In the morning, Aini walked into the office with Hatche in his arms.
There was a thunderstorm last night, and Sanchez blinked his big eyes and asked for a walk.
The thunderbird flying through the clouds excitedly carried Aini for four hours before returning home with his little friend after the last trace of thunder sank into the earth.
I returned to the tree house and read for a while, and occasionally gained some insights. The sun reminded the wizard who was fascinated by knowledge that it was dawn.
Although Aini's high energy level makes it okay to go without sleep for a whole day, he is still a bit lazy by habit.
However, this laziness disappeared without a trace after opening the office door.
The piles of books on the table almost reached the ceiling, and papers with scrawled writing were scattered everywhere, making it as messy as a litter of huskies.
Hermione sat disheveled in the center of the pile of papers, with her disheveled hair hanging down, revealing only a pair of big eyes, staring blankly at the tip of her pen and thinking hard, as if she was trying to solve some world problem. She was so absorbed that she didn't even notice anyone entering the door.
Aini quietly closed the door. Before he could ask any questions, he saw the girl slapping her pen on the table and pulling her hair and clothes frantically.
"Obviously it should be able to connect, but there is something wrong with it, %￥@..."
The little witch mumbled something like she was venting her anger, then stretched out a piece of manuscript paper and continued to calculate. Aini glanced at it and roughly knew what was going on.
Good guy, a school student who has only been exposed to magic text for a few years actually tried to deduce a magic text chain by himself. It's really...
The magic text chain, or magic text sequence, or magic text construction, is a magic text structure that allows functionally related magic texts to fit together and play a specific role. It is widely used in alchemy, enchantment and other fields.
After another deduction, Hermione placed her fingertips on the parchment, and the runes of different shapes came out in succession and connected with each other, gradually forming the prototype of the rune chain.
As the chain grew longer and longer, the magic patterns on the paper began to tremble, growing from small to large, intensifying, and finally dispersed in a flash of light.
The magic text is still the magic text, but it has nothing to do with the "chain".
"You also want to participate in the warrior selection?"
This kind of magic text chain that even beginners dare to play with, even if it is scattered and hidden on the paper, Aini can grasp the creator's thoughts at a glance.
"ah!"
The sudden sound startled the girl, who almost jumped up from the sofa. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Aini, put down her wand and patted her already sizable chest.
"Well, I don't understand why Dumbledore wants to limit the age of competition. Shouldn't the selection of warriors be based on strength?"
Hermione squeezed into the fluffy sofa again, like a cute cat.
Just like in the original track, the old man only drew a line for the selection of contestants. There are no other requirements. If you are over 17 years old, you can do it, but if you are under 17 years old, you can't.
Unlike the original track where she was afraid to avoid the risks of participating, the little witch is now very interested in being elected as a warrior, and she is somewhat determined to win.
Then at night, I quietly deduced the magic text chain.
According to Hermione's expectation, it shouldn't be difficult to just add one or two years to her age. However, it didn't take long for her to realize that her thinking was too simple.
Constructing the magic text is a very rigorous subject, and there is no room for any omissions. So the girl spent the entire night competing on the division and combination of the magic text, putting more effort into it than writing dozens of Mathematical Olympiad test papers.
"It's a good idea, add years, years..."
Ani took a piece of parchment and put it in front of Hermione. He muttered and fiddled with the runes on it. Soon a magic rune chain was formed under his hands. In less than two seconds, it seemed like the girl had experienced a lot.
Over and over again, the chain suddenly disintegrated and lay flat on the paper.
"Actually, your idea is already very complete. These magic patterns can indeed add one year to the age determination after being integrated, but..."
It was the same piece of parchment just now, and the same steps were followed, except that when the magic text chain was about to take shape again, Ani added another magic text on it.
"'Object', the magic text chain lacks a target, so after it is formed, its effectiveness has no direction, and it cannot be completely penetrated, so it will automatically decompose. And this requires adding a chimeric magic text, here..."
Following Aini's words, the magic words were embedded into the overall structure one by one, a faint light flashed from beginning to end, and the shape of the magic text chain stabilized.
It’s done.
"Ha, that's it. I should have thought of it earlier. Thank you, Ani."
Looking at the steadily formed magic text chain, the girl excitedly hugged Aini's arm and smiled happily.
"Why, do you really want to try to be a Triwizard Champion?"
Ani looked at Hermione with a half-smile, "Girl, you think it's easy."
"Well, well, as the president, it wouldn't be too shameful if I couldn't be elected."
The girl's little head connected up and down, and her magic chain must be much more reliable than the twins' potion.
"Then guess who is the most accomplished person in Hogwarts' magic literature?"
Seeing that the little witch was still immersed in the fantasy of being elected as a warrior, Ani asked a question.
"Is it you? Or Professor Babling?"
When encountering a problem, people always subconsciously look for answers from around them first. Then, the happy little witch saw a narrow smile blooming on Aini's face.
"It's Dumbledore, and this time he will personally exclude contestants who are under 17 years old."
As soon as she finished speaking, the clever little witch understood the meaning - with this basic level magic text chain, it was not enough to get through in front of Dumbledore.
Snap, the corners of Hermione's mouth twitched, and the happiness transferred to Ani's face.
"Hahahaha~"
"You're still smiling~ Help me think of a solution~"
Listening to the other party's negative and empathetic laughter, Hermione raised her small fist and gave Aini a gentle blow.
"There is a way, but I don't recommend you to participate in this Triwizard Tournament."
Aini stopped laughing and said seriously.
"Huh? Ah! Could it be that person..."
Today's Hermione is much more transparent than in the original trajectory. It only took a little thought to figure out the truth of the matter.
"Now it's basically certain that he got mixed up with Karkaroff."
Since the girl mastered Occlumency, there was no need to hide many things from her, especially as the influence of the Society grew day by day, it would be more convenient with Hermione's assistance.
"That being said, I want to participate even more."
Hermione muttered something under her breath, but rationally gave up the idea of participating.
If that person is really in Durmstrang's team, there may be many things that need her to arrange and cooperate with, urge the club members to take more precautions, inquire about information, observe the movement of personnel...etc., and there won't be much thought.
It can be put into competition.
But...
The girl raised her head and smiled with crooked eyebrows.
This feeling of being needed is sweeter to her than holding a trophy.