"familiar ceiling"

Hermione opened her eyes and saw the goblin chandelier she had seen a few days ago. "Looks like I fainted again."

"you're awake."

"Hello, Mr. Magician."

Hermione heard the voice and moved her body to sit up. Her whole body felt sore and weak. The man she was talking to was working on the experimental table with his back to her. Hermione felt relieved when she saw the man's back, just like she had been touched a few days ago.

Like the top of your head.

"Okay." The man turned around. It was the elf mage that Hermione had met a few days ago: "This is the tranquilizing potion I adjusted. Drink it and you will feel better."

The potion was like flowing sapphire in the little flask.

Hermione was immediately attracted to it, and the power in her body was ready to move.

"Sir, what is it."

"It's a magic potion."

"Potion?"

The elf man answered patiently and softly, and touched the girl's head: "It is a potion with magical effects. It contains magic power. You have just been frightened by the magic of the stupid bird, which makes your innate strength somewhat uncomfortable."

Stable, the effect of the potion is to make it quiet."

"Innate strength?"

The elf man nodded: "You may not know that from the day you were born, your place has been full of power." His white fingers touched the girl's forehead and heart: "It's magic power, for ordinary people.

power that it does not have.”

Hermione was so surprised that her fluffy hair became even more luxuriant, as if there was a static electricity effect, and her face turned red.

"So, I am also a magician?"

The elf man shook his head and chuckled: "That's not all. The word magician is not that simple. You need to go through hard study, master the necessary knowledge, and have a certain ability to cast spells before you can be considered a magician?"

"Is that so?" The little head drooped, but quickly raised up the next second.

"Sir, that, Mr. Magician..."

The little girl instantly entered a state of twitching.

"Well, I'm listening," the elf man said amusingly.

"I said, can I...can you."

"What's okay?"

"That's right... that's right..." The little girl hummed for a while. Under the gaze of the elf man, her small face turned to embarrassment, then to embarrassment, and finally to determination.

"Can you teach me magic?"

After saying this, the little girl was so scared that her heart was pounding, but her eyes did not leave the elf man's face.

The room suddenly fell into a terrible silence. Hermione felt as if the elf man's gaze was piercing her, and even the stupid bird next to her seemed to be laughing at her.

'A little girl like you wants to learn magic?'

'You are just an ordinary family, how can a magician teach you?'

'Hermione, Hermione, you are still too naive.'

The little girl's heart became lower and lower in the silent atmosphere, her eyes became darker and darker, and she slowly lowered her head.

"Can"

"I'm sorry, I was reckless!

!What!

!" The little girl raised her head again, her eyes widened: "Can you say it again?"

"I said yes, you can learn magic from me."

"real?"

"real"

"But I want to make sure again, do you really want to learn magic?"

The elf man's face no longer smiled, and his serious look made Hermione's heart skip a beat.

"You have to know that once you embark on this path, you can't turn back. You can't go back to the world of ordinary people. You may even feel extremely lonely because no one can understand your thoughts. Are you still willing?

"

"I..." Hermione hesitated. What does it mean that she can't return to the world of ordinary people? Will she be separated from her parents?

"We will definitely separate, but it won't be that early." The elf man saw the girl's thoughts and covered the girl's head with his white palm: "When to separate from your parents depends on yourself and the passage of time.

"

"Huh, is that so? That puts me at ease." The little girl felt as if she understood: "I am willing, please teach me."

"Okay." The elf man knew that the little girl only understood half of it. She still didn't know what it really meant by not being able to return to the world of ordinary people, but he still agreed to the little girl's request.

"Before I formally accept you as an apprentice, you must first learn a language and some basic knowledge."

The man waved, and a book flew out of the cupboard and fell into the girl's arms.

"It's really heavy." The little girl felt her hands sinking and quickly held them steady. The books in her arms were wider than her body, reaching from her lower body to her knees.

"The Encyclopedia of Salas Language" the elf man said: "I will give you one year to learn. I have already made annotations based on the English. The rest is up to you to learn by yourself."

"I'm going to study on my own?" Hermione thought it was like a school teacher teaching her step by step.

"Magicians are different from ordinary people. I have given you the learning tools. If you cannot master them on your own, it means that your intelligence and standing are not suitable for becoming a mage."

The little girl shuddered when she heard the elf man's voice gradually grow colder.

"I can sit down, I will definitely learn it," she said quickly.

The elf man nodded, waved his hand again, and a small rope flew out of the magician's pocket, tied to the gooseneck of the flask, and then hung around the little girl's neck.

"You drink this bottle of potion first, or you can drink it before you go home and go to bed. I will give you the bottle and the rope as a greeting gift."

"Thank you, teacher?" Hermione saw the elf man smiling, as if the cold expression just now was an illusion.

"Now, you don't need to call me teacher, just call me sir. When I officially accept you as an apprentice, you can call me mentor."

"I know, sir."

"My name is Shane - Blade of Dawn, just call me Mr. Shane or Mr. Doonbrae."

"Okay, MR Shane." Hermione chose a closer title.

"Well, you start studying now, I still have my own things to do." After the elf man said that, he walked out of the laboratory. The little girl didn't know where he was going.

"Did you pass the test?" the little girl said happily, holding the book, and began to look forward to the day of becoming a magician.

"Of course, it doesn't count as passing the test."

There was a stupid bird that didn't leave. It spread its wings and flew to Hermione's head again.

"Why? Come down here quickly, you fat chicken." Hermione was determined to get rid of her hatred for this stupid bird. Judging from Mr. Shane's words, this guy likes to make some bad jokes.

"I am not a fat chicken, I am King Gugu. From now on, I will supervise your studies."

"Supervision?"

"Yes, Supervisor. Although the master did not explain it, a smart King Gugu like me will understand it by himself. Let's start now. Turn to the first page. Let's start with the table of contents."

The stupid bird stretched out its paw and tickled the book in Hermione's arms.

Hermione guessed that she would not be fooled. She thought quickly: "If you dare to cause trouble, I will kill Mr. Shane."

"What! Telling a snitch is too despicable and shameless, but I like it."

The stupid bird screamed a few times: "Hurry up and turn to the first page and I will teach you from the phonetic symbols."

Returning home in the middle of the night, Hermione carefully hid the book so that her parents would not notice it. When it was time to go to bed, she took off the small flask around her neck and drank it all without hesitation.

A warm current melted in her belly and flowed to her limbs. She felt very comfortable, but she fell asleep again. In her sleep, she had a dream, dreaming that she had become a fish, happily living in it.
Chapter completed!