HP: The Root of Everything - The Magician

Teach led Hermione down the hillside to the fallen forest monster. The bullet had entered its skull but hadn't gone through: "What hard bones!"

Hermione watched from behind Teach as the forest monster died a gruesome death, then went up and kicked it a few times in revenge. These kicks were a way of getting back at the monster from her first year, but Hermione's little feet were painfully scratched by the forest monster's thick, tough skin.

Seizing the opportunity, Hermione, her little foot aching, tugged at Teach Carl's clothes and said pitifully, "Teacher~, this ugly thing is still bullying me even after it's dead... So, can I shoot it?"

As she spoke, Hermione took out the Beretta pistol that Teach had given her and gestured 'cutely'.

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." It was only at this moment that Teach truly realized that He had completely changed Hermione without her even realizing it.

"You can only fire one shot. This mountain monster is a very important material for magic, and you can't afford to damage it."

......

After Hermione got her revenge, Teach began to study the place.

Using a small electric cutter, they cut open the skull of the mountain monster and took out the sniper bullet inside. The bullet was deformed, becoming flattened as if it had hit a concrete wall.

Looking at the skullcap, still dripping with cerebrospinal fluid, I measured it with a ruler and found it to be an astonishing 6 centimeters thick. No wonder it could deform a sniper bullet.

The brain, encased in the skull, was only the size of an egg.

After finding out why the bullets failed to pierce the giant monster's head, Teach took Hermione back to the camp and then quickly packed up and moved the camp.

The forest monster, over three meters tall and weighing four or five tons, was not something Teach could lift.

As for Hermione the witch... her levitation magic, which is only at a second-year level, is not enough to levitate objects weighing several tons.

Furthermore, Teach did not find any mention in the spellbooks at Hogwarts that the Levitation Charm could levitate extremely heavy objects.

As far as Teach Carr knew, the magic taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was never used for combat.

After temporarily moving the movable items next to the giant monster's corpse, Teach began his skillful work of digging a base—digging pits and excavating individual rooms underground.

At this moment, the magic of the household helper came in handy. Hermione, who was standing idly by the pit, took out her wand at Teach's command and used the Levitation Charm to move the excavated soil away.

After an afternoon of relentless digging, Teach finally finished digging the basement just as evening fell.

Looking at the blisters and calluses on his hands, Teach truly felt it was essential to find a magical creature skilled in digging and study how to learn from it.

A dignified magician actually digging in the dirt like a child? If word got out, it would be incredibly disrespectful.

After climbing out of the dug basement, Teach washed the mud off his face in a basin of water that Hermione had thoughtfully brought him, and then resumed digging the defensive perimeter.

As the moon rose high in the sky, Teach finally threw down his shovel and completed the defensive trenches around the base, setting up explosives and machine guns.

"Teacher, you must be tired. Here, try some juice I made from wild berries. I used the potion-making techniques taught by Professor Snape," Hermione said, quickly bringing over freshly squeezed juice as she saw Teach resting by the campfire.

Teach downed the juice in one gulp, and her fatigue immediately lessened considerably: "Wow~ this tastes pretty good! Hermione, you should learn from Professor Snape and ask him for advice more often."

"This drink made using magic potion techniques has a lot of potential! If we can't make it in the magic world in the future, we can always open a fresh juice shop in the real world and get rich."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Teach's joke and said, "Teacher, you're really joking. You've inherited the Carl family's wealth of hundreds of years, and you still want to exploit your disciple to make money for you?"

As she spoke, Hermione moved closer to Teach, took her teacher's hand, and said sweetly, "Teacher, I know that our magic will inevitably clash with magic, so I have no doubt about what you just said about us not being able to survive in the wizarding world one day."

"So... when the time comes, teacher, you'll have to take care of me, okay?"

"After all, your apprentice only has an elementary school diploma in the real world. Because you, my teacher, taught me magic and dragged me into this mess, the magical world has no place for me to hide."

"Therefore, teacher, you must take responsibility for me, okay?"

Teach chuckled at Hermione's adorable words, then patted his chest confidently and declared, "My little Hermione, don't worry! Do you know how much money I have? Even a god couldn't spend it all!"

"So taking care of you is a sure thing."

When Teach said this, he didn't see the light shining in Hermione's eyes at all.

They also failed to notice the seriousness hidden beneath Hermione's coquettish smile when she said she wanted to be supported and taken care of.

For little Hermione, who was only 12 years old and not yet 13, matters of the heart were too early. But girls are generally much more mature than boys of the same age. So, during that misunderstanding with Corey Bab, a door in Hermione's heart suddenly opened and could not be closed.

This door was something that Teach Carr, a two-time bachelor, could neither notice nor discover.

After finishing his late-night dinner, Teach got up and checked the security of the defenses one last time before going into his underground room.

With the spaciousness of not having to squeeze into a tent, Teach dug a heated floor for Hermione in the basement so she wouldn't get cold or catch a cold while sleeping at night.

January, after Christmas, is a cold month in the UK, especially in England, which is closer to the Arctic Circle.

Hermione sat on the warm heated bed and pointed to the wooden plank under Teach's bottom, saying, "Teacher, where is your bed? Is it that cold wooden plank bed?"

Teach calmly explained, "I have magic circuits in my body, and these circuits store life magic, so I can convert this magic to keep warm."

"But you can't do what I do, because you wizards don't have a source of magic within your bodies; magic just flows naturally into you, allowing you to use it."

"Moreover, I need to stay alert at night to be wary of any potential dangers."

Tichy's explanation is correct, but for girls, there's no right or wrong way to describe things.

So Hermione jumped off the fire and, somewhat angrily, firmly told Teach, "Danger isn't something you can just conjure up as you please, teacher. With that giant monster's corpse as a deterrent, other weak magical creatures certainly won't dare to approach."

"And the forest monster is the overlord of the food chain in this area, so... Teacher, you have been working hard for my safety for the past ten days or so. I want to... let you close your eyes and get a good night's sleep."

After saying that, Hermione took Teach's hand and led him to the fire pit, then forcibly dragged him onto the bed.

Finally, Hermione, her face flushed and a hint of smugness in her eyes, whispered to Teach Carl, who was lying in the same bed, "Goodnight, teacher."