Mysterious Journey
Chapter 866 The Dragon Slayer Becomes the Dragon
A few moments 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 my mother was the most gifted witch at potions he'd ever seen. It's just... incredible!"
"Yes, yes, it's really incredible."
Elaina nodded with a strange expression, her lips twitching slightly.
"'Half-Blood Prince' Lily, is much stronger than me in potions and mysteries."
You know, when Elaina saw Harry go directly to the staff table to ask about Sirius and Lupin, she was still trying to figure out how to smooth things over to prevent Professor Snape from socially dying on the spot.
Who knew that Padfoot and Moony would return the favor with an assist, completely confirming Snape's "male mother" status.
Come to think of it, even in her fifth year, Lily still seemed to dislike the Marauders quite a bit.
If it hadn't been for that sentence, "I don't need help from that filthy little Mudblood!" maybe it wouldn't be Harry Potter standing in front of her at this moment, but Harry Snape instead.
"I still think it's strange, why would a girl, a second-year girl, call herself a prince?"
Ron muttered quietly, still sticking to his previous point of view.
"And, don't you think it's too coincidental that Harry just happened to ruin his book, and then just happened to pick his mother's old textbook out of the cabinet?"
"Oh, this is normal—"
Elaina shrugged, turned her head, and looked at Hermione, who was staring blankly, and said seriously.
"Granger, come on, call me Daddy!"
"Get lost!"
"Hey hey hey, don't be angry, I'm just giving an example..."
Elaina scratched her nose sheepishly, looking at Hermione who had regained her energy, and explained with a thick face.
"Hehe—then why don't you use yourself as an example?"
"Daddy! I can't sleep alone at night!"
Elaina replied shamelessly, quickly opening her arms, "Daddy, please hug me—"
"...Don't mess around! We have a whole day of classes tomorrow!"
Hermione sighed speechlessly.
She wasn't surprised. Elaina had never seemed to lose in the realm of shamelessness.
"Speaking of which, did you guys notice just now..."
Hermione timely grabbed the white-haired dumpling who was about to fall into the staircase trap, and said thoughtfully.
"Professor Lupin said when he left, see you in class tomorrow afternoon?"
"Huh, did he?" Harry was stunned, and said puzzled, "Are you sure you didn't remember wrong?"
"No—"
Hermione took out the timetable from her bag and looked at it carefully—
"There are only two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes tomorrow afternoon, all taught by Professor Umbridge... and judging from Professor Lupin's meaning, maybe we'll see a new professor tomorrow. Don't you think so, Elaina?"
"Oh, is that so?"
Elaina blinked her eyes cutely.
With Hermione's reminder, she finally remembered to skip that prank step this time.
"Let's go back to the dormitory to wash up and go to bed, I'm so sleepy."
She added, then took the lead and walked towards the corridor ahead. After reaching this floor, she wouldn't get lost. After all, she could see the Fat Lady's portrait when she looked up, so there was no way she could go wrong.
"Eh? Is Professor Lupin going to teach our grade?!"
Ron looked at Hermione in surprise at this time, belatedly asking.
"For now, it's just our A class. As for more details, I guess we can only find out when we go to class tomorrow afternoon... If Elaina didn't say anything tonight, she must know something."
Hermione frowned slightly as she looked at the white-haired dumpling who was chatting with the Fat Lady not far away.
She suddenly realized that Hannah and Luna weren't around to help tonight.
Compared to the "group team dumpling" every weekend, Elaina, who has the right to pass through all four houses during the weekdays, has an overwhelming advantage on the solo battlefield... That's bad...
"Elaina, I'm not feeling well today... I want to go to bed early."
A moment later, looking at the white-haired dumpling climbing onto her bed excitedly, Hermione said quite seriously.
Compared to Elaina, who hasn't developed yet, her reason can be said to be extremely justified.
After all, when they went to the school hospital together some time ago, the white-haired dumpling's knowledge about menstruation was even appreciated by Madam Pomfrey, and now it's just right to use those theories to protect herself.
"Ah? Oh—"
The dull hair on top of Elaina's head shook dejectedly.
Immediately afterwards, she suddenly thought of something and mysteriously took out a strange thing.
"By the way, Hermione, do you have a heavy flow? Do you want to use this? This is a new type of magical sanitary napkin jointly developed by Gringotts and Hogwarts, with strong absorption, multiple recycling, and spell-free cleaning..."
"Magical... sanitary napkin?"
Hermione, who was about to go to bed, was stunned for a moment, and took the piece of cloth from Elaina's hand with some suspicion.
She squeezed it subconsciously. It was very thin, just like a piece of paper.
Different from the styles imported from the Muggle world provided by the Hogwarts school hospital, Elaina's style seemed softer and lighter. The only drawback might be that the middle part was a little hard.
"Well, this style is for both day and night use... Don't worry."
Elaina waved her hand, comfortably shrunk to the side of the bed, and began to write in her diary.
"Tom, record it—number: 03, highest service level—if you dare to interrupt me again 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 that has been enchanted.
In a sense, it is somewhat similar to the notebook of the Grim Reaper in the *Death Note* that Elaina had seen in her previous life. Even if a small piece of paper is torn from it, it will not affect the magic power.
After repeated magic tests, Tom Riddle's diary does not have the ability to actively attack.
In other words, once the reading and writing functions are "sealed", this piece of paper only has the passive skill of absorbing "liquid attachments"—which can be regarded as an excellent sanitary napkin material nowadays.
