Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Time flies, and a week has passed since the incident in the secret room in the blink of an eye.

That night, Hermione and Mo Bai stayed on the shore until very late, and Hermione played and played with her patron saint all the time, and only reluctantly went back when the curfew was about to come.

Harry and Ron also apologized to the two with sad faces. They felt that their rashness had messed up Hermione's birthday.

But Hermione thanked the two good friends without hesitation.

After all, they really wanted to celebrate her birthday.

And when the two returned to the dormitory anxiously, Mo Bai, who was in a good mood, agreed to the two's request to learn the magic spell.

After all, he is not a person who cherishes himself, and he really regards these two reckless little guys as friends.

So, the four of them started a life of attending classes during the day and studying in the secret room at night.

Of course, because of Harry and Ron, it is not convenient for Mobai to apparate directly, and entering the secret room has become the old way - the women's bathroom on the fifth floor.

Needless to say, Harry and Ron were puzzled and amazed, and Mobai also used the reason that his guardian was Dumbledore to avoid it.

This aroused the amazement of the two little guys again.

But they were just amazed, Mo Bai was always mysterious in their hearts, and it didn't matter if there was an extra secret.

Today was another day of practice, with Hermione and Harry waving their wands hard in the distance.

Hermione was consolidating compound magic, but Harry was different. He was not as good at basic magic as Mobai and Hermione.

So Mo Bai asked him to master the magic in the book first, and then proceed to the next stage of study.

As for Ron, it was even worse. His wand was accidentally broken at the beginning of school. Let alone new magic, he couldn't even release an ordinary spell, and he could easily hurt himself.

So he was assigned by Mo Bai the task he hated the most.

endorsement.

Since it can't be practiced, naturally we can only write down the theoretical things first, and then talk about it after the wand is repaired or replaced.

At this moment, he was sitting on a chair with a sad face propped up in both hands, looking boredly at the heavy magic book in front of him.

Obviously I know every letter, but why can't I see it when they are combined together? !
His face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

"If you want to go to the toilet, the women's toilet is upstairs."

Ron looked up and saw Mo Bai sitting opposite him looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Didn't I say I'm going to the bathroom?!"

The corners of Mo Bai's mouth also curled up, "Then why does he look constipated?"

"Book!"

He angrily slapped the books spread out on the table.

"Not because of the damn books!"

Mo Bai took a sip from his teacup, raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and looked up at Ron.

"You'd better be careful with these books."

"why?"

Ron was very upset, but he obediently took his hand back.

"These books were found in this secret room..."

"So?" Ron stared blankly at Mo Bai.

Mo Bai held his forehead speechlessly.

"So... these books belong to Slytherin himself, and they are all antiques from more than 1000 years ago, so they are extremely precious..."

Unexpectedly, Ron didn't hear the following words at all. Hearing Slytherin's words, he threw the book in his hand as if it was hot, as if it was infected with a virus.

Mo Bai frowned, turned his fingers lightly, and the book that was thrown into the air flew around and flew into his hand.

"Didn't you say it? You'd better be careful."

"But it's a Slytherin book! There might be some evil spell in it..."

Ron yelled.

Mo Bai lowered his brows and looked at him like an idiot, "The chair you're sitting on still belongs to him."

As soon as the voice fell, Ron jumped up like a spring.

Mo Bai was amused, "Cold knowledge, the Hogwarts castle was built and designed by the four founders together, and there is a Slytherin atmosphere everywhere here, do you want to drop out of school?"

Hearing this, Ron blushed.

"But……"

"Slytherin is evil and insidious in your perception, right?"

Ron Chick pecks rice.

Mo Bai was sitting in a chair, with his right leg resting on his left, holding a cup of coffee, looking like a gentleman.

"It doesn't matter to us how his ideological character is, after all, he was a person thousands of years ago."

"But," he sent his hand lightly, and the book in his hand floated smoothly back to Ron's desk.

"The knowledge they leave behind is important to us, and it's a valuable asset."

Although Ron felt that Mo Bai's words were very reasonable, he looked at the magic book in front of him with resistance on his face.

"This is the ancestor of those sinister snake yards, what if there is any black magic in the book?"

