Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 887

"I can't believe it, it's amazing!"

A moment later, on the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry was still in excitement.

"This is actually my mother's old textbook. I finally know why Professor Slughorn would say that my mother is the most potion talented witch he has ever seen before. It's just... amazing!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's amazing."

Elena nodded strangely, her mouth twitched slightly.

"Ms. Lily, the Half-Blood Prince, is much better than me in the fields of potions and occultism."

You know, when Elena saw Harry go directly to the long table of faculty and staff to ask Sirius and Lupin, she was still trying to think about how to round the field, lest Professor Snape died socially on the spot.

Who knew that Bigfoot and Moon's face backhanded an assist, which completely confirmed Snape's identity as a "male mother".

Thinking about it carefully, even in the fifth grade, Lily still seemed to hate the foursome.

If it weren't for the phrase "I don't need a little smelly mudblood like her to help!", maybe it's not Harry Potter who is standing in front of her at this moment, but Harry Snape.

"I still find it very strange, why a girl, a girl in the second grade would call herself a prince."

Ron murmured, still holding on to his previous point.

"And, don't you think this is a coincidence, Harry just broke his own book, and then from the cabinet, he just picked the old textbook left by his mother."

"Oh, this is normal--"

Elena shrugged, turned her head to hold Hermione's face in a daze, and said seriously.

"Granger, come, call Dad!"

"roll!"

"Hey hey, don't be angry, I'm just giving an example..."

Elena rubbed her nose in a jealousy, looked at Hermione who had recovered her spirit, and explained cheekyly.

"Hehe--then why don't you have to give examples yourself?"

"Dad! I can't sleep alone at night!"

Elena replied unscrupulously, spreading her arms quickly, "Dad, please hug—"

"...Don't make trouble! There is still a whole day of class tomorrow!"

Hermione sighed rather speechlessly.

She was not surprised. In the field of shamelessness, Elena seemed to have never lost.

"Speaking of which, have you noticed just now..."

Hermione promptly grabbed the white-haired dumpling who had almost fallen into the trap of the stairs, and said thoughtfully.

"Professor Lu Ping said when he left, see you in class tomorrow afternoon?"

"Huh, did you?" Harry was stunned, and said in confusion, "Did you remember wrong?"

"No--"

Hermione pulled out the class schedule from her schoolbag, and took a closer look at--

"There will only be two Defence Against the Dark Arts classes tomorrow afternoon, all taught by Professor Umbridge... And from Professor Lupin's point of view, maybe we will see the new professor tomorrow, you say yes, Irene Na?"

"Oh, right?"

Elena blinked cutely.

At Hermione's prompt, she finally remembered to jump over the whole person step this time.

"Let's go back to the dormitory to wash and go to bed, I'm almost sleepy."

She added a sentence, and then took the lead to walk towards the corridor ahead. After reaching this floor, she would not get lost. After all, she could see the portrait of the fat lady when she raised her head, so she couldn't go wrong.

"Huh? Professor Lu Ping is coming to teach our grade?!"

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise at this time, and asked afterwards.

"For the time being, it is our class A. As for the more detailed information, it is estimated that we will only know when we are in class tomorrow afternoon...If Elena doesn't say anything tonight, she must know something."

Hermione frowned slightly looking at the white-haired dumpling who was chatting with the fat lady not far away.

She suddenly realized that there was no Hannah and Luna to help tonight.

Compared to the "group and brush group" every weekend, from Monday to Friday, Elena, who has the right to pass through the four houses, has always had an overwhelming advantage on a separate battlefield...too bad...

"Elena, I am not feeling well today...I want to go to bed earlier."

After a while, Hermione said seriously, looking at the white-haired dumpling who was climbing on her bed excitedly.

Compared to Elena, who hasn't developed yet, her reason can be said to be extremely legitimate.

After all, when they went to the school hospital together some time ago, even Madam Pomfrey admired Baimaotuanzi's knowledge about menstrual period, and now it happens to use those theories to protect herself.

"Huh? Oh—"

The dull hair on Elena's head shook in loss.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly remembered something, and the **** mysteriously took out a strange thing.

"By the way, Hermione, do you have a large amount? Do you want to use this? This is a new type of magic sanitary napkin jointly developed by Gringotts and Hogwarts. It has strong absorption, multiple recycling, and no-cast cleaning... "

"Magic... sanitary napkins?"

Hermione, who was about to go to bed, was stunned, and somewhat suspiciously took the piece of cloth from Elena.

She squeezed it subconsciously, it was very thin, like a piece of paper.

Unlike the styles imported from the Muggle world provided by Hogwarts School Hospital, the one that Elena gave her seems to be softer and lighter. The only drawback may be that the middle part is a bit harder.

"Well, this one is for day and night... Don't worry."

Elena waved her hand, retracted comfortably by the bed, and began to write a diary.

"Tom, make a note of-number: 03, the highest service level-if you dare to interrupt me next time, then I will definitely multiply this number by ten, and focus on the middle-aged women market."

Tom Riddle's diary is essentially a special carrier with magic.

In a sense, it is somewhat similar to the Reaper's notebook in "Death Note" that Elena had seen in her previous life. Even if a small piece of paper is torn off from it, the magic effect will not be affected.

After repeated magic tests, Tom Riddle's diary does not have the ability to actively attack.

In other words, once it "seals" its reading and writing functions, this piece of paper only has the passive ability to absorb "liquid attachments"-it can be regarded as an excellent sanitary napkin material today.

Of course, considering the huge market demand in the future, it is far from enough to persecute Tom to absorb.

After Draco Malfoy has learned this magic technique, the Gringotts Wizarding Bank can begin to promote the corresponding expansion of production and marketing. As a well-known pure-blood family in the magic world, the Malfoy family In terms of business smell and execution, it has always been quite trustworthy.

