The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Gryffindor Monday's Transfiguration class should be in the morning, not the afternoon; and the afternoon Transfiguration class is changed to Fantastic Beasts elective)

After bidding farewell to Cyrus, Hermione lay on the bed after washing up, recovering enough energy for tomorrow's lesson.

There are four elective courses for Hermione and Cyrus: Ancient Runic Studies, Divination and Magical Creatures, and Arithmetic Divination and Alchemy respectively.

The former belonged to Hermione, and the latter was what Cyrus wanted for the museum's gold plaque.

Hermione, who got up at eight o'clock in the morning, was a little dizzy. She felt that when she was asleep, she was in a state of flying backwards rapidly, and something was banging in her ears, making a few gongs.

Just when she thought she was going to be out of breath, Hermione woke up, clutching the collar of her chest, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But she still couldn't hear anything, and Mandy and the others also disappeared. Perhaps they had already rushed to the classroom. After vaguely groping for some food in the auditorium, she went to the arithmetic and divination classroom.

"Hermione? Time for class"

Harry, who had eaten, greeted her, but both he and Ron frowned, looking at Hermione with concern.

"Well... I see"

She was still in a trance, so she answered them briefly. Cyrus only had one Defense Against the Dark Arts class all morning, so she wasn't in the mood to eat much.

Professor Setima Victor was already waiting for the students in the classroom, and she found a seat on her own.

The content of arithmetic divination is to learn how to "use numbers to predict the future", which requires the use of complex number tables, but it is not to predict the future, but to find a solution from a bunch of graphics through calculations.

So in relation to this subject, only 'cursebreakers' need OWL certificates.

There are very few people in the entire class, and basically only Ravenclaw who is related to mathematics can learn, after all, it is very boring to watch.

"Morag...borrow the scratch paper" she casually said to the witch beside her.

"..."

Morag McDougal gave her a strange look, and after being silent for a while, he still tore off a piece of white paper, pressed it on the table and handed it over.

Hermione didn't come back to her senses until after class was over, but there were still occasional vague shapes in front of her eyes.

"Miss Granger...your mental state is not very good" Professor McGonagall from the second class glanced at her, but she opened her mouth and said nothing.

"It's okay, maybe I just didn't sleep well last night"

"Hopefully...remember to organize your schedule"

Hermione looked down at the floor with some embarrassment. Maybe she spent more time with Cyrus, but she firmly believed that it would not affect her studies.

How could it be possible for two top academics to fall in love! !

"Professor Trelawney said...she doesn't have that aura! You're just trying to be brave..."

Ron and Harry sat in the last row. They had no interest in what Professor McGonagall said about Animagus. Ron looked at Hermione in the front row and couldn't help complaining to Harry.

"Okay~" Harry also yawned, worryingly recalling the electives just now.

"I thought she wouldn't come to class..." Ron remembered that Hermione had rushed out of the classroom angrily, but Harry still ignored him and only responded a few times.

"I said, what's the matter with you?"

Mag frowned, looked around at the students in the classroom and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my transformation today won your applause..."

It sounds a bit resentful.

"Perhaps you should learn from Miss Granger! Take notes seriously...Gryffindor five points!!"

roar!It exploded around Hermione's ears like thunder and lightning, which made her eyes pop with gold stars. Hermione only heard a "buzzing" sound and a heart-wrenching pain in her chest.

"G... Gryffindor?" With a strong hand, the point of the quill pierced through the note paper.

Let her think about it and recall it well, the tower she went out this morning... blue?No, no, it seemed to be a vague red, red like blood.

But she didn't pay attention to her, because everyone in the classroom looked at Harry and Ron, and no one spoke until Lavender raised his hand tremblingly and said:

"We just had our first divination class today... read the tea leaves, the professor said Harry... Harry will die..."

"Nonsense!" Professor McGonagall stared at them with shining eyes and said, "Then you should know one thing. Since Sybill Trelawney came to this school, she has predicted who will die every year. But it didn't work out!"

Although McGonagall doesn't like to speak ill of her colleagues, even Severus, she rarely speaks, except...Trelawney!

"But my uncle Billy Ears has seen it before!" Ron retorted softly, and his words made the classroom noisy. "Then he passed away within a day..."