Mo Bai snorted lightly.

"What happened to the black magic?"

"No matter black magic or white magic, it is only a weapon after all, and the wizard with the wand is the one who uses the weapon."

Mo Bai leaned sideways on the back of the chair, propped his face with his hands, and tilted his head to look at Ron, with a bewitching tone.

He made some remarks that can be called "deviant" in the eyes of the current magic world.

"Those who use black magic are not necessarily bad, and those who use white magic are not necessarily good."

"If a wizard uses the Avada Kedavra to kill Voldemort, the scourge of the wizarding world, is he a good wizard or a bad wizard?"

Ron looked at the magic book on the table, thoughtful.

Mo Bai didn't speak either. He drank the mellow black tea, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked at Ron playfully.

"White!"

The crisp voice interrupted the silence between the two, Mo Bai turned his head, and the smile on his face became sincere and warm.

"Finished training?"

"kindness!"

Hermione's long brown hair hopped behind her back, and ran to Mo Bai's side like a jumping lark, her pair of clear eyes were filled with the figure of a teenager, and there was no room for anything else.

"Well, the training task you gave me today is complete!"

While speaking, her hand casually rested on Mo Bai's shoulder.

After last night, there seemed to be an inexplicable change in the relationship between the two.

Mo Bai looked at the girl's lively face, and put his hands on his shoulders, "How do you feel?"

"awesome!"

The girl looked excited, and the magic power in her body made many spells that seemed obscure to cast before easy.

And she finally successfully released the mature [Vulcan Clears the Way]!
Although the power is not very great, but it is no longer like in the Forbidden Forest, you have to try your best to control the changes of the magic spell, so that you can't move at all.

"This is the best birthday present I've ever received in my life."

Mo Bai patted her hand, smiled and shook his head.

"This life is still long, and there will definitely be better ones in the future."

Hermione's face was blank.

And Mo Bai looked at the innocence in the girl's black and white pupils, evoked an inexplicable smile, and didn't speak.

Hermione couldn't understand the boy's smile, but for some reason, her face felt slightly hot.

With a light cough, he actively changed the subject.

"What were you and Ron talking about?"

"It's nothing." Mo Bai pulled her over, motioning for Hermione to sit on the armrest of the chair.

The girl sat down frankly, leaned comfortably on his shoulder, and rubbed it twice.

"Just giving him some advice for the future."

"Suggestions for the future?"

Harry, who was eating dog food next to him until he was full, finally found a chance to answer. He glanced at Ron, who was staring at the book on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

Mo Bai also looked at him, "I don't know if you know, Ron has been blaming himself for what happened in the secret room last week."

Harry scratched his head, "I know, he's been moody sometimes this week, and I've talked to him too, and I really didn't blame him. It's not his fault if there's something wrong with the wand, is it?"

Mo Bai poured Hermione a cup of black tea, and took the time to glance at him.

"You didn't blame him, but he always blamed himself."

"Then he now..."

"I just gave him an idea."

Mo Bai's words were so vague that Harry and Hermione were a little confused.

Harry was embarrassed to ask, but in front of Mobai, Hermione didn't care that much.

Pat the boy on the shoulder lightly, "Be clear."

Mo Bai smiled wryly, looked into Hermione's eyes, and opened his mouth, "Ron, he..."

Suddenly, a fiery flame appeared from around the crowd without warning, and the flame burned the air and made a crackling sound.

The fire flashed away, and an old man with white hair and beard appeared on the spot.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Hermione and Harry exclaimed, and Hermione also noticed that her posture was a bit indecent, blushed, and jumped to the ground.

Mo Bai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor Dumbledore, why are you here?"

Because Dumbledore rescued him by accident, he decided not to call him Old Deng for the time being.

Dumbledore looked serious, "Bai, come with me."

"what's up."

Mo Bai sensed something was wrong from the other party's expression.

Dumbledore's gaze swept across them, paused in Ron's direction, and his eyes behind the half-moon lens flashed a gleam.

But his face was still serious.

"Because... about Grindelwald."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and Ron suddenly raised his head and looked at Mobai.

Mo Bai raised his brows, "Okay, old Deng!"