Chapter 137: Flame

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"Harry, what's wrong?"

Fan Lin asked anxiously. Just where Justin's body was found, Harry was taken to Dumbledore's office by Professor McGonagall and refused to follow anyone.

"Harry..." Hermione asked hesitantly, "What happened? What did Professor Dumbledore say to you? How should this matter be resolved..."

"Harry..."

"Dumbledore believes me..." Harry suddenly said this like a neurotic.

"Do you think I am the heir of Slytherin?"

"Uh..." Fan Lin frowned, "Why do you think so? You are with us, how could it be possible..."

"Then why can I always hear those strange voices, and I always need these damn things..." Harry said a little frustrated, "This makes me doubt myself..."

"Uh..."

Everyone was silent. Although they believed in Harry, every time something strange happened, Harry seemed to be there. It seems that they are also involved...

"Harry...you shouldn't think so. We are just...just, by chance? Anyway, we need to speed up the progress. Now the attacks are becoming more and more frequent. You must cheer up..."

Fan Lin said palely, "Maybe you should take a good rest. You have been with us these days. Don't worry about those who question you..."

Hermione walked forward and grabbed Harry's arm with one hand. Her eyes were so clear that it seemed to comfort Harry.

"Okay..." Harry nodded, agreeing to the two's request, "But I really should relax...maybe going to bed now should be a good choice."

Harry smiled reluctantly, which looked very pale to Fan Lin, but it was better than Harry's gloomy face when he first found Harry.

"Okay..." Fan Lin nodded, "Then Hermione and I will continue to find information about the monster. Spiders can also petrify or kill people, and even make ghosts die again...but how can ghosts die again..."

This is obviously not a reasonable thing. Even in the magic world, this situation violates the existence of considerable laws.

Although, for most people, magic is also beyond cognition.

"Who knows, good night, Fanlin, Hermione, and..." Harry looked around. Ron had been in a daze in his original corner since just now, and had no intention of coming over.

"Okay... Good night!" Harry was really in no mood to think so much, and waved his hand tiredly. He needed a good sleep to replenish his physical strength.

"Good night..."

The two said good night to Harry. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Due to the terrorist attacks that occurred one after another, no one was allowed to appear in the corridors of Hogwarts at night.

And because of this, their astronomy observation class in the evening has been cancelled.

Even Fanlin heard that someone was planning to apply to leave Hogwarts. After all, even Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the magic world, said that Hogwarts was not safe and he could not guarantee everyone...

"Very quiet..."

Hermione was holding a book. After something like this happened, she really couldn't calm down to find those materials.

"Ah... yes, it is indeed very quiet." Fan Lin nodded, "even a little lifeless!"

Hermione closed the book and sat on the sofa, staring at the flames in the fireplace.

The fire was not bright, even very weak. Occasionally, one or two sparks would burst out because of the burning firewood, but they would quickly go out before they fell on the carpet.

The carpet here has been cast with magic.

"I never thought I would become a little witch..." Hermione said quietly, "I thought I would go to middle school and high school safely, and finally enter a favorite university and study a major that satisfies me."

"In fact, I also thought it would be like this, although I learned magic at a very young age..." Fan Lin touched his nose. He had also experienced being treated as a freak when he was a child.

"When you were a kid?" Hermione said puzzledly, "Didn't you first come into contact with magic when you came to Hogwarts?"

"No..." Fanlin smiled, "In fact, when I was very young, although I'm not big now... only half the size..."

Fanlin smiled awkwardly, "Because I accidentally entered the basement of my home. You know, my mother is a Chinese wizard, and all my talents come from her... I saw the first magic book in my life there, and then I embarked on this road of no return..."

"Road of no return?" Hermione looked at Fanlin strangely.

"Isn't it?" Fanlin smiled awkwardly, "At least my father thought so at first. I don't know why, he married a wizard, and then opposed his children to learn magic... In fact, it was Principal Dumbledore who went to our house in person to persuade my father, of course, and Professor McGonagall..."

"That's natural..." Hermione nodded undeniably, "Your grandmother is the principal of the Jiuxian Academy, and your grandfather is the Minister of the Chinese Ministry of Magic. How could they allow their grandson to not even know what magic is."

"..." Fan Lin scratched his head in embarrassment. That was true, but it always felt like Malfoy.

"But I'm the one who doesn't understand the most..." Hermione rolled her eyes, "You don't know how happy my parents were when I received the invitation letter to Hogwarts..."

"Maybe they want you to try something different..." Fan Lin said, hooking the flames with his hands in a bored manner, and the flames kept changing shapes with his hands.

"Magic is amazing, isn't it..." Hermione looked at Fanlin's movements, and she also fiddled with the fire with her hands.

Now two people each control a bunch of flames that are constantly hovering in the fireplace, which looks very interesting to them.

With a wave of their hands, the two flames collided in the sky, and with a snap, a beautiful flame flower appeared in front of them.

The two people looked at each other, and then they both laughed. They didn't know why, but they just wanted to laugh, which was very comfortable.

"I won't die, right!" Hermione said, looking into Fan Lin's eyes.

"Yes, nothing can hurt you, absolutely..."

Hermione nodded vigorously, "I thought so too, then good night, Fan Lin..."

"Good night!" (To be continued)