Fight the younger ones first, then the older ones. This is the course of action Wu Ming has formulated for himself.
With this idea, Wu Ming eats more deliciously and feels that his life is full of motivation again.
More than half an hour passed as we devoured and ate and drank.
At this time, almost a third of the students in the entire hall had left, and Hermione and Ron were among them.
"Professor Wu Ming, long time no see."
Professor Quirrell was wearing a new headscarf. When he saw Wu Ming finishing his meal, he seemed to be seeing someone from the same profession, and invited him: "I collected a few new headscarves, but no one appreciated them. Professor Wu Ming, do you have any?"
If you are interested, come with me to appreciate it?"
...Snapped...
The spoon in his hand, which had been violently placed on the dinner plate, made a crisp sound.
Wu Ming looked up and saw Professor Quirrell in front of him. He pushed away his chair and walked towards the passage: "Let that damn headscarf go to hell..."
Pushing away the chair, he walked away gracefully, leaving only a dumbfounded Professor Quirrell.
Along the way, I walked through several corridors, ignoring a few ghosts floating by.
Wu Ming walked firmly towards the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor.
"The password..." On the door of the Gryffindor lounge, there was a portrait of the Fat Lady, frowning at Wu Ming who was walking towards him.
Different from the two stone statues with fighting power in front of the principal's office.
The portrait of the Fat Lady here is only responsible for accepting commands to open the door, and does not have any combat effectiveness.
"Dragon scum!"
After saying the password to enter, the fat lady tilted her head and thought for a moment, then slowly opened the door.
Wu Ming looked at the permanent magic cast on the portrait of the Fat Lady with great interest. Finally, he discovered that the Fat Lady in the portrait was the door lock. Without the other party's affirmation, he would never be able to enter the lounge.
of.
Of course, the word "can't get in" here just refers to normal means.
If he really had to force his way in, a simple blasting spell would be able to blast away the obstruction of the portrait, and the fat lady would have no power to fight back.
"What's wrong with Hermione today? She was distracted during dinner!"
"Who knows, I always thought she was mysterious, don't you think so Harry?"
"One thing is, although the three of us are best friends, I always don't know what Hermione is thinking."
As the door opened, the conversation between Harry and Ron could be heard.
Hearing these conversations, Wu Ming smiled indifferently and walked into the Gryffindor lounge.
The Gryffindor common room is a large and cozy room with many sofas surrounding the fireplace.
Harry and Ron were holding a box of snacks, their mouths full of leftovers.
"Teach, professor, why are you here?"
"Cough cough cough... I'm choking, give me water!"
Seeing Wu Ming's arrival, Harry exclaimed, and Ron choked up.
Seeing the two people in a hurry, Wu Ming waved his hands with a smile and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm here to find Hermione. You guys eat slowly."
Hearing that they were not here to find him, Ron took a few sips of water and finally swallowed the food.
On the other side, Harry stood up from the sofa, looked at Wu Ming who was walking up to the second floor, and asked: "Professor, have you heard of the Sorcerer's Stone?"
There was a slight pause in his steps, and Wu Ming, who was standing on the stairs, slowly turned back to look at Harry.
Under the gaze, Harry lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at Wu Ming.
After a while, Wu Ming raised his steps again, and only two words passed: "Yes..."
After receiving a positive answer, Harry wanted to speak, but Wu Ming had already knocked on Hermione's room.
In the Gryffindor lounge, men are on the left and women are on the right. There are dozens of rooms lined up.
Hermione's room was right next to the corridor upstairs, and her name was written on the door number.
Dong dong dong...
"Harry, I'm very tired today. Let's talk about anything tomorrow. If you want to ask about homework, go to the next room and see the prefect. He will tell you."
Hermione in the room thought the person coming was Harry, her tone was full of helplessness.
Wu Ming frowned slightly after hearing the sound and continued to knock on the door a few times.
...crunch...
Hearing constant knocking on the door, Hermione opened the door in desperation.
The next second, Hermione, who had just opened the door, her eyes narrowed slightly and her breathing became noticeably heavier.
"Professor, why are you here?" Hermione's eyes flashed with panic, and her tone was somewhat intermittent.
"Why, don't you welcome me?"
Wu Ming looked at Hermione blocking the door, and said in a very low voice: "I have the Sorcerer's Stone here, I think you will be interested!"
"Magic, magic stone..."
Hearing the name of the Sorcerer's Stone, Hermione lowered her head and saw Ron and Ron looking down, looking as if they were about to cry.
Seeing the expression on Hermione's face, Wu Ming shook his head speechlessly.
Compared to Dumbledore's mature and prudent attitude and his upbeat demeanor, Hermione, a time-traveler who is easily scared to tears at every turn, is just like a child and too hopeless.
"Please let me in. We have a lot to talk about, and you will have a lot of questions to ask me." Wu Ming gently opened the door, and regardless of Hermione's hesitation, he strode in.
In the bedroom.
The bedroom does not occupy a large area. In addition to their respective desks, there are also four small beds.
Wu Ming looked along the bedside and found that the other three girls had not returned yet. This was just the right time.
"What's your name?" Wu Ming picked up a book from the desk and asked Hermione without looking back.
"Hermione Granger!"
"No, how could you call Hermione Granger!"
Hermione replied, and Wu Ming denied it with great certainty.
Hearing what Wu Ming said, Hermione's eyes flashed with panic, and she hesitated and said: "Professor, this is the girls' dormitory. According to the rules, you are not allowed in."
"Yeah!"
Wu Ming picked up the book in his hand, turned to the last page, and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione looked down at the book and found that on the last page, there happened to be a line of small words written, signed by the Half-Blood Prince.
"This is the Half-Blood Prince's book. It is placed in the old bookcase on the right side of the room in the Potions class. If you need a reminder, I can tell you without reservation that the Half-Blood Prince is the Potions Professor, our dear
Mr. Snape! And this Potions Encyclopedia is Snape's favorite. I think you must not have told its owner when you stole it, right?"
Wu Ming looked into Hermione's eyes, tapped her nose lightly, and said with a smile: "Dear fellow time traveler, please tell me now, what is your name?"
"Feng Yueyue..."
"from where?"
"Shanghai..."
"which year?"
"2012... Wow, you bully people."
Halfway through the conversation, Hermione started crying, leaving Wu Ming stunned.
Wu Ming was obviously stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and asked hesitantly: "How old were you when you traveled through time?"
"14 years old..."
"That's right, you cry all the time, sir, who can do this!
Wu Ming sighed, and Feng Yueyue, the little time traveler opposite, cried even louder after hearing the sound."