"Oh - my God! Baby, you are finally willing to go out of the bedroom. Also, what\'s the matter with your smooth skin? Is it the effect of some beauty magic? Give it to your mother..."

As soon as she came down the stairs, Mrs. Granger rushed up and held her daughter in her arms, asking questions like all mothers who care about their children.

Especially for the sudden beauty of her daughter, she is full of excitement and expectation

"Mom! Let me go! And! Don\'t touch my face and neck!" Hermione flushed and struggled desperately to get out of her mother\'s arms.

If there is no outsider present, she certainly doesn\'t mind being close to her mother, but the problem is that at present, not only an outsider is present, but also a man. Some intimate small moves are a little embarrassing.

Mrs. Granger seemed to find this too. Yiyi was not willing to let go of her daughter and still asked, "is there really no spell and potion that can make the skin smooth?"

"Of course not! I was totally surprised!" Hermione bit the word "accident" to death.

Although at the beginning, she hoped to let her parents know the magic of the British magic world, the more she knew later, she found that there was a terrible danger behind it, so she gradually changed her attitude and began to hide the truth. Finally, she was unwilling to disclose what happened in the school.

Zhang Cheng, no doubt aware of this estrangement, took out a small bottle of life prolonging potion, and handed it to the girl\'s mother with a smile. "Mrs. Grainger, if you don\'t mind, please try this, and I promise you will be as young as twenty years old after using it."

"Really! Give it to me? It\'s too expensive! I don\'t know what to say..."

The latter obviously showed surprise, carefully picked it up, opened it, smelled it under his nose, and then dropped two drops on the back of his hand.

moment

The original slight wrinkles have disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thick pores have gradually tightened. Instead, they are delicate and tender beyond words, as if they were back to the most beautiful scene of white women between the ages of 18 and 20.

After discovering this incredible change, Mrs. Granger immediately went crazy and poured it on her face, neck, shoulders, arms, lower abdomen and so on. After a while, the whole person became new and stood with her daughter more like a sister than a mother and daughter.

Staring at her new self in the mirror, she couldn\'t help exclaiming, "unbelievable! My God! I... I don\'t know what to say! Thank you, professor. This magical potion must be very precious?"

"Of course! It\'s a special material called the essence of life. It\'s not only rejuvenating but also prolonging the life span of human beings. If you can take it every once in a while, it\'s not a problem to live hundreds of years," Zhang Cheng explained deliberately.

"Prolong... Prolong life?!" Hermione\'s voice suddenly became sharp.

According to the knowledge she learned in school, only one person in the magic world has the ability to make longevity potions, that is the famous Nicole LeMay, the alchemist who made the "magic stone".

In addition, even Dumbledore and Voldemort could not do this.

But as the magic stone was destroyed, the longevity potion disappeared completely, and no one could make it anymore.

When the mother saw her daughter\'s surprised expression, she immediately realized the value of the small bottle of green liquid in her hand and asked carefully, "Granger, tell me, is this medicine very valuable?"

The girl obviously hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded her head: "yes, mom. Even in the magic world, its value can\'t be measured by money."

When Mrs. Granger heard this sentence, her eyes immediately showed strong contradictions and entanglements. On the one hand, as a woman, she was extremely eager to keep this magic medicine to keep herself young and beautiful, on the other hand, she was unwilling to accept this expensive gift for no reason.

Seeing that the "small gift" has played a corresponding role, Zhang Cheng flashed a little thought that is not easy to be noticed in his eyes, and took the initiative to comfort him: "Please take it, madam. For me, this potion is not as valuable as outsiders think. To be exact, Hermione can make potions with similar effects over time. You can\'t imagine how excellent your daughter is. Her talent in magic is like Einstein, Newton and Curie in the ordinary world."

"Really... Really?!" Mrs. Granger subconsciously stared at Hermione who was also at a loss.

Although she knows that her daughter has always been smarter and faster than her peers, she can\'t imagine her future achievements comparable to those great scientists who have laid the foundation of modern science.

"Of course it\'s true! Time will prove everything." Zhang Cheng pursed his mouth and showed a confident smile.

Because with his huge knowledge base at present, even an ordinary little wizard can be trained into a magic master, not to mention a girl who is far smarter than her peers and has received education in both science and magic systems.

Not many adolescent boys and girls can resist being praised in front of their parents, no matter how smart and mature he or she appears.

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Hermione, whose brain was in a blank state, even forgot what happened next. Vaguely, she went back to the room and put on a beautiful skirt. She didn\'t finally wake up until she was hundreds of meters away from home. She raised her head and asked in a low voice, "why? Why are you so good to me?"

"I think you know why, don\'t you? For me, you are a special existence, even more special than Harry. There is a beautiful gem hidden in your body, but no one has found it yet, but I believe it will one day shine a light that destroys beauty."

Looking at the Sunny Street, Zhang Cheng gave a very vague reason.

However, it was this extremely vague reason that made the girl involuntarily have some associations, lowered her head, shed a shy expression, and responded with a mosquito like voice: "thank you..."

Then they fell into a strange atmosphere in which no one spoke anymore. They didn\'t cast their transmission magic until they passed through the deserted alley at the corner of the street.

At the same time, Voldemort, hiding in Riddell\'s old house, was staring at his new men through his extremely twisted simple body.

A few minutes later, he made a harsh hoarse voice: "remember, this mission can only succeed, not fail. You must show your strength and let everyone know that I am about to return. No one can stop it."

"Understand! We will make the whole magic world tremble under the black mark!" a man wrapped up in a cloak shouted wildly.

"Yes! For the pride of pure blood! For the future of the magic world!" another woman echoed.