Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

Early the next morning, Hema got up and planned to finally gather together the things she wanted to bring, but she couldn't always bring them all. After all, there were too many, and the suitcase with unlimited extension was not very comfortable.

But he had just planned to clean up and found that Hermione had no idea when they had gotten up and started to help him clean up.

Hema smiled when she saw the busy figures, so she walked lightly to the bedroom of her mother and Hannah.

"Herma? Why are you here?" Hannah also got up and was sitting by the bed combing her hair. Hema also stretched out her fingers and booed.

"I'm going to see Mom, don't disturb her. I slept quite late yesterday." Hema whispered and sat next to Hannah.

"Comb my hair... You haven't combed my hair for almost two years."

"Isn't it because you didn't let me comb you? You said I made it ugly. Today, let me comb it. Are you afraid of making you black?"

"I don't have it, you hurry up." After that, he handed the comb to Hema, who also took it, and gently started to comb her.

Hannah felt Herma's hand pass through her hair, slowly raising a smile, but bitter again.

"Hema, I gave up."

"What did you give up?"

"Give up on chasing you, I don't think I can keep up..."

"..." Hema also remembered what Hannah told him last year. He comforted each other and said that your talent is very good. If you work hard, you will definitely catch up with him.

But they all know that sometimes, talent is not just everything, there are many factors that will change it, so at the moment Hannah's words make Herma also moved.

"But you said, I will always be your sister."

"Of course."

"Then I have only one direction left, that is to try to be a good person and a good sister of Hema Aibo, so that I can relax a lot... but I am a little bit happy."

"Ok."

"So, Hema, work hard, come on, everyone in the Abo family is proud of you." Hannah turned her head, took Hema's hand, and looked at him tenderly.

Hema also looked at Hannah and grinned. This was a time when Hema felt that the other party had really grown up and was really a sister!

The two said a few more words. Hema also slowly withdrew from the room and then walked towards the kitchen. Although she ate a lot last night, there were still some ingredients that were not rinsed, so it was breakfast Okay.

But as soon as I walked into the kitchen, I saw a surprising figure standing there, adjusting the stove and preparing to cook.

"Teacher Cahor? Why are you in the kitchen?"

"Cooking, everyone is packing things for you, I'm not idle, it's a gift for everyone." The other party also patted Hema's shoulder, and then picked up the apron next to it.

"Help me fasten it."

"Okay, let's try the skills of the teacher today." Hema also picked up her apron and helped to put it on from the back, but the next second he found that he needed a toe to get it.

"The teacher is so tall."

"That's something you need to consider. When you grow taller, it won't be so difficult." Cahor also vomited, and made Hema very embarrassed.

"But how old are you?"

"Well." After putting on the apron, Hema carefully pulled Teacher Cahor's hair out from under the back apron.

But at this moment, a hair just fell on Herma's clothes, and when Hermione was about to pinch it up, the long hair turned into a pale red particle and dissipated.

Is this magic?Does a single hair possess magic power?And it is not ordinary magic, it seems to be divine power, which is too powerful.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Hema gently smoothed her hair and tied the string around her waist.

"Oh, do you have anything to eat?"

"No, just look at it. Other people should have no taboos. I observed the situation last night.

"Huh." Cahor nodded softly, and gently picked the broken hair in his ear with his finger.

But this little thing made Herma's heart tremble, did Teacher Cahor also have such gentle female power movements?Today is really a good day.

After leaving the kitchen, Hema walked up to the window, boring.Looking at the rising sun outside the window, he seemed to think of nothing in his mind, of course, the next second he wondered who was picking him up.

According to Dumbledore, there should be someone sent there, and there is also one here, but which teacher is there?Professor McGonagall?

But before waiting for Hema to think about it, I saw a roar of the engine violently on the originally empty road, but I didn't see the car coming.

Afterwards, I saw a black shadow slamming from above, a motorcycle suddenly fell on the ground with a muffled noise, and a big man slowly got off the motorcycle and looked around. Then scratched his head.

"Hagrid?" Hema was also stunned, then opened the door and walked out quickly.

"Herma? Why are you using a spell?" Hagrid looked up and found that he really couldn't see the presence of a house.

"Well, there is something for me?"

"Oh, it should have been Professor McGonagall to connect with each other, and then come over to pick you up, but the other side seems to have encountered some minor troubles, so Professor McGonagall went there. It's afternoon."

"Well, thanks Hagrid, by the way, did you have breakfast?"

"not yet."

"That's right."

"No way, I have to go back..."

"It's okay, now the school is on holiday, come on, it's a farewell for me, and Harry and Sirius may come over in a while, let's go together."

"Okay." Hagrid also nodded, but before he could put the motorcycle in place, several figures flashed suddenly not far away.

In the middle is a witch in a black robe, followed by two people, a young wizard and a beautiful witch, but all three were injured, especially the old witch in the middle.

The whole arm seemed to be pierced by something, and blood was always running down the arm, and the wizard and witch beside him were covered with blood.

"Help...Sir...Can we go to your house to hide..." The old witch stumbled and glanced at Hagrid. "Ah... are you Mr. Hagrid?"

"You are?"

"I am Kadiya. Professor McGonagall and us were attacked by the dark wizard. She covered us and left first. Go and help her!"

"Huh?!" Hema's eyes widened sharply. "How is it possible, who attacked you, are you from France?"

"Are we here to come... Are you Herma Abbot? We are here to pick you up, we were going to meet Professor McGonagall at the Cavern restaurant in London, and then come here to pick you up, but we met Pointe Noire Star attack."

"Black Pointer?"

"It's a black wizard organization in France, but there is no such thing as a Death Eater. There are only a dozen black wizards, but they are very powerful, and they are good at fighting guerrilla warfare..."

"Sorry, it's my responsibility this time. They came with me..." The wizard who had not spoken suddenly said.

"Craft, don't say that!"

"Okay, Hagrid, you take them in first!" Hema waved her hand and opened the secret medicine directly, and the door opened.

"Little guy!" Hema snarled, and the little guy flashed straight out of the house and flew towards him.

"Boom?"

"Can you perceive Professor McGonagall's position?"

"Boom."

"Sure enough, it's not easy...

"I'll send you over." Cahor's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Okay, no, why are you..."

But before Hema had thought about it, the whole person disappeared in place, opened his eyes again, and came to a huge factory.

Then a few figures appeared on the side, Hermione, Allie, Aisha, Dogan and Astoria.

"Hey? This is."

"It's the battlefield...you guys are ready to fight!"