Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

Chapter 062 Poor Harry (For Flowers)

Artel was blowing the wind, watching Hermione and the golden ripples of fish scales on the lake, with an indescribable satisfaction in his heart.

According to normal development, Harry’s actual combat ability is the strongest in the Iron Triangle, especially after the creation of Dumbledore’s Army, although Hermione is very talented, she is not as good as Harry in combat.

But now with Artel, everything is different.

If nothing else, at least it’s okay to hang Harry.

In particular, Artel’s spells are not originally in this world, which also means that no one has seen these spells before, and there will be an unexpected effect after they are used.

Just thinking about it, Hermione walked over to Artel and sat down, rubbed her sore wrist, and complained excitedly:

“It’s just too difficult. I can’t release it perfectly. Even if I’m fully prepared, the success rate is only one-third. If it’s a battle, or in a hurry, it’s very likely that the release will fail.”

“Then it’s up to you to practice slowly. Magic spells are different from reading books. They need a lot of practice, and they also need to conduct actual combat drills, so that they can better master the magic spell.”

Artel reached out and wiped the sweat from Hermione’s brow.

Hermione’s breathing was a little short, but she didn’t say anything.

“I think you can try to sign up for Professor Flitwick’s fighting club next year, it should be of great help to you, and also, practice polymorphism a lot, polymorphism plays a far more important role in combat than you think. Big.”

“At the level of the dean, the headmaster, he uses polymorphism a lot in duels.”

After hearing Artel’s words, Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

“I understand, in addition to reading books, I will spend part of my time practicing magic spells!”

Hermione clenched her fists and made a cheering gesture.

Artel let out a laugh, folded his hands behind his head, and lay down on the lawn.

Hermione followed suit and lay down. The two of them didn’t speak. Apart from the wind, they seemed to be able to hear each other’s breathing, which made Hermione’s heart beat faster.

After a while, the sun was about to set.

The wind on the lake turned a little gloomy, and Artel sat up, looked at Hermione, and found that she was asleep.

After practicing the light shield spell for nearly two hours, although the leaf earrings can restore her mental strength, she still feels mentally and psychologically exhausted.

Seeing Hermione curled up into a sleeping ball, Artel reached out and squeezed her cheek.

“Well.”

Hermione stretched as if stretching, then opened her eyes, saw Artel looking at her, and sat up immediately blushing.

“I’m a little tired, and I fell asleep unconsciously.”

Hermione said in a low voice, as if feeling a little embarrassed, and said angrily:

“But it’s better than someone falling asleep reading a book.”

“Yes, yes, you are right, we should go back. After the sun goes down, it should be cold outside.”

As he spoke, Artel stood up and glanced at the Quidditch pitch, where the friendly match had long since ended and there was no one left.

However, there are many senior wizard couples on the edge of the Black Lake, and young wizards like Artel and Hermione are more eye-catching.

“Well, I do feel a little cold when you say that. I want a meringue cream of mushroom soup for dinner today. I used to be at home and my mother would make it for me when it was cold in winter.”

Hermione stood up, took out her wand and released a clean-up on herself and Artel, clearing the weeds and dust off the two of them, before returning to the castle with Artel.

Before the two entered the castle, they saw Harry and Ron who had just left Filch’s office after confinement. They were disgraced and looked exhausted.

Hermione only found out after asking a question. It turned out that the two had been punished by Snape to clean up the prefect’s bathroom and the vegetable warehouse. After the double destruction of the spirit, he was able to leave.

Now the two were hungry and tired. After talking to Hermione a few words, they said hello to Artel, and hurried to the auditorium to prepare for dinner.

“It must be Snape! He’s taking revenge on us for sabotaging his plans yesterday. Look, I’ll find a way to stop him.”

When they parted, Artel heard that Harry was still analyzing the possibility of Snape stealing the Philosopher’s Stone with Ron.

“Poor Harry.”

Artel shook his head.

Hermione thought Artel was talking about Harry and Ron being punished, and snorted.

“They deserve it. The two of them have already deducted two percent from Gryffindor. If it weren’t for them, our academy wouldn’t be negative.”

Hermione had now added back the fifty points she had deducted, so she spoke very hard.

“Let’s go, let’s go eat too, and I’ll try the soup you mentioned.”

During dinner, Artel saw Dumbledore in the professor’s chair, and he didn’t know whether he came back by himself after finishing his work, or was called back by Snape and the others because of something strange in the castle. *