SelfPub: Kind of guardian: Student

- If Muggles and not immediately believe in magic - contentedly said Mr. Kliven, that such a demonstration will convince them.
- It may not throw into the fire. - Said the girl is not so much out of doubt as out of curiosity - it was interesting to learn that there are letters from mages clocked.
- Try to break, - said Mr. Kliven.
The parchment was torn easily, but his pieces were immediately pressed together and again become a single entity. The water just rolled off the letter, not even soaking it and trying to throw letters in the trash, too, failed - cost to close the Cabinet door, where there was a bag of trash like parchment materialised on the table.
- Have enough? - asked Mr. Kliven, noticing that the girl had activated the magic eye and now with an unhealthy curiosity research looks at the letter, then the paper knife. Realized that if not stopped now, the next test up for the poor letter can be acid from the chemistry lab. Simon Kliven was not sure that wizards would have to include getting letters in the hands of the researcher-maniac with an inexhaustible curiosity and desire for knowledge, and was not sure that the protection will withstand the tests that come to mind of his pupil.

Under the watchful eye of mentor Hermione gave up.
- I paid the owner... he let me sit in the store and read it... to me there is even a table allocated... behind the curtain.
Mr. Kliven resignedly dropped his head, hiding his face in his hands.
"Hermione," he groaned, - you are incorrigible. And the saddest thing is, I am even angry for you. After all, the implication was that you would come to school as magliona, knowing nothing about the magical world.
In any case, for the remaining time I would read all the books... and with my memory I would remember them almost by heart... and then the train still and the spell would try it... I really wanted to know what to teach us they will.
And?
- Only General information.
- What did you expect in the first year?
- I for the second and third read...
- Hermione... go away... - sob Mr. Kliven, barely holding back laughter.

I would not want to kill someone just because he runs from me and I won't have time to remove the label.

Mr. Kliven, I understand that if you have to work with such dangerous things as curses, you must ensure that the information about them fell into the hands of outsiders. You never know what cockroaches in my head they will be.
- And your not afraid of cockroaches? laughed Mr. Kliven.
- I agree - heartedly waved to the girl.

- I didn't - frowned Hermione. I know that mages boggart has a stronger impact. Because just in case I come up with another curse.
- Hum, Mr. Kliven by surprise, coughed. - Curse?
- Do not think that I wanted to use it - often the girl, just that I was wondering can I do this or not.
- Hmm, muttered the coach. - The best killer is the doctors.

And guess what in front of you: the boggart - so Ridiculous or real enemies with guns which you fear - then you need to hide and run... I'd like to see Ridiculous against the gunners.

You know... I heard one saying... say if you kill one you are a murderer; if a maniac; but if hundreds of thousands, then great.

- That's fine. I am so relieved. Where will send, will go there.
Mr. Kliven was silent, studying the student from head to toe.
Gryffindor gave the verdict. Just you be careful out there. Courage has a feature to turn off the brain. Although I still do not understand the meaning of this division. Strange you then customs.
- I will try to keep the brains intact, they are precious to me as a memory.

Don't listen to words, words lie. Don't listen to rave reviews in the press and books, they are written by people, and people also tend to lie. Look at the actions and deeds - they will tell the truth, because actions don't lie.

- I don't like the look of my hair.
- Women at any age are women - chuckled Mr. Kliven.

"Sorry," after a pause, growled the girl.
What are you apologising for? - asked Mr. Kliven. - I'm not abused. Moreover, even admire. You not only managed to remove the curse, but even had time to think, to develop and implement the plan a small revenge. And I'm more than happy, your revenge has not gone beyond a joke. If I didn't protect my eyes, what would I lose?
- You two hours saw before him the prancing pink pony, with a sigh admitted Hermione.
Pink pony?! - couldn't contain her surprise Mr. Kliven. - Pink pony? - He could not stand collapsed into the chair and laughed. - Lord, well, well... pink pony prancing...... I'm sorry that was protected from the consequences.

- And my eyes did you think?
Oh... forgot... - contrite voice said Hermione, but her eyes sparkled with sparks of fun. - But such a great magician like you couldn't hurt yourself baby spell.
Mr. Kliven laughed.

Knowing obstinacy Hermione, it was possible to think that she is to the bitter and drag her out of the room only in the Apocalypse, and not the fact.

Now she knew what he was talking about Mr. Kliven, when advised to seriously reflect on their actions, if you want someone to prove something and how the person is ready to accept your loss. Although the enemy Mr. Kliven advised to prove always and everywhere, and better than a few inches of good steel... well, or at least some ancestral curse.
- Although the curse you're too young and a magic wand you are not entitled to.
And good steel, then put? - amused girl, what, in fact, the magician wanted.