The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts Chapter 20

"Seven...one...eight...four" Tom entered the four numbers in order. When the fourth number was entered, the lock made a crisp "click" and fell off the treasure chest.

"Come on, don't be shy." Tom motioned for Hermione to put her hand up, and they just pushed gently, and the second layer of the treasure chest was opened.

What shocked Hermione happened. A tall wizard with a pair of half-moon glasses, a long crooked nose, silver hair and a beard draped to his waist came out of the box.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Hermione shrank to the ground with a scream.

Professor Dumbledore stared at her with majestic eyes, his eyes were piercing, as if he could see the deepest secrets of Hermione's heart.

"I'm not, please let me explain, I didn't... Please don't fire me!" Hermione was already in a mess, she almost cried, and the feeling of fear lingered in her heart. She didn't know how to explain to her parents that she was expelled on her first day of school.

Professor Dumbledore came out of the box, getting closer to Hermione, and stretched out a dry, old hand to Hermione...

Suddenly, his movements froze, and Tom did not know when he went around his back, holding a rolled out scroll and sticking it to his back.

The scroll was only made of parchment, but it was tightly adhered to Professor Dumbledore's back like a plaster. What happened next was very unexpected to Hermione: Professor Dumbledore was like a Like being splashed by hot water, he made a distorted scream, followed by a sound like a whip, and Dumbledore in front of him shattered like a balloon. After the shattered, he formed a cloud of smoke, crazy. trembling, as if trying to get out of Tom's control, but all failed. The scroll was like a vortex, pulling it, preventing it from getting out of control.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opened slightly, and what she saw in front of her was beyond the scope of her imagination.

"What's going on here? What is this thing?" Even if Hermione had no knowledge of this, she knew that the cloud of smoke in front of her could never be Professor Dumbledore—the professor wasn't Voldemort, and he wouldn't have planted it on a child. of.

"Boggart, a non-existence that transcends life and death, can be transformed into something that anyone nearby is afraid of." Tom glanced at Hermione, "So the thing you fear most is being expelled from school?"

Hermione shouted angrily like a child who had been exposed: "Even if I get fired, it's your fault!"

But soon this Boggart caught her attention.

"So this is a magical animal?" Curiosity prevailed, and driven by curiosity, Hermione put the experience just now behind her.

"No, it's 'non-being', they are a species of magical beings. They themselves transcend life and death, and have no counterpart in the Muggle world, Muggles can only perceive all non-beings known so far. Beings transcend life and death, so they are neither born nor die, non-beings arise out of human emotions and feed on them.

Because non-beings cannot truly be destroyed, sorcerers have invented various spells to drive them away, using positive emotions to prevent them from causing negative emotions in their victims. The key to fighting non-existence is emotion, and Boggart, for example, is about overcoming fear in your heart. "

Hermione looked at the Boggart thoughtfully, "So you wish to acquire a certain characteristic of it?"

At this time, Tom had loosened the scroll, watching it float in the air, and inhaled the Boggart little by little.

"To be honest, I didn't expect to absorb a Bogut at first, I wanted to find a fire dragon or a unicorn or something, but who would have thought that this senior sealed a Bogut in the treasure chest? , and I happen to not be able to dispel Boggart's spell." Tom spread his hands, indicating that it was life.

Although Tom knows the pronunciation of many spells, but only knowing the pronunciation will not be able to cast spells.

Hermione felt a little guilty, and her smart eyes were full of apology: "I'm sorry, I made you consume such a precious scroll..." Hermione blamed herself a little: If he hadn't lost his mind, Tom wouldn't have been able to consume the scroll. Bar?

"It should be a blessing in disguise," Tom comforted Hermione, "there must be a reason for the senior who left this agency to put Boggart on the second floor, maybe he thinks this scroll is the most suitable for rubbing Boggart. What? After all, who would put a punishing monster in a treasure chest?"

Hermione nodded, she also thought it made sense. At this time, the Boggart was also rubbed, and there was a pool of indescribable things on the scroll. It looked like both liquid and gas. It even looked like a solid, and the scroll gradually closed. The treasure chest snapped shut.

The scroll floated and flew in front of Tom. He stretched out his right hand and gently caught it. The scroll was like frost in the sun, and gradually melted in his hand. Tom felt a warm current flowing down his right hand to his limbs, followed by A tingling sensation in the bones and a burning sensation in the blood.

A few minutes later, under Hermione's concerned eyes, Tom opened his mouth and exhaled a large plume of white steam, and the scroll disappeared, replaced by a six-sided silver ring, the top one on the top. Inlaid with a black gem, there is a faint white mist flowing inside.

"Huh..." After exhaling the last bit of turbid air in his body, Tom also realized the characteristic he inherited from Boggart - imitation. Tom also realized the good intentions of his predecessors: Boggart is indeed the most suitable magical creature for that scroll. Boggart is a very interesting magical creature. Its strength is that it can become any kind of creature, and it can also inherit some of the abilities of the creature it has become!

For example, the Bogut that Professor Lupin found can be turned into a ghost, a mummy, or even a dementor, and Harry used his own experience to prove that the dementor that Bogut turned into is only slightly inferior to the real one. That's it!

However, it seems that his inherited ability is also limited. Tom stared at the ring in his hand, feeling something in his heart.

"How is it? What abilities have you acquired?" Hermione came over curiously.

Tom didn't say much nonsense. He directly stretched out his right index finger and tapped it on Hermione's forehead. Then Hermione watched the young man's hair grow longer and browner, and his body gradually became feminine...

Another "Hermione" appeared in front of her, and even her clothes were imitated perfectly.

Chapter end

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