Professor McGonagall frowned, "Well, if you insist on thinking so, then Potter... if you die, you don't have to hand in your homework"

The professor succeeded in reducing the anxiety in the minds of the little wizards, because the bonus points from Gryffindor made many people gradually happy.

Only Lavender moved over his seat and spoke to Ron in a low voice.

After class, Hermione hurried out with her book in her arms, and even Parvati didn't stop him. Harry dragged Ron to follow, but the noisy crowd separated them far away.

The books in the girl's arms were in disarray, and many note papers were scattered on the ground, but she didn't care about it.

"Haha... Ah! Don't come here~" Malfoy at the door saw Hermione and the two people behind her, so he pretended to faint, "The dementors are coming!!"

Pansy, the Slytherin witch, also screamed to cooperate with him, shouting: "Dementors... Dementors!! Muggle wizards and two pure blood scums are going to cry, woo woo woo"

Malfoy and his henchmen stopped right in front of Hermione.

Maybe they were just passing by, or maybe they noticed that Hermione had just been pushed away by the crowd and was far away from Harry; but whatever the reason, the purpose was to bully her.

Hermione circled to the left and they blocked to the left, then slowly surrounded her while Pansy waited to humiliate the... Mudblood.

But the result did not make the Muggle wizard in front of Malfoy feel ashamed and angry.

Draco Malfoy didn't even see Hermione's movements clearly, and the next moment he felt breathless and lost his center of gravity. As he stepped back, Malfoy saw the surprised eyes of Pansy and Crabbe.

It was too late by the time Harry and Ron made their way through the crowd to the Great Hall.

Everyone's mouths were open, as if their jaws were dislocated, and Ron stammered to Harry, "Has she...always been like this?"

"It's not...is it?" Harry was also a little uncertain.

The rest of the people were just looking forward to seeing the show at first, so the rapid change made them dare not make a sound:

Hermione's right hand locked Malfoy's throat tightly like iron clamps, and her arm nailed him to the door of the auditorium like a javelin. The books on the floor were scattered all over the floor.

"You-how-how-dare-" Hermione's chocolate-colored pupils slowly turned golden.

She stretched out her hand without looking back, and used the Force to throw the surrounding Slytherins out. She grabbed Malfoy's collar with her right hand and threw it forward like a sandbag.

With a "bang", the door of the auditorium was smashed open by Malfoy.

"Do you think she will hate me because of the divination class?" Ron hugged Harry's arm, trembling.

"Probably... no?" Harry squinted at him, but seeing Malfoy's miserable state, he felt happy, and soon forgot the sorrow of the morning.

Hermione didn't care about the panic of the remaining Slytherins and the onlookers. She strode in and looked at the dining table of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but she didn't find any familiar figures.

Recalling the scenes she had seen before, she suddenly wanted to cry.

At this moment, she was no different from those lost little girls, confused and helpless.

wait...what's that sound?Hermione heard a rustle, a faint sound that became clearer when everyone fell silent.

"Hermione...ahem...then what, I'm sorry..." Ron saw her standing there in a daze, so he grabbed her arm and wanted to apologize, "I didn't mean it so much in the divination class said"

"Don't touch me!" Hermione shook her hand and shouted condescendingly.

"Harry! Look, am I going to die?" Ron looked at Malfoy who was lying on the ground crying in panic, as if that was his fate.

After rushing out of the auditorium, she ran to the girls' bathroom on the second floor, because of Myrtle, unless someone was too lazy to climb the stairs, there would be no one there.

She patted her pocket in confusion, and touched a metal object.

After taking it out along the slender chain, she realized that it was a clock-like thing, and the pointer on it was replaced with a small sparkling hourglass.

There is a line of small characters printed on the surface of the hourglass:

I mark every inch of time, but never surpass the sun; my worth to you is measured by your purpose.

(There is no official information about time travel, I guess I will write and modify it later)

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Trivia:

The spell of time travel is called the hour reversal spell, which can be encapsulated in a small enchanted hourglass (you know how outrageous the world view of HP is, right? As long as the wizard thinks, time travel can be done by almost everyone)

Idealistic magic!Too fucking idealistic! !Black Magic is a little brother.