The end of the battle was beyond the imagination of the two onlookers.
Chris felt it was too harsh, and the dear girl must be in terrible pain.
Harry thought, Uncle Howl still held back, alas... he didn't know if it was good or bad.
Howl didn't feel much; Hermione lacked too much ruthlessness in combat, but considering she was just a girl from a privileged life, even with her current determination to become stronger, it wouldn't happen overnight.
Being able to explode at the last moment was already commendable.
"That's enough for today. Rather than dueling skills, I hope you gain a better understanding of the act of combat," Howl said, waving his hand, and Hermione's damaged clothes instantly returned to normal.
"But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Empty words are too shallow after all.
If you haven't found your path, it doesn't matter.
I will help you find it in actual combat."
With that, Howl turned and walked into Moonlight Fortress.
The few of them chatted for a while longer, and Hermione quickly adjusted, beginning to discuss some mathematical topics with Harry.
"Uncle Howl, can I tell Hermione about the snowflake magic?" Harry whispered.
"That's the magic Diogenes gave you, not mine. You can teach it if you want," Howl said indifferently, "Who knows, Hermione might learn this magic before you do."
Hermione, who had long adhered to dogma and strictly learned magic according to textbook requirements, had developed logical thinking skills far superior to Little Wizards her age.
"It doesn't matter," Harry chuckled. "With friends, there's nothing to compare."
With that, the two children pattered upstairs.
After chatting for a while, Chris also took his leave, saying he would send Hermione's things over tomorrow.
This was what Howl said.
For the next few days, she wouldn't want to waste time traveling.
It's not that she's so happy here, it's just... she won't want to move after her training.
In a short while, the entire living room became quiet. Howl stretched, let out a long breath, and continued looking at Hailbo's manuscripts.
To be honest, these manuscripts were not high quality at all; they contained only a small portion of magic research and magic theory. Besides that, most were disorganized personal diaries.
Indeed, those who keep diaries are not serious people.
Hailbo was like this, and Riddle was also like this.
Especially the manuscripts Howl obtained, which were written during Hailbo's research on Horcruxes.
Not much substantive content,
But the value was significant.
He was quite engrossed in reading them.
Time passed quickly, and soon, dusk fell.
Lucifer suddenly shot out of the fireplace.
"Howl, there seems to be something hovering outside. Is it a lost owl?"
A lost owl? Howl looked up, connecting his mind to the array outside the Greek Castle itself.
The only place an owl could get lost would be in Greece.
Soon, he sensed a confused, highly sensitive, and agitated tawny owl fluttering about.
Clearly, the illusion here had scared the poor creature.
Stepping outside and taking the letter, the owl stared at him for a long while, as if trying to engrave Howl's appearance into its mind, then flew away in a hurry.
Howl chuckled twice, shaking his head helplessly, and at the same time, tore open the Holy Fire Torch wax seal of the Greek Ministry of Magic, unfolding the letter inside.
Moments later, he vanished from where he stood.
Greek Ministry of Magic, Sixth Floor, Auror Office. Howl pushed open Loreton's personal office and entered.
"Did you get it back?"
"Malaka! You scared me!" Loreton immediately lowered his wand, then slowly said, "Pythagoras and Hippasus's classics have been recovered, but the things Huckleton and his team worked on before still require more time to investigate and retrieve. This is already an international matter.
The Minister is like he's drunk dragon's blood; he drags us to work overtime every day."
"That exaggerated? Let me see the items."
"They haven't arrived yet, they're on their way. I thought you would arrive very quickly, so I had someone send the books ahead of time. Unfortunately, I still underestimated your abruptness," Loreton said, then waved his hand, "This is a major international case. You should know that the items stolen by Hand of Glory are all famous in the Wizarding World, such as the robes made from hundreds of magical creature feathers and furs that Magellan wore during his circumnavigation, and the original flying carpet from One Thousand and One Nights, and so on.
And there's another thing: our Minister has been preparing to run for President of the International Confederation of Wizards for the past two years, and his biggest opponent is the most prestigious fellow in the MACUSA right now, and this fellow used to be the Principal of Ilvermorny and worked with Huckleton for many years." As he spoke, he started laughing himself.
Just as he was speaking, a knock suddenly sounded: "Team Leader, the items you requested are here."
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