Of course, considering the huge market demand in the future, it is far from enough to rely solely on persecuting Tom to absorb it.
When Draco Malfoy learns this magical technique, the 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 always been quite reliable in terms of business acumen and execution.
As for whether the title of "King of Magical Sanitary Napkins" sounds good or not?
Anyway, that's a long time in the future. In the face of Galleons and social influence, she believes that Lucius Malfoy will not make things difficult for her—not to mention, this is also a task from the Dark Lord.
No matter which world you are in, women are always the number one in the field of consumption.
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Under the care of the "Riddle style" sanitary napkin model, Hermione slept exceptionally soundly that night.
Compared to those competing products in the non-magical world, under the magical effect of Tom Riddle, let alone any conventional period residue, even sweat and secretions are absorbed so refreshingly.
And the special款 provided by Elaina also has a benefit: it does not need to be replaced frequently.
"Is this really a magical product that you led the research and development of? When is Gringotts going to promote it? What is the principle of this magic? It's incredible! Huh, if it's not a Transfiguration spell, is it a mixed use of Undetectable Extension Charms and other spells? Do you have any other unfinished products..."
The next day, Hermione was still asking curiously until they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Different from pure magic, Elaina described a broader world in front of her, a world of industrial operation and processing hidden behind the magical society that cannot be learned from books.
"Okay, okay... You'll know when you come out with me to see it on the weekend..."
Elaina rubbed her temples with a headache.
"The class is about to start. Today is Thursday. You can't wait a few days. Someone will explain it in detail by then."
Knowing that "Calculator姬" would mistakenly evolve into "Ten Thousand Whys姬", she should have been more careful when answering the first question, at least not so proud to talk nonsense.
Now that's great, Hermione's interest has been completely aroused, and it's getting stronger and stronger.
But on the other hand, the vast system of modern industry cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
Fortunately, counting the time, the class is about to begin.
Due to Professor Umbridge's previous rules, students usually arrive in the classroom early.
About five minutes before the class time, all the students in the second year A class 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 signal.
According to the usual situation, she should have started calling names at this time, and started showing today's lesson content on the blackboard, and asked everyone to copy the text word by word.
Just as there was a commotion in the classroom, a male wizard with a sickly face and haggard appearance walked in.
"Good afternoon," Lupin smiled slightly, and put his tattered suitcase on the desk. "I have to regretfully inform everyone that due to some work reasons, Professor Umbridge's class schedule has been slightly locked, and I will teach you the Defense Against the Dark Arts class every Thursday afternoon from now on."
There was a burst of whispers in the classroom, and the students exchanged surprised glances.
It was almost the same last semester. Just after Halloween, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was changed from Professor Quirrell to Professor Apokalis. This time it was even a few days earlier than last year.
And the little wizards like Hermione and Harry who had guessed in advance showed expressions that it was indeed the case.
"Today is a practical class," Lupin said. "Please put all the books back in your bags. All you need is a wand."
The whole class put the books back in their bags, and the originally numb and rigid expressions began to become excited.
It's not that they haven't had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
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—if Elaina, the big sister, could be a little gentler when hitting people.
Accompanying Professor Lupin's voice, the little wizards quickly raised their wands and looked at each other warily.
You know, there are many forms of magic confrontation.
In addition to the most common red and blue team confrontation, Professor Apokalis adopted the second most form in last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which was to launch an indiscriminate melee in the classroom.
The three students who "survive" to the end of each round can get the right to rest, and the rest 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 "bravely" endure to the end of this Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
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"Ahem, not a spell confrontation..."
Professor Lupin looked at the classroom that had instantly become like a battlefield, and smiled bitterly, pressing his hands down.
He had already learned about the style of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester from the upper grades. After starting to learn the skills of nonverbal spells, it was too easy for things to go wrong.
"We have to change the venue today," Lupin picked up the suitcase, "Everyone follow me, okay?"
The whole class felt confused, but also found it interesting—at least it was more interesting than sitting in the classroom and copying Professor Umbridge's texts—they stood up and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom.
Professor Lupin led them along the empty corridor and turned a corner. There, Elaina and the others saw Peeves, who liked to play pranks. He was floating upside down in mid-air, trying to stuff chewing gum into the nearest keyhole.
It wasn't until Professor Lupin walked within two feet of Peeves that Peeves looked up. A trace of agile resistance flashed in his cunning black eyes, and he sang rudely.
"Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang, "Loony, loopy Lupin, Loony, loopy Lupin—"
Peeves has always been lawless, rude and disrespectful, but he usually has a bit of respect for professors.
Except when playing pranks on the caretaker of the castle, people have rarely seen Peeves directly provoke a formal faculty member like this. The students quickly turned their attention to Professor Lupin to see how he would treat him.
However, to the students' surprise, Professor Lupin was not annoyed at all.
"If I were you, Peeves, I wouldn't use this method to cause trouble now..."
Lupin leaned over and said in a familiar tone as if talking to an old friend.
"The current caretaker of the castle is not just Mr. Filch anymore. These methods of yours have no effect on Sirius and Professor Apokalis at all... You have to think of some new tricks."
"I don't need you to talk too much! Silly professor—"
Peeves spiraled up angrily, bared his teeth, made a vulgar gesture at Lupin, and whistled angrily.
"Sloppy Sirius, loopy Lupin, sloppy Sirius, loopy Lupin, sloppy Sirius, loopy Lupin..."
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