The days at Hogwarts

Hermione put a snow candy in her mouth and leisurely picked up the quill to write notes on the parchment.

"Can anyone tell me why the invisible beast symbolizes the number '0'?" Professor Babel's eyes wandered over the little wizards.

Hermione raised her hand subconsciously, then suddenly retracted it as she remembered something.

"Granger, you answer." Babel had already noticed Miss Know-It-All.

"!"

Oh no! The Snow Candy is still in my mouth!

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

Is eating sweets in class against school rules?

How many points will be deducted and what will the confinement involve?

Hermione took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and decided to make one more final struggle.

"Because, invisible."

Use your tongue to push the candy against the inner wall of your mouth, try not to let it interfere with your tongue's speech, and use fewer words and more pauses so that nothing sounds unusual.

Professor Babel nodded and said, "That's right, because the invisible beast's invisibility ability symbolizes nothing, representing the number '0'."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and got away with it...

Chapter 293: One minute apart feels like two hours

Transfiguration classroom, in the middle back row to the right of the podium.

"So Miss Granger, the most well-behaved girl, ate snacks in class and was almost caught?"

Lauren looked at his deskmate Hermione with a smile, and said something teasing to tease her. He knew that the girl had been in two classes in a row, although to him, Hermione had just left his sight a minute ago.

Hermione didn't react. She lay sideways on the desk, with her head resting on the Transfiguration textbook and notebook, her hands on the desk, her face facing Loren.

She came as soon as the Ancient Runes get out of class was over and met Loren smoothly.

"Yes," Hermione answered in a soft voice. Although she was looking at Lauren, her pupils were relaxed, her eyes were dull and her vision was unfocused.

Loren put away his smile and felt a little distressed.

This is tiring.

The girl exuded visible fatigue, anyone who attended three classes without interruption and full attention would be exhausted. Others might have taken the opportunity to slack off, but not Hermione.

But this kind of academic fatigue appearing on Hermione was somewhat strange.

"Can't the time-turner go back five hours at most? Why don't you take a break after lunch before going back to other classes?"

"Well……"

Hermione frowned slightly.

This is a question that requires thinking, but she doesn't want to think about it now, she just wants to lie down and do it.

She thought for a while and decided to explain it in simple words: "One-way, existing at the same time, dangerous."

Most of the main body of the conversation was omitted, but Loren actually understood her explanation:

The time turner can only go back to the past. If she goes back five hours, it means that there will be two Hermiones existing at the same time in the next five hours, increasing the risk of the time turner being exposed.

Loren wanted to persuade her further, but when he saw Hermione's tired expression, he couldn't say anything more.

Looking at the time, Loren patted her head and said, "There are still fifteen minutes before class. Take a good rest."

"Ah."

A soothing warmth came from his palm, which seemed to melt away some of the fatigue in her head. Hermione closed her eyes and emptied her mind.

After a while, she noticed that he had taken his hand back. Without opening her eyes, Hermione's beautiful eyebrows slowly frowned: "No."

Loren was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"hand."

Loren was stunned, then put his hand on her head again and pressed it slowly.

Hermione's eyelashes trembled a few times, and her eyes opened slightly, allowing sporadic and trivial light and shadows to fall into her eyes, and then she slowly closed them again.

The skin on Loren's hands was fair, and the subcutaneous veins were faintly visible. The knuckles were distinct, and although they looked hard, the fingertips felt very soft. Stroke her hair, and the close contact with her scalp made him feel very comfortable and at ease.

"Hermione?"

"Ah."

"Drop two courses."

"No..." Hermione's voice was nasal with a hint of coquettishness, "I haven't taken Arithmancy yet. Professor Bubbage and Professor Babel's classes are very interesting. I also want to learn more about Divination."

"Aren't you tired?"

Feeling his fingers stop, Hermione twisted her neck and rubbed it: "You won't get tired if you press it for a while longer--"

"..."

Loren sighed in frustration and continued to rub her head slowly.

Hogwarts in early September was neither too hot nor too cold, and you didn't have to worry about catching a cold when you slept on the table. The grass and path outside the window were damp and fresh, and the clear blue sky shone through the glass, a patch of light.

The young wizards were sitting in their seats, talking among themselves about their elective courses and interesting things that happened during the summer vacation. Girls would often look at them with a hint of envy in their eyes.

The quiet and leisurely break passed quickly, and Professor McGonagall began the first Transfiguration class of this semester.

The third-year knowledge involved human transformation and Animagus. Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat on the stage, with traces of glasses around her eyes.

However, the little wizards reacted coldly, which made Professor Cat a little sad.

"I say, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall transformed herself back to her original form with a puff and said lightly, "It's nothing serious, it's just that this is the first time that my transformation did not win the applause of my classmates."

Loren put down his quill, and Hermione looked at the new handwriting on her notebook that did not belong to her, wondering if she should use the Time Turner to memorize today's notes in the evening.

Loren said coldly, "Don't look at it. This is just the first time. If you don't drop the class, you can take notes on your own in the future."

Hermione didn't respond, but smiled and whispered, "Professor McGonagall seems to care a lot, doesn't she?"

"..."

Harry in the front row hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to answer McGonagall's question: "Professor, we just had our first divination class and interpreted tea leaves. The result is -"

"Ah, I see." Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at everyone. "I don't know how many of you have chosen the Divination class, but you should know that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year since she came to this school. So far, none of them have died..."

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic, and I have very little patience for it. True seers are few and far between, and Professor Trelawney—"

At this point, Professor McGonagall had a complicated expression. She paused and continued in a matter-of-fact tone: "From my perspective, you are all in very good health, and your families will be safe and healthy, so I can't suspend classes and make you worry..."

