Chapter 262 A Glimpse of Gravel

So, at this moment, Sherin's attention was not on Harry, but on Hermione who was sitting next to him.

A strange dream-like expression suddenly appeared on Hermione's face, and she slowly raised one hand and stroked her hair.

Then, Sherin saw Ron and Harry looking at her with concern, asking her what was wrong.

Hermione seemed to say something while holding her breath, and then she stroked her hair again, and then raised her hand to her mouth, as if holding a walkie-talkie. Harry and Ron didn't know what she was doing, and they looked at each other in confusion.

A subtle gleam flashed in Sherin's eyes. He knew that Hermione, a smart girl, might have guessed that Rita was an Animagus.

If the original plot develops, Rita will soon be caught by Hermione, and the handle will fall into her hands, and she will be controlled by her from then on. However, since Rita has become his subordinate, Sherin will never let this happen.

Sherin winked at Warrington at the Slytherin table, and Cassius understood and left immediately. Cassius's trip was to the headquarters of the intelligence group, and he informed Rita through the two-way mirror that her Animagus had been discovered by Hermione, and asked her not to try to approach Harry's three people again.

Almost immediately after Cassius left the table, Hermione suddenly stood up from her seat. From her expression, it seemed that she had figured out something very extraordinary. She looked ahead with empty eyes and spoke a long paragraph, and she did not forget to clench her fists and waved in front of her.

Sherin, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, was far away from her. Although he had the plug-in of the God of Amaterasu, he could only vaguely capture a few key words from her mouth shape, such as "I know", "No one can see", "Climb on the windowsill", "Not allowed", "Library", etc.

Then he saw Hermione grab her schoolbag and strode out of the hall like a gust of wind.

"I think I can ask Rita Skeeter to write more articles like this in the future. Anyway, I still have a lot of stories in my mind." Draco whispered proudly.

"You should take the exam, Draco." Sherin said unhappily.

"Oh, no, there are only ten minutes left! See you later!" Draco's face fell, and he quickly packed up and rushed to the History of Magic classroom.

"You should go too, Daphne," Sherin kissed Daphne's cheek gently, "Although the exam should not be a big problem for you, I still want to wish you good luck."

Daphne smiled lightly, her eyes rolled, and then whispered in Sherin's ear: "This semester, for the Sleeping Dragon Society, several of us sisters have sacrificed a lot of time for review. You have to 'compensate' us well!"

She wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin, packed up her things, and left the Great Hall with a fragrant breeze.

Then, Professor McGonagall walked down from the professor's seat and called Harry and Sherin to a corner of the Great Hall one after another.

"Malfoy, Potter, the warriors will gather in the conference room next to the hall after breakfast," she said.

"But the game doesn't start until the evening!" Harry asked.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "the relatives of the warriors are invited to watch the finals, you can meet them." After that, she walked away.

Sherin smiled politely at Harry and returned to his long table to finish the rest of his breakfast.

After finishing his breakfast leisurely, Sherin walked towards the conference room next to the hall.

There were already many people in the conference room. Eleanor was speaking fast German with her parents in a corner of the room. When she saw Sherin enter the conference room, Eleanor turned her head and gave Sherin a bright smile. Her father, Cordes von Hohenheim, saw Sherin and cast a friendly look on his majestic face and nodded.

Eleanor inherited her brown hair and eye color from her father, but her facial features were more similar to her beautiful mother. Her mother looked at Sherin with a strange look, as if she was examining and commenting on him...

Katarina smiled for the first time. Since the second project, Sherin and her had almost no contact. I heard that she had become much more low-key, staying mostly in the carriage of Beauxbatons, and only appeared in the Hogwarts Great Hall at mealtimes. She kept talking to her parents in French. Sherin understood French and knew that they were talking about what she had seen and heard in Hogwarts recently.

Mr. Monroe's dress was worthy of being the head of the first pure-blood family in France. The simple black wizard robe actually showed the noble temperament of the royal family. With Sherin's eyesight, he could naturally see the uniqueness of the "charming aura" attached to this wizard robe. Although the Supreme Wizard Robe also has a charming aura, it can only increase Schelling's affinity and make him more likely to win the favor of others, but Mr. Meng Luo's wizard robe is obviously a higher level -

It can only be said that France is worthy of being a fashion country. Whether in the wizard world or the Muggle world, all clothes can be played with in various ways.

Mr. Meng Luo's wizard robe looks very simple, but the silk satin robe is embroidered with extremely precious phoenix tail feathers. The tail feathers are dyed black with special ink, and they are integrated with the wizard robe, but they can make people feel a very natural sense of dignity without realizing it, just like hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, and naturally have the desire to get close to it.

The moment Mr. Meng Luo saw Schelling walk into the meeting, his eyes seemed to flash with brilliance, and an invisible majesty came straight towards Schelling.

If it had been not long ago, Xie Lin would have felt a sense of suffocation and depression, and might even have made a fool of himself because of a stumble.

But now, the invisible pressure came only three feet in front of Xie Lin, and it automatically turned into a gentle breeze that brushed his face, gently brushed past Xie Lin, and disappeared.

Xie Lin sneered, and his eyes turned into snake pupils in a short moment, and then returned to normal in an instant.

Mr. Meng Luo only felt that a red light seemed to flash in front of his eyes, and his brain was dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found that there seemed to be something on his chest. It turned out that the amber pendant that had been hanging on his neck had broken, and the small pieces were stuck on his chest skin.

His face turned pale, and a drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

This amber stone, which looks inconspicuous in appearance, is actually one of the three treasures of the Meng Luo family. It is a legendary alchemical item of the same level as Katarina's mountain poplar feathered serpent wand, and it is almost a quasi-artifact.

It has the effect of protecting the wearer's spirit, allowing people to remain calm and rational at all times, and also preventing the wearer from being invaded by the Imperius Curse or Legilimency.

Such a precious treasure suddenly shattered, it was a great loss to him and his family. If people knew about it, it would even have a blow to his reputation as the head of the family. But at this moment, he could not feel any heartache or regret, because -

There was only fear in his heart!

Unspeakable fear!

What kind of power and what kind of means could destroy such a powerful treasure silently in that lightning-like moment without even seeing the wand spell.

Mrs. Wesley and Bill Wesley stood in front of the fireplace, waiting for Harry. Mrs. Wesley was short and fat, and looked very kind. Bill had long hair and wore fang earrings, which made him look unique. Harry was surprised and happy to see them, and several people talked enthusiastically.

Sherin saw Lucius and Narcissa from a distance.

The two of them were still dressed so elegantly. It must be said that --

In terms of body shape and facial features, Mr. Hohenheim, a northern German, was tall and strong; in terms of gorgeous and luxurious clothing, Mr. Monroe from France was undoubtedly the best; but Lucius and Narcissa, with their unique aristocratic temperament of British families, could also compete with them, and were not inferior at all.

"Baby, we came here immediately after receiving the notice from the school." Narcissa said with a smile, "How are you?"

"Very good, mother." Sherin said with a smile. He glanced at Lucius, and Lucius's always stern face also had a faint smile.