Chapter eight hundred and eighty seventh dragon slayer eventually becomes a dragon
"I can't believe it, it's amazing!"
A moment later, on the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry was still immersed in excitement.
"This is actually my mother's old textbook. I finally know why Professor Slughorn said before that my mother is the most talented witch he has ever seen in potions. It's simply... amazing!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's really amazing."
Elena nodded strangely, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
"Ms. Lily, the Half-Blood Prince, is much better than me in the fields of potions and occult science."
You know, when Elena saw Harry going directly to the desk of the faculty to ask Sirius and Lupin, she was still thinking hard about how to smooth things over so that Professor Snape would not die socially on the spot.
Who would have known that Padfoot and Moony Face would assist with a backhand assist, completely confirming Snape's status as a "boy mother".
Thinking about it carefully, even in fifth grade, Lily still seemed to hate the foursome.
If it weren't for the words "I don't need help from a smelly little Mudblood like her!", maybe the person standing in front of her right now wouldn't be Harry Potter, but Harry Snape.
"I still find it strange why a girl, a second grade girl, would call herself a prince."
Ron muttered quietly, still insisting on his previous point of view.
"Besides, don't you think it's a coincidence? Harry happened to break his own book, and then he happened to choose the old textbook left by his mother from the cabinet."
"Oh, this is normal -"
Elena shrugged, turned her head and looked at Hermione who was in a daze, and said seriously.
"Granger, come on, call daddy!"
"roll!"
"Hey, hey, don't be angry, I'm just giving you an example..."
Elena touched her nose nonchalantly, looked at Hermione who had regained her energy, and explained shamelessly.
"Haha - then why don't you use yourself as an example?"
"Dad! I can't sleep alone at night!"
Elena replied without any restraint, quickly opening her arms, "Dad, please give me a hug--"
"...Don't make trouble! We have a whole day of classes tomorrow!"
Hermione sighed rather speechlessly.
She was not surprised. In the field of shamelessness, Elena seemed to have never lost.
"Speaking of which, did you notice just now..."
Hermione caught the white-haired dumpling who almost fell into the stair trap in time and said thoughtfully.
"Professor Lupine said when he left, see you in class tomorrow afternoon?"
"Eh, is there one?" Harry was stunned and said in confusion, "Did you remember it wrong?"
"No--"
Hermione took out the course schedule from her schoolbag and looked at it carefully——
"There are only two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes tomorrow afternoon, both taught by Professor Umbridge... and judging from what Professor Lupin means, maybe we will see a new professor tomorrow, don't you think so, Eileen?
Na?"
"Oh, right?"
Elena winked cutely.
With Hermione's prompting, she finally remembered to jump over that annoying step this time.
"Let's go back to the dormitory quickly, wash up and go to bed. I'm almost exhausted."
She added, and then took the lead to walk towards the corridor ahead. After reaching this floor, she would not get lost. After all, she could see the portrait of the Fat Lady when she looked up, so there was no way she could go wrong.
"Eh? Professor Lupine is coming to teach our grade?!"
Only then did Ron look at Hermione in surprise and asked belatedly.
"For the time being, let's go to Class A. As for the more detailed situation, we will probably know it only during class tomorrow afternoon... If Elena doesn't say anything tonight, she will definitely know something."
Hermione looked at the white-haired dumpling not far away who was chatting with the fat lady, and frowned slightly.
She suddenly realized that there would be no help from Hannah or Luna tonight.
Compared to "organizing groups to make dumplings" every weekend, from Monday to Friday, Elena, who has the right to pass the four courtyards, has always had an overwhelming advantage on the solo battlefield... Oops...
"Elena, I don't feel well today... I want to go to bed early."
After a while, looking at the white-haired dumpling excitedly climbing onto her bed, Hermione said quite seriously.
Compared to Elena, who has not yet developed, her reason can be said to be extremely legitimate.
After all, when they went to the school hospital together some time ago, Bai Mao Tuanzi's knowledge about menstrual periods even impressed Madam Pomfrey, and now she is using those theories to protect herself.
"Ah? Oh——"
The dull hair on Elena's head shook in frustration.
Then, she suddenly remembered something and mysteriously took out a strange object.
"By the way, Hermione, do you have a large amount? Do you want to use this? This is a new type of magic sanitary napkin jointly developed by Gringotts and Hogwarts. It has strong absorption, can be recycled many times, and can be cleaned without using magic...
"
"Magic... sanitary napkin?"
Hermione, who was about to go to bed, was stunned for a moment, and took the piece of fabric from Elena's hand with some suspicion.
She pinched it subconsciously. It was very thin, as if it were a piece of paper.
Different from the models provided by the Hogwarts campus hospital and imported from the Muggle world, the one Elena gave her seems to be softer and lighter. The only drawback may be that the middle part is a little hard.
"Well, this one can be used day and night... don't worry."
Elena waved her hand, shrank comfortably to the bed, and started writing in her diary.
"Tom, record this - number: 03, the highest service level - if you dare to interrupt me next time, then I will definitely multiply this number by ten and focus on the middle-aged women's market."
Tom Riddle's diary is essentially a special carrier of magic.
In a sense, it is similar to the notebook belonging to the God of Death in "**" that Elena saw in her previous life. Even if a small piece of paper is torn off, the effectiveness of the magic will not be affected.
After repeated magic tests, Tom Riddle's diary does not have the ability to actively attack.
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In other words, once its reading and writing functions are "sealed", this piece of paper only has the passive ability to absorb "liquid attachments" - it can be regarded as an excellent sanitary napkin material today.
Of course, considering the huge market demand in the future, it is far from enough to just force Tom to absorb it.
