manynovel 0116 Scary book shortage
0116 Scary book shortage
Guidance does not exist, and a certain mother is also professional and experienced in educating her son.
Aini had no choice but to face a mother who wanted to beat her son to vent her daughter's anger.
It was impossible to reach out to the twins for help, but it was not appropriate to have no response at all.
Looking at the eyes of the two troublemakers begging for help, Aini also responded with his eyes—it was better to hit him before, it should be!
Then bid farewell to everyone, and Hermione, who was giggling, disappeared in place.
Forget it, forget it, although I can't help you, let's leave early to avoid embarrassing the twins in front of outsiders.
Anyway, the two brothers have long been used to being beaten in front of their families, so it doesn't matter if they come one more time.
The twins also had the same idea. They screamed miserably when the blow came, and wanted to win the pity of their mother.
It's a pity that the experienced mother completely ignored it, but two small heads slowly protruded from the window sill on the fifth floor.
After George accidentally discovered the voyeur, he quickly tugged on his brother's sleeves, and then the two brothers turned into tough guys and greeted the storm without saying a word.
But no matter how much I salvage the image, I can't get it back.
For the next two days, every time I saw Harry, I felt a little embarrassed.
At this time, Ernie had already read the manuscript that Hermione had proofread.
"It's perfect, Hermione, and the illustrations are very vivid." Aini nodded approvingly. The little witch not only found some grammatical errors, but also made many pertinent suggestions.
It also added illustrations in many places where examples are needed, which is definitely worthy of a perfect sound.
"Hey, is that right? I'm still afraid that I won't do well."
After getting the affirmation, the girl was in high spirits, and her little face was so rosy and cute.
"Among the people I know, there is probably no one who can do it better than you."
Aini praised her sincerely, took out a book from her pocket, handed it to Hermione, and motioned her to open it.
"Empty?" The girl opened the book and flipped through it, but didn't see a single word.
"This is a sample. I would like to ask you to typeset the content of the textbook into the book. Of course, this time it is not a personal request."
Aini said, sitting up straight and looking at Hermione formally.
"I invite you to be the editor and proofreader of the "Transfiguration" series of textbooks, and the salary will be favorable. Miss Granger must agree."
"Pfft~"
Seeing Aini's pretending seriousness, the girl couldn't help laughing.
"Don't do this, it feels so strange. But seeing your sincerity, I happily agree."
Hermione waved her hand pretending to be calm, but in fact, if she hadn't taken her ladylike image into consideration, the little girl would have gone crazy laughing.
As a wizard, the girl naturally does not believe in religion, but it is not without spiritual sustenance.
Knowledge is her belief.
Books are the carrier of knowledge.
Now she is just a newcomer in the magic world, and being able to personally participate in the compilation of a textbook makes the little witch feel that she has been sublimated.
All the hard work in the past has turned into new firewood of joy, almost condensing into a beautiful flower on the top of the head.
Aini couldn't help but stay.
The 13-year-old girl has already shown some future charm.
Especially for Harry's birthday party, Hermione dressed up specially.
Without the cover of the disheveled hair, the girl's bright eyes glistened like autumn water, reflecting off the delicate little nose and staying in the soft red lips.
In the picturesque beauty, the kindness is the same as the heart.
"Meow?"
In the tree house in the Forbidden Forest, Tom shook his head.
Why dream of Mrs. Norris?
It also feels so beautiful to say!
Mao Mao scratched it with its hind legs strangely, and then lay down again in the nest.
No matter, broken sleep broken sleep.
After all, Aini is not an idiot. After one more glance, he continued to cut to the chase.
"That book has been manipulated by me, and I can use magic to arrange and alter it at will, just like this."
As Ernie's voice fell, Hermione was surprised to find that the handwriting in the draft had changed.
The traces she marked disappeared little by little, and the text also changed accordingly, completely in line with her wishes.
Aini's knowledge of this aspect has long been well established, and most of the things that need to be changed are some inappropriate words.
So half an hour later, a brand new manuscript was placed in front of Hermione.
"I'll leave the rest of the work to you, Miss Editor." Aini smiled and looked at Hermione, feeling very relaxed.
Finally, another task has been completed.
"How did you do it? Transfiguration?" Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly. It would be very convenient to do homework after learning this.
I'm used to using fountain pens and ballpoint pens, and switching to a quill is too much of a hindrance.
Even after using it for a year, she still feels uncomfortable with the old tool.
"It's not Transfiguration, it's just a simple application of magic power, but it requires higher precision in manipulation. You can try it, it shouldn't be too difficult."
Just now, Aini infiltrated the magic power into the parchment, engulfing the ink particles to the place where he wanted them to go.
He had seen others do it before, and he felt it was quite simple, probably an adult wizard could do it.
Some wizards who did not specify their names: Hehe, we can't even do such a "simple" thing, we are really ashamed to be seniors!
MMP!
In fact, although the effect made by the wizard at that time was similar to that of Aini, he used the "Rewriting Curse" instead of using magic to forcefully arrange the ink marks.
However, this curse is relatively rare, and most of it is only circulated in newspapers and other places.
In addition, the difficulty is not high, and some skilled workers can cast spells silently and without a stick, and Aini didn't care too much, so a misunderstanding occurred.
After practicing for a long time, the little witch failed to get started. She once doubted her talent.
But it also allowed her to improve a lot in mana control, so it was not in vain.
Under Ernie's gesture, Hermione poured some ink into the sample booklet, and as she wished, handwriting of various sizes and styles, and simple or exquisite illustrations appeared and disappeared from time to time.
The girl had a great time playing, and became more determined to practice hard, so that she could control magic power as flexibly as Aini as soon as possible.
"Are there any other questions?" Aini got up and asked, it was getting late, and it was time for him to leave.
"No, are you going back to Hogwarts?" The girl put the sample in her handbag and stood up.
"Of course, I'll be there until the eighth."
This summer vacation was very smooth, and I had a spare month of free time for myself.
Hearing this, Hermione hesitated, "Can you take me with you? Mom and Dad will have to wait a few days before they come back. I've finished reading the pages of the book at home, so it's boring."
Hermione hesitated for a while, but said it out. After all, she was just a little girl who was almost 13 years old. Even though she was relatively independent, she didn't enjoy being alone.
It would be better if there are books to read, but unfortunately I don't have much magic currency to buy books.
Although the school has a rich collection of books, Mrs. Pince will not allow her to take books home.
"Of course, but now the lounges of the colleges have been sealed. Anyway, I have been living in the Forbidden Forest, so you can stay in the office for a few days."