After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, the little wizards who were "cursed" in the Divination class all breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione's mind gradually drifted away. Professor McGonagall seemed to have always been pessimistic about Professor Trelawney.

On the day of the summer stay, Professor Trelawney made a prophecy about the thirteen people having dinner, and Professor McGonagall also ridiculed Trelawney with the joke of the axeman.

Hermione didn't have a good impression of Trelawney at first, but after experiencing Professor Babbling's prediction herself, she became a little uncertain.

Let’s take a closer look and learn more.

Hermione thought so.

After lunch, in the Gryffindor common room.

On a sofa in the corner, Hermione put down her notebook, sank into the soft sponge, and let out a long sigh: "I won't recite it anymore. I'll find time to recite it in the evening."

Turning her gaze to Loren, who was writing and drawing next to her, she crawled over the sofa, peeked over his shoulder, and whispered, "Wolfsbane Potion Optimization Experimental Design, what is this?"

"It's an assignment from Professor Snape," Loren replied.

"Oh!" Hermione hummed, squeezed next to him, and said in a sweet and innocent tone, "Give me a massage."

"..."

Loren looked helpless. Hermione, who was exhausted, showed her usually hidden vulnerable side, just like when she had a cold and fever, and became particularly clingy.

Hermione took his hand and placed it on her head. She squinted her eyes in enjoyment as she felt the hand, which was slightly bigger than hers, pressing down on her.

Loren pressed the button slowly: "Remember to store some food in the pendant next time."

"understood."

"If you're tired, go to the Room of Requirement. No one will find you there."

"Ok."

"..."

The soft hair flows through the fingers like a river, and the afternoon time seems to stop here, becoming slow and quiet...

I think it's time to update a little bit, so I won't update in the middle of the night.

Chapter 294 Draco Has Not Sleeped Yet

Tuesday, auditorium, lunchtime.

The long tables of Gryffindor and Slytherin were eerily quiet. Apart from the clinking of knives and forks and ceramic plates, there was only the sound of some young wizards discussing in low voices.

They were discussing the accident that happened this morning.

Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff listened for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was going on. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice out of curiosity, "What's going on? Why are the Gryffindors and Slytherins so quiet today?"

Ernie MacMillan looked around and said to his friends in a low voice, "You may not know this yet, but Professor Rubeus Hagrid is in trouble!"

This is a strange thing to say, as it is always the little wizards who make mistakes, so how could the professor get into any trouble?

"What do you mean?" Justin asked confused.

"We had Care of Magical Creatures this morning. Gryffindor and Slytherin took it together. Professor Hagrid showed off a dozen Hippogriffs, and Pansy Parkinson was scratched."

Ernie glanced cautiously at the Slytherin table. "Parkinson said that he would have the Ministry of Magic execute those dangerous animals. He also said that he would have the Board of Directors expel Professor Hagrid."

"Ah? Execution!" Hannah shrank her neck in fear.

"I heard from Seamus that it was Parkinson who wanted to ride the same hippogriff as Malfoy." Ernie forked a piece of steak into his mouth. "Her name was Buckbeak. Then she offended and angered the hippogriff and was scratched by its claws. If Malfoy hadn't pulled her back, she might be in the hippogriff's stomach now."

Hannah smacked her lips when she heard this.

The Ravenclaw table was next to the Hufflepuff table, and a group of young wizards nearby joined in the discussion.

After listening to the whole incident, Marietta Edgemore curled her lips and said, "A beast dared to attack a wizard, so it should be executed! Professor Hagrid actually dared to bring such a dangerous beast to class, he deserves to be expelled."

Qiu Zhang sat at her right hand side, wanting to say something but hesitant, unable to say anything to dissuade her.

Rolf frowned and retorted, "Hippogriffs are only 3X-level magical creatures. Their presence in class is not against the rules. The magical creatures should not be held responsible for the mess Parkinson caused, and they certainly should not be put to death."

Luna looked at him with a delighted look, swinging her legs under the table: "You're right, you're right..."

Her voice was so soft and ethereal that it sounded like she was singing.

No one paid any attention to this notoriously crazy girl, except Rolf, who looked at her and they both smiled.

More little wizards joined the conversation:

"But Pansy Parkinson certainly doesn't think so."

"I heard someone in the Parkinson family works at the Ministry of Magic."

"Which pure-blood family doesn't have someone working at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Good luck Professor Hagrid..."

"My uncle told me that the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Directors have been unable to interfere with the school since last year. Professor Hagrid should be fine. But those hippogriffs should be dead..."

Although they lowered their voices, the people at the Gryffindor table still heard some of it, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

Harry and Ron were silent, their faces full of worry and annoyance, and their knives and forks made the plates bang.

Hermione was so worried that she couldn't eat. She was thinking about how to defend Hagrid and try to dismiss the charges brought by the Dangerous Animals Committee.

"Just focus on your lunch," Loren put a piece of beef ribs on her plate and reminded her quietly, "You have an extra class this afternoon."

Loren was not worried about Hagrid. From what Snape told him during breaks in class, he knew that Hogwarts had basically gotten rid of the control of the Board of Directors since last year, and the appointment and dismissal of professors was only decided by the principal and vice-principal.

At least for now, it seems that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have no intention of expelling Hagrid.

There was no need to worry about the Hippogriffs. They were able to send Norbert away quietly in the first grade, so there was no reason why the third grade could not save a Buckbeak.