After Draco Malfoy learns this magic technique, Gringotts Wizarding Bank can start to promote the corresponding expansion of production and marketing work - as a well-known pure-blood family in the wizarding world, the Malfoy family has
In terms of business acumen and execution ability, he has always been quite trustworthy.
As for the name "Magic Sanitary Napkin King", does it sound good?
Anyway, that will be a long time later. In the face of gold galleons and social influence, she believes that Lucius Malfoy will not make it difficult for her - not to mention, this is also the Dark Lord's mission.
No matter which world we are in, women always come first when it comes to consumption.
………
Under the care of the "Riddle-same" sanitary napkin model, Hermione slept particularly peacefully that night.
Compared with competing products in the non-magical world, under the influence of Tom Riddle's magic, not to mention any conventional aunt residue, even sweat and secretions are absorbed extremely refreshingly.
Another advantage of the special model provided by Elena is that it does not need to be replaced frequently.
"Is this really a magical product developed under your leadership? When will Gringotts plan to promote it? What is the principle of this magic? It's incredible! Hey, if it's not a transformation spell, could it be the Traceless Stretch Charm and other magic?
Mixed use? Do you have any other unfinished products..."
The next day, until they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Hermione was still asking curiously.
Different from pure magic, Elena depicts a broader world before her eyes, a world of industrial operation and processing that cannot be understood in books and is hidden behind the magical society.
"Okay, okay... just follow me out and take a look at the weekend and you will know..."
Elena rubbed her temples with a headache.
"Class is about to start. It's Thursday today. I can't wait a few days. Someone will explain it in detail then."
If she had known that "Calculation Girl" would mistakenly evolve into "One Hundred Thousand Whys Girl", she should have been more thoughtful when answering the first question, or at least not talk so proudly.
Now, Hermione's interest was completely aroused, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
But on the other hand, such a huge system of modern industry cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
Fortunately, counting the time, class is almost about to start.
Due to Professor Umbridge's previous rules, students usually arrive at the classroom early.
When there were about five minutes left before class started, all the students in Class A of the second grade had arrived.
The students sat down, took out their books, quills and parchment, and looked at the podium quietly and confusedly.
Professor Umbridge was not in the classroom, which was a very strange sign.
According to the usual situation, by this time she should have already started to call the roll call, and started to display today's class content on the blackboard, and asked everyone to copy the text word for word.
Just as commotion gradually began to appear in the classroom, a haggard wizard with a sickly face walked in.
"Good afternoon," Lupine smiled slightly and put his tattered suitcase on the desk. "I regret to inform you that due to some work reasons, Professor Umbridge's class schedule is slightly longer.
The keys have been locked a bit, and from now on I will teach everyone the Defense Against the Dark Arts class every Thursday afternoon."
There was a burst of whispers in the classroom, and the students exchanged surprised looks.
It was almost the same last semester. Just after Halloween, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was changed from Professor Quirrell to Professor Apokalis. This time it was even a few days earlier than last year.
Hermione, Harry and other young wizards who had guessed in advance had expressions that confirmed this.
"Today is a practical lesson," Lupine said. "Please put all the books back into your bag. You only need your wand."
The whole class put their books back in their schoolbags, and their expressions that were originally numb and dull began to become excited.
It's not like they haven't taken practical classes in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
In last year's class, the magic confrontation taught by Professor Apokalis is still the most interesting teaching part in the minds of many students - it would be great if Sister Elena could be gentle when hitting people on the head.
Following Professor Lupin's voice, the little wizards quickly raised their wands and looked at each other warily.
You know, there are many forms of magical confrontation.
In addition to the most conventional red and blue group competitions, in last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Apokalis used the second most common form, which was to start an indiscriminate brawl in the classroom.
The last three students who "survive" in each round can get the right to rest, and the remaining people will be pulled up from the ground by healing magic and participate in the endless magic confrontation until they become one of the winners, or...
"Heroically" endured until the end of this Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Ahem, it's not a fight against magic..."
Professor Luping glanced at the classroom that instantly looked like a battlefield, smiled bitterly and pressed his hands.
Regarding the style of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester, he had already experienced it from the senior students. After he started to come into contact with the technique of silent spells, it was too easy for the gun to go off.
"We have to change the venue today," Lupine picked up the suitcase, "Can everyone follow me?"
The whole class was confused, but also found it interesting - at least it was more interesting than sitting in the classroom copying Professor Umbridge's texts - they stood up and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom.
Professor Lupine led them along the deserted corridor and turned a corner. There, Elena and the others saw Peeves, who liked to play tricks on people. He was floating in the air with his head down, working hard.
Put the chewing gum into the keyhole closest to it.
It wasn't until Professor Lupine was two feet away from Peeves that Peeves raised his head and looked up. A hint of defiance flashed in his cunning black eyes, and he began to sing rudely.
Peeves has always been lawless and rude, but he usually has some respect for the professor.
Except when playing tricks on the castle caretaker, people rarely see Peeves directly provoking an official faculty member like this. The students quickly turned their attention to Professor Lupin to see how he would deal with it.
However, what surprised the students was that Professor Lu Ping was not angry at all.
"If I were you, Peeves, I wouldn't use this method to cause trouble now..."
Lupine leaned down and spoke in a familiar tone as if he were talking to an old friend.
"Mr. Filch is not the only administrator of the castle now. These methods of yours will have no effect on Sirius and Professor Apocalypse... You have to think of something new."
"No need for you to talk! Silly Professor——"
Peeves circled angrily, bared his teeth, made a vulgar gesture towards Lupine, and whistled angrily.
"Sloppy Sirius, stupid and confused Lupin, sloppy Sirius, stupid and confused Lupin, sloppy Sirius, stupid and confused Lupine..."