Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

After that incident, Wu Mu would often invite Eliza to join them, and even secretly take Eliza to inquire about the school rules.

Wu Mu originally planned to go to the mirror one last time and then never go again, but she felt that this kind of thing should be seen by friends. If Hermione hadn't gone to bed early and gotten up early almost every day, she would have gone out with Wu Mu hundreds of times during curfew.

Now Wumu has new friends with whom he can arrange to meet up during curfew.

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Gryffindor common room.

"Wu Mu? Are you there?" Eliza called softly, a hint of unease in her voice.

Just then, a head suddenly appeared from behind the sofa, like a ghost emerging from the darkness. Eliza was startled and almost screamed.

"Eliza, you're here!" Wu Mu's voice carried a hint of surprise, but it was very soft and hesitant.

Eliza looked closer and saw a strange expression on Wumu's face, as if he had been caught stealing. A chill ran down her spine; she sensed something was amiss.

Porter, who harbors a strong sense of pilgrimage.

Eliza was taken aback for a moment; she was actually quite unsure of herself. After all, this was the first time she had stayed up so late, and in such an unfamiliar place. She didn't know if what she was doing was right, nor did she know what would happen next.

Wumu was half-bent over, seemingly avoiding something. She beckoned to Eliza, signaling her to come over quickly.

"Hurry up, we're doomed if someone comes soon." Wu Mu's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

Eliza hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to listen to Wu Mu. She slowly walked over, and Wu Mu quickly took her hand. Although the movement was furtive, it was exceptionally practiced, as if he did this often.

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library.

"You'll definitely love this, but let me warn you beforehand that it's addictive and you can't become dependent on it."

Wrapped in an invisibility cloak, Eliza looked around. "But wait, this seems to be the restricted book section."

Wu Mu turned to look at her, "So we may not have a second chance." His eyes were filled with smugness.

He opened a door, lifted his cloak, sniffed, and said, "Trust me, it's super cool."

Eliza then took off her cloak, her steps much lighter than Wumu's.

“Look,” Wu Mu ran to the mirror, his eyes instantly lighting up. One hand unconsciously touched the mirror, and his lips were full of happiness. “Isn’t it cool?”

“This is…” Eliza stared wide-eyed, her mouth slightly agape, as if stunned by the sight before her, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Wumu noticed Eliza's unusual behavior and turned her head, her gaze falling on Eliza. Eliza was standing there motionless, her eyes staring straight ahead, seemingly completely unconscious, as if in a daze.

“Eliza?” Wu Mu called her name softly, but Eliza did not respond.

Wu Mu couldn't help but feel a little worried. She approached Eliza and carefully observed her expression. Eliza had her head slightly lowered, her white curly hair cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall, partially obscuring her face. Her body seemed to be trembling slightly from excitement, which was heartbreaking to see.

"Eliza, what did you see?" Wu Mu asked again, his voice revealing a hint of concern.

After a long while, Eliza seemed to suddenly come to her senses. She sniffed, took a deep breath, and then slowly said, "This is my manor. It's so beautiful..." Her voice trembled slightly, as if the beautiful manor was right in front of her.

Wu Mu pursed her lips, and said thoughtfully, "Shafik? But I don't seem to... have heard of this name." She looked the mirror up and down again, and continued, "If I had grown up with wizards, I would definitely know this place. I'm sorry, I know nothing about it."

Eliza sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes. "Voldemort, you should know him, he's the most hated wizard in the world." Her tone was filled with resentment. "Our Shafik family is also a pure-blood family, just like those great families. But we didn't succumb to Voldemort's tyranny like they did, and that's why we've ended up like this."

Shafiq, a family that is not well-known.

"But we don't regret it, we have the confidence."

For a moment, Wu Mu felt a little sorry for the girl in front of him.

There was another moment when I felt that this family was even more proud than the Malfoys.

She suddenly made up her mind, "Don't worry, when I grow up, I will help you. Although I won't be able to see what your manor used to look like, I'm sure I will help you build it into an even more beautiful place."

Eliza smiled, her head slightly lowered, a tear slowly sliding down her cheek. "Okay." She raised her head, her dimples appearing especially sweet at that moment.

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dorm room.

Six years, less than six years.

Shafiq will surely be revived.

I promise.

Wu Mu looked up at the sleeping Hermione and pulled the blanket up a little.