As for the title "Magic Sanitary Napkin King", does it sound good?

Anyway, it was a long time later. In front of Jin Jialong and social influence, she believed that Lucius Malfoy would not make her embarrassed—not to mention, it was the task of the Dark Lord.

No matter which world you are in, women will always come first in the field of consumption.

Under the care of the "Riddle Same Style" sanitary napkin model, Hermione slept particularly peacefully that night.

Compared with those competing products in the non-magical world, under the magical effect of Tom Riddle, let alone any conventional aunt residues, even sweat and secretions are absorbed very refreshingly.

And the special model provided by Elena also has the advantage that it does not need to be replaced frequently.

"This is really a magic product developed by you? When is Gringotts going to promote it? What is the principle of this magic? It is incredible! Hey, if it is not a conversion spell, could it be the non-mark stretching spell and other magic Mixed use? Do you have other unfinished products..."

The next day, until they walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Hermione was still asking curiously.

Different from pure magic, Elena painted a wider world in front of her eyes, a world of industrial operation and processing hidden behind the magic society that cannot be known in books.

"Okay, okay...you'll know if you follow me out on the weekend..."

Elena rubbed her temples with a headache.

"Class is about to start, today Thursday, I can't wait a few days, someone will explain it in detail."

Knowing that "Calculation Ji" would erroneously evolve into "One Hundred Thousand Why Ji", she should be careful when answering the first question, at least not to Hu Kan so proudly.

Now that's all right, Hermione's interest was completely hooked, and it was growing stronger and stronger.

But on the other hand, the huge system of modern industry cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Fortunately, counting the time, class is about to start.

Due to Professor Umbridge's previous rules, students usually arrive in the classroom early.

When there were about five minutes before class time, all the students in Class A of the second grade arrived.

The students sat down, took out the books, quill and parchment, and looked at the podium quietly and confusedly.

Professor Umbridge is not in the classroom, which is a very strange signal.

According to the usual situation, by this time she should have already started to roll the call, and began to show the content of today's class on the blackboard, and asked everyone to copy the text verbatim.

When the commotion gradually began to appear in the classroom, a sick and haggard wizard walked in.

"Good afternoon," Lu Ping smiled slightly and put his tattered suitcase on the desk. "I have to regret to inform everyone that due to some work reasons, Professor Umbridge's class schedule is slightly Lock the keys a bit, and I will give everyone the Defence Against the Dark Arts class every Thursday afternoon."

There was a whisper in the classroom, and the students exchanged surprised eyes.

It was almost the same last semester. As soon as Halloween was over, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was changed from Professor Quirrell to Professor Apolkalis, this time even a few days earlier than last year.

The little wizards such as Hermione and Harry who had guessed in advance showed such expressions as expected.

"Today is a practical class," Lupin said, "please put all the books in your schoolbag, you only need a magic wand."

The class put the book back in the bag, and the originally numb and dull expression began to get excited.

It's not that they haven't taken a practical lesson in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In last year's class, the magical confrontation taught by Professor Apolkalis is still the most interesting teaching link in many students' minds-if Sister Elena can lighten it when hitting someone on the head.

Accompanied by Professor Lupin's voice, the little wizards quickly raised their wands and looked at each other vigilantly.

You know, there are many forms of magic confrontation.

In addition to the most regular red and blue group competition, last year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Apocalis adopted the second most form, which is to start indiscriminate chaos in the classroom.

Each round of "surviving" to the last three students can get the right to rest, and the rest will be pulled up from the ground by healing magic and participate in endless magical confrontations until they become one of the winners, or "Heroic" to the end of this dark magic defense class.

"Ahem, it's not a spell confrontation..."

Professor Lu Ping glanced at the classroom that instantly became like a battlefield, and pressed his hands with a wry smile.

Regarding the style of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester, he had already experienced it from the upper grades. After starting to learn the skills of silent spells, it was too easy to happen.

"We have to change the venue today." Lupin picked up the suitcase. "Will everyone follow me?"

The whole class was confused, but also found it interesting—at least it was more interesting than sitting in the classroom and copying the texts of Professor Umbridge—they stood up and walked out of the classroom with Professor Lupin.

Professor Lu Ping led them along the corridor with no one, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com turned a corner. There, Elena and the others saw the Peepee, who likes to tease people. It was floating in the air with its head down, trying to put the gum into the eye of the key closest to it.

It wasn't until Professor Lupin was two feet away from Pepy Ghost that Pepy Ghost looked up, and a hint of clever resistance flashed in its sly black eyes, and he sang rudely.

"Lupin, stupid and stupid," Pippi sang, "Lupin stupid and stupid, Lupin stupid and stupid—"

Pepigui has always been lawless and rude, but he usually has some respect for the professor.

Except when teasing the castle keeper, people rarely see Pepigui directly provoking a formal faculty member so directly. The students quickly turned their eyes to Professor Lupin to see how he treated him.

However, what surprised the students was that Professor Lupin did not feel any irritation.

"If I were you, Pippi, I won't use this method to cause trouble now..."

Lupin leaned down and said in a familiar tone as if he was talking to an old friend.

"Now the castle administrator is not the only one Mr. Filch, and your tactics have no effect at all for Sirius and Professor Apocalis... You have to think of a new trick."

"You don't need to talk too much! Stupid Mr. Professor--"

Pepy Ghost hovered angrily, grinned and gave a vulgar gesture to Lupin, whistling angrily.

"Sloppy and sloppy Sirius, sloppy and silly Lupin, sloppy and sloppy Sirius, sloppy and silly Lupin, sloppy and sloppy Sirius, sloppy and silly Lupin..."

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