feeling.

Actually, it was fine originally, but if Hermione saw it, she would probably laugh at me, so...

You idiot! Get down here now!

Kaisen frantically fiddled with the corners of his mouth, trying to smooth it out, and soon his efforts paid off.

"Huh... hold on, hold on..." He tried hard to keep the corners of his mouth at a flat angle, but unfortunately, it made the two tendons in his neck tense.

He walked into the hospital wing and greeted Madam Pomfrey softly, then asked where Hermione's ward was and walked in.

Hermione was inside a big bubble, reading a book that was also wrapped in a bubble. There were no red horns on her head, just two abnormal bumps...

It is the one that has emerged.

"Hello, I'm glad to see that you're okay." Kaisen said as he put a few pixel carnations in the vase on the bedside table.

"Yes, Professor, it would be better if the corners of your mouth could be a little flatter." Hermione said with a wry smile.

"Oh..." Kaisen touched the corner of his mouth that he couldn't help but curl up automatically, and pursed his lips helplessly: "I am stunned by you now. You know the mysterious power from the East. You are now rising to prominence and have the potential to become the Minister of Magic!"

"Oh, thank you, Professor. Although I know you are just trying to cheer me up." Hermione nodded. She looked at Kaisen, pursed her lips and said, "Professor, why do I feel that you are a little disappointed?"

"Ah? Really?"

Hermione nodded seriously.

"...Okay, I'm just... uh... curious, just pure curiosity." Kaisen said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Oh... I remember... um... Professor, please open the drawer of the bedside table. My little bag is inside." Hermione sighed and said in a tone of "that's it".

Kaisen took out the small bag and waved it towards Hermione.

"On the outermost layer, there is a photo that Madam Pomfrey took of me. You can keep it as a souvenir."

Kaisen quickly pulled the photo out of his small bag. It was a magical photo that moved. In it, Hermione had two cute little white horns on her forehead, and she was looking at the camera crying.

"No, no, no, I can't accept this. Besides, you will definitely regret telling me your dark history in the future... I suggest you show it to your parents. After all, this kind of small embarrassment in school can greatly enhance your relationship." Kaisen explained.

"Oh, I hope so," said Hermione listlessly.

Kaisen also helped put the photo back into the bag and put it back into the bedside table.

"Okay, I won't disturb your rest. If I stay for another second, there's a possibility that Madam Pomfrey will come out of the door with a powerful weapon to chase me." Kaisen stood up and looked at Hermione, who was rising and living in the school dormitory again. He had to quickly take off the hat on his head to express his apology.

"Take good care of your injuries!"

Hermione looked at the child-like professor speechlessly as he left the ward, and turned another page of the book in her hand.

Crash.................

The next morning, Hermione was discharged from the hospital. Kaisen even went to join in the fun. After making sure that Zhengrong was not there, he returned disappointedly after seeing another white and clean forehead.

He still hoped from the bottom of his heart that Hermione could unlock a new form, such as the two small horns that could retract and grow again anytime and anywhere.