This Hermione's Style Is a Little Off

From Malfoy's insults to Anne rushing up and slapping him, everything happened so suddenly.

The team's sponsor's son got beaten up, so the Slytherin players should rush over and kick him a couple of times.

Ahem... Of course, they didn't kick Malfoy, but in the end, they refrained from doing so.

Anne's statement, "My brother is William Stark," may seem arrogant, but it was indeed intimidating.

Otherwise, Draco wouldn't keep mentioning his father.

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I would never lay a hand on someone in my life!

That's Stark's sister. Why don't you go up there and beat her up?

Do you really think William wasted the last two years at school?

While his influence wasn't as exaggerated Dumbledore's, which nearly broke through the atmosphere, it was still established nonetheless.

The halo of academic excellence is just the lowest level... William captures a Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic and becomes the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

He even killed a Basilisk with his own hands in full view of everyone.

This can't be faked!

Even Snape repeatedly warned everyone not to mess with that little brat Shit Stark.

Moreover, just a few months ago in Quidditch Match, Slytherin were utterly thrashed by William.

Given Slytherin's style, didn't anyone use fouling tactics against him during the match?

Of course not. William's fouls were far more sophisticated and extremely subtle, like those of a Quidditch player who had been playing for over a decade.

He nearly crippled the Slytherin student who attacked him with a few powerful elbow strikes.

They can't beat her in a fight, and they can't run away... Who would bother provoking Stark's sister?

Only a hothead like Malfoy would dare to open his mouth and utter Mudblood".

They deserved to be beaten.

But Malfoy's two henchmen were different.

Although Crabbe and Goyle were Slytherin, they did not inherit that cunning; instead, their intelligence was questionable.

To put it simply: they're not very bright.

When they were kids, their father had told them that when they saw Draco, they should just lick his boots!

So they rushed toward Anne.

Hermione didn't understand the meaning of Mudblood, but that didn't stop her from seeing Goyle and Crabbe rush over.

Hermione took a step forward, raised her right hand, and held the wand firmly in her palm.

"Impedimenta!"

A beam of light shot out rapidly, and when Goyle was two steps away from Anne, he stopped abruptly and fell to the ground.

It was as if an invisible wall stood between him and Anne.

Anne nimbly ducked, dodging Crabbe's punch.

Hermione swung her wand again, and Crabbe was now hanging upside down in the air.

Malfoy pulled out his wand and shouted at Hermione, "Tarantallegra!"

But Hermione reacted too quickly; before Malfoy could finish speaking, she shouted, "Expelliarmus!"

A blinding red flash streaked through the air, and Malfoy was knocked off his feet. He was sent flying backward, crashing into the Quidditch poles and curling up on the grass.

The whole process took less than ten seconds; Hermione single-handedly secured a triple kill.

Everyone stared in disbelief. Was this really Hermione?

Are you sure you didn't get the wrong script? The style is way off!

Could it be that William drank the Polyjuice Potion and was impersonating someone?

Neither side used wands just now, but now that a fight has broken out, the Slytherin students won't just stand by and watch.

Several people drew their wands and aimed them at Hermione without any hesitation; after all, she wasn't Stark's sister.

Where did the Stark get so many sisters?

But Hermione's combat experience was far too rich, or rather, her two-hour battles with William every night...

From the initial pain,

The pain was so bad I couldn't walk.

Exhaustion after becoming proficient

Sweating profusely,

He can fall asleep even while lying on the ground.

And then there's the anticipation and satisfaction of each day...

William ultimately helped Hermione grow up.

From a Muggle girl to a real witch.

The girl didn't try to forcefully resist a barrage of spells—that would be the most unwise way to fight—she spun her wand, pointing it at herself.

"Levicorpus!"

If Professor Flitwick were here, he might be momentarily stunned: this fighting style is really similar to William's...

All the spells failed, Hermione hung upside down in mid-air, waving her wand.

Tiny, almost invisible red ropes shot out, leaping up like venomous snakes from the grass, binding everyone's legs.

Caught off guard, the rope was pulled gently, tripping the Slytherin student to the ground.

Sterling lay on the ground pretending to be dead, letting out a barely perceptible sigh, as if he had provoked some terrible monster.

this time,

How embarrassing!

Should we tell Professor Snape?

I won't say.

I can't swallow this!

Tell me,

How so?

He got beaten up by a second-year Muggle-born wizard?

Is it one against seven?

This is so difficult!

William, Cedric, and Qiu crossed the meadow and arrived at Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid was sitting in the room, engrossed in reading a book.

Good heavens, Hagrid is actually reading a book.

What book did he read last time... "The Complete Guide to Breeding Dragons in England"? The one before that was " On the On Castration Techniques for Three-Headed Dogs".

Every time Hagrid reads a book, he adopts a little cutie as his godson (or daughter).

"Hey, Hagrid, what are you looking at?" Qiu asked from the window.

"Oh, it's nothing, just browsing, books about life and philosophy." Hagrid hurriedly stuffed his books under the bed.

"Hagrid, what book is that?"

The three entered the house, and Qiu asked in a sweet, cloying voice.

"You didn't adopt another Magical Creatures, did you? The animals you adopt are all... adorable. Let us see them!" Qiu lied.

"You guys think so too?" Hagrid chuckled. "But there aren't any small animals this time."

Hagrid looked rather mysterious.

"I'll show you, but don't tell anyone else," Hagrid said nervously.

All three nodded quickly.

Hagrid walked to the door, tossed Fang out so it could watch over the outside, and then closed the wooden door.

Hagrid took out a book, which read, " On the On the Self-Cultivation of a Professor"

"Hagrid, you want to be a teacher?" Cedric asked, puzzled.

"No." Hagrid opened the book.

"That day, Professor Kettleburn chatted with me. All the insects he kept had died, and he was quite sad. He didn't want to continue being a professor anymore and wanted to retire. He even asked if I was interested."

"Is Professor Kettleburn really retiring?" William raised an eyebrow.

etc...

William suddenly remembered Professor Trelawney's Prophecy.

According to the inexplicable curse, Lockhart is definitely leaving next year.

If Professor Kettleburn also retires and goes home... then it will be two people leaving forever.

Did Professor Trelawney foresee all of this?

Or was she well-informed and knew in advance that Professor Kettleburn was retiring, so she said that on purpose?

This professor who Prophecy... he's got some skills.

No wonder Dumbledore always treated her like a daughter!

They raised them for a full thirteen years!

The affection is not the kind of "keeping" or "supporting," but rather the kind of "providing for."