Chapter 342 The Family Book Is Worth Ten Thousand Galleons

"Um..."

At more than six o'clock in the morning, Elena was awakened by her biological clock punctually.

As she vaguely opened her eyes, she realized that she was trapped between Hannah and Hermione like in a sandwich.

The beds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are not very large, and they are slightly wider than the average university dormitories. However, if they squeeze a little, three little girls can sleep together.

Hannah had been staring at her the entire time, holding Elena's arms tightly with both hands, like a little sloth hugging a tree trunk and sleeping. Hermione didn't know when she had turned to the side, with one arm resting on Elena's chest, and her pink pajamas twisted to the side, exposing the soft and delicate skin underneath.

The three were so close that she could almost feel the gentle brushing of their bodies as they breathed, and the warm breath from one side tickled Elena's ear, making her unable to help but think...

While Hermione and Hannah remained awake, Elena dared to secretly kiss the faces of the two little Lolitas, and then carefully pulled her arms away like a thief, slipped out of bed, and ran back to the empty bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Although she stayed awake chatting, this morning she felt a little more tired than usual.

But as soon as she thought of the success of last night's "fake marriage," Elena felt like she had a sweet taste in her mouth, and her hair stood up happily.

Of course, learning her lesson after the backyard almost caught fire before dinner, this time Elena didn't ignore Hannah's tenderness. After the "second sham marriage," she also assigned Hannah a position as an "employee," mainly responsible for transcribing and organizing their scattered ideas.

The latest issue of "Singing in Opposition" is still in the process of printing and composition. If they want to see it, they will have to wait until Sunday night at the earliest.

And since the next presentation and printing, there is almost a complete week.

Before that, they still have plenty of time to polish an article that is eye-catching and can withstand the scrutiny of historical scholars in the magical world, while giving Hermione and Hannah a period of cushioning practice.

After all, just like Darwin's theory of evolution, any evolution takes time.

No matter how much Hermione Granger wants to evolve from a "Miss Master" to a qualified "Computing Ji," it will take some time to enter the basics.

Or, simply put, after reading the list of reference books that Elena listed for her, of course, knowing Elena's knowledge about Hermione, she probably thinks those books are too few.

When Elena finished washing, it was still very early, and the entire girls' dormitory was quiet.

Elena returned to bed and carefully covered Hermione and Hannah, who were still asleep, crossed the room stealthily, and climbed the stairs to the Hufflepuff common room.

There were some gleaming flashes in the fireplace, and the armchair seemed to have only a dark shadow.

But when Elena entered the room, a soft fluorescent light quietly lit up, and the ceiling was covered with countless points of light, like the night sky filled with stars - those born of fireflies habitually inhabit the round ceilings, and whenever someone needs them, they will silently illuminate the room.

"What a clever little thing..."

Elena's eyes remained on the small points of light shining in the sky, she bit her lip, walked to the table in front of the fireplace, pondered for a moment, and began writing letters.

The recipient of the letter was Bahida Bashat, a renowned magical historian in the magical world, author of the history book of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Grindelwald's aunt.

Not long ago, she even sent a copy of "Historical History of Magic: Hardcover Collector's Edition" to Hogwarts.

Although she didn't know what Grindelwald wrote in the letter, according to Bahida Bashat's message, at least she directly knew about Elena's existence.

After all, the first sentence in the writing to open the title page reads: [I would like to send this book to Elena Kaslana, hoping to be able to clear the mist of magic history for her.]

So, of course, as a matter of courtesy, Elena should write a response to express her gratitude.

Not to mention, in today's magical world, there are few people who can match Bahida Bashat in the field of magical history.

If any of the articles in the next episodes of "Singing in Opposition" are interpreted and recognized by this authoritative figure, Elena will face many doubts and pressures afterwards.

As for whether Mrs. Bashat could reject, Elena was not worried at all. As long as Bahida Bashat opened the envelope and read the first sentence, according to the character of the witch, she would be delighted to help.

"Dear Mrs. Bahida Bashat, my great-grandmother and grandfather, the grandfather handed over the 'History of Magic · Hardcover Collector's Edition' to me."

Elena bit the end of the quill and leaned in to write on the parchment without thinking.

A quarter of an hour later, Elena took the parchment in her hand and reviewed it again, nodding in satisfaction.

After experiencing correspondence with the Lovegood family, she had become more competent when it comes to this kind of communication between wizards, regardless of the style and tone of writing. It turned out fluid and smooth.

In the letter, she focused on expressing her gratitude to Bahida Bashat, as well as some of the confusions and problems encountered in her current studies, and considering that Mrs. Bashat is already older, "In the intimate cotton cardigan" she even specifically wrote at the end of the letter- if grandma Zu feels there is any problem and inconvenience in the communication of the letter, she can also have grandpa accompany her to grandma's residence to talk face to face.

"Arise..."

Elena fetched the reserve owl that had hurried to fall asleep in the birdcage and waved it in front of the flickering fire in the fireplace. She was still a little drowsy, and the little owl instantly woke up, turning its head 180 degrees to look at its owner with adoration and nuzzling affectionately.

"Hoo! Hoo hoo!"

"Come on, reserve owl, deliver this family letter to Granny Bashatou."

Watching the reserve owl disappear beyond the window sill, a charming smile appeared on Elena's face; for many years, there were not many young people who cared about the lives of the elderly. Granny and Grandpa must be alone, right?

And if all goes well, Mr. Lovegood's "Song of Opposition" will also kick off an explosive sales event.

Speaking of which, I don't know if young Draco obediently wrote a family letter to his family...

After all, Draco Malfoy at this age may not necessarily understand the principle of "the family letter is worth ten thousand dollars."

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