All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 92 The stolen time and time converter

The students on the platform were all rushing towards the train. There were not many students returning to school after the Christmas vacation.

"Harry! Get in the car."

A familiar figure appeared in front of him, it was Hermione Granger. The little witch was holding a thick magic book. Her face was more mature than Harry remembered, her facial features were clearer and more profound, and her figure had grown like a branched sapling.

Hermione looked at him dumbfounded and grabbed his wrist. He was like a kite being pulled into the crimson train.

Harry and Hermione were sitting in the same cubicle, just the two of them here.

She took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the scenery outside the window and shared it on her circle of friends with the following message: [Christmas vacation is over, back to study (smiley face emoji)]

Harry's eyes stayed outside the window. He saw a strange person on the platform - a young man. He was holding an umbrella in such a sunny weather. He neither got on the bus nor rushed to the next train. The train is like a milestone along the road, watching the long river of history flow ruthlessly.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione followed his gaze and looked out, "There's nothing."

His attention and thinking seemed to have been destroyed, and he could only reconstruct it bit by bit from the surrounding world.

Harry saw Hermione's soft cheeks with the short down, like a peach, and her amber eyes reflected on the glass in the light from the car window, reminiscent of thick pure honey. .

"Huh? Why are you so abnormal today? You're a little silly." Hermione stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him. Harry stared at her hand. It was long and slender with clear knuckles, and each piece of nail was flat, like It is slender quartz, the skin is delicate and fair, without any ugly stains and damages.

Hermione came forward, their faces were so close that Harry could smell the special scent of Muggle laundry soap powder on her body, like sunshine and daisies. Her messy hair was like hanging brown seaweed, gently brushing the corners of Harry's eyes, and he blinked unconsciously.

Then he started crying and couldn't stop it.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Hermione rummaged through her shoulder bag in a panic, took out her wand, and then stuffed a soft plaid handkerchief into Harry's hand, "Wipe it, Harry, don't be like this, after all What happened?"

She seemed to have guessed it, and said angrily: "Did the Dursleys bully you again? They are really shameless. To be honest, you should be taught a lesson. At least they can no longer treat you like a house elf. Bullied."

No.Harry shook his head in pain, no, the Dursleys were finished, they all died during that miserable Christmas holiday.

Hermione grabbed Harry's right hand that was holding the handkerchief and brought it to his face, trying to wipe away the tears, but it didn't work. Harry's arm was like a machine with rusty joints, and she couldn't take it off. The handkerchief he held tightly. So I had to wipe his tears with my hands.

"Don't touch me." Harry shrank and leaned back. His actions made Hermione's expression become embarrassed and overwhelmed. "I don't need to be embarrassed. Please, don't touch me."

Don't shed tears for a cruel murderer, he doesn't deserve any sympathy. Don't let your clean hands be stained by the blood of sin. She is still pure and clear and ignorant of the world.

The ensuing journey was more torturous than ten Potions classes in a row. Speaking of Potions, Harry thought of Snape, the domineering professor who could no longer dictate to him.Because he died.

When he was dying, he tried to stand in front of Lily Evans.

Lips engulfed in flames opened and closed over and over again.

He's saying: I'm sorry.

Harry blinked lightly, and the tears he had stored up dripped down, and his blurred vision became slightly clearer.The lenses were still foggy with heat, so he took them off and wiped them with the hem of his robe, leaving Hermione's handkerchief untouched.Putting on the glasses again, he felt much better. He folded the handkerchief neatly, put it on the window edge, and pushed it slightly towards the opposite side.

Hermione, who was sitting opposite her, was reading a book with her head down. This little witch was always so serious, persistent, and smart.

But at this moment, she is clearly preoccupied, and her mind is not in place.

When Harry pushed the handkerchief over, she first raised her head and glared at him, then looked at him coldly.

The emotions in the two pairs of eyes of different colors were rising and falling like the ocean tide.

After all, her heart softened, she closed the book forcefully, got up and sat beside him.

Harry flinched towards the window, shivering uncontrollably.Hermione laughed out loud, "Why are you as timid as a Bowtruckle?" Then she asked seriously and worriedly: "Harry, are you okay? Why are you sad? Dumbledore He's fine, he's just recuperating and the nurses at St Mungo's are saying he's stable."

"Dumbledore is in the hospital?" Harry said hoarsely, "What happened to him?" He already knew that he was a complete villain, but he was really afraid that Dumbledore would die because of him.

"You can't even remember that? At Christmas, Dumbledore got food poisoning and fell into a coma."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Then who is the headmaster now? Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes."

"Tell me more about the changes in the school."

Whenever Hermione made a start, Harry always asked her to go ahead and talk. He knew nothing about everything that happened in the entire second year.

"After the first grade, Professor Quirrell resigned. In the second grade, a professor named Lockhart came. He was a useless idiot...During the summer vacation this year, many prisoners in Azka class escaped. Everyone It was said that the mysterious man was back, and the Ministry of Magic also sent dementors to patrol the school... This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is called Lupine. He treats you very well, but he is very difficult to deal with Professor Snape. It seems that they We were classmates before..."

The little witch's lip pods are flaring like two soft pink slugs.

Harry thought, how strange, both he and Ron couldn't stand Hermione's chatter before, but now they wish she would never be quiet, just keep talking like this, let the clear voice be like a flock of birds, always in the boy's eyes The sky soars.

"...By the way, is that thing of yours still there?" Hermione's words were interrupted here, as if all sweet dreams would wake up.

"what?"

Hermione took out a small hourglass from the lining pocket of the wizard's robe, "It's a time turner. I applied for it with you. In the third grade, we both took twelve courses, and many of the classes overlapped, so we didn't need this thing. You can’t learn anything by stealing time.”

Harry felt his pocket sink, and he took out an identical timepiece, gold in color, with a slender chain attached to it.

"It's good that you didn't lose it. You were acting weird today. You must have experienced something bad. I'm afraid you might even lose the time turner." Hermione hid her hourglass, "You didn't forget How does this thing work? Well, I’ll say it again. Rotate the hourglass once and go back one hour. Simple, right?”

These words were like hot molten silver pouring into Harry's cold and sad heart, and he felt the blood all over his body boil.

"What did you say? This thing can turn back time?"

"Yes, I know what you are thinking. It just gives you more time to study and rest. The past cannot be changed."

No, you are wrong, the past can be changed.

Harry was convinced. The idea seemed strange, but he believed it so firmly.

I'm debating whether to have Hermione with Harry or with Ron.Ron in the original book is a good boy, and they are a pretty good couple.In addition, Linde's emotional situation is also very problematic, a bit difficult to deal with.