HP Hermione's Phoenix

"Oh no!--"

"You'd better open it quickly..."

"Yes Ron... I've heard that too, if it's not opened in time, it will..."

In an instant, Mrs. Weasley's sharp and harsh curses rang out throughout the auditorium.

"—Stole the car, I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you!! You have no idea how worried me and your dad are!!"

"—We worked so hard to bring you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing! You, Harry, and the Malfoy kids almost lost their lives!"

"Oh no... Mom..." Ron buried his face in pain.

Everyone stopped to eat breakfast and turned to look at him.Only Draco on the long Slytherin table also bowed his head...

"—Your father will be inspected in the unit, and this is all yours—"

Suddenly, it seemed that the power of the radio was suddenly cut off.The roaring letter that was placed in the middle suddenly lost its voice, and before everyone could hear the second half of the sentence, Hermione came from behind at some point, and stretched out her hand to hold the red roaring letter.

She stood behind Ron with a careless expression, holding the letter tightly with one hand.Roaring Letter kept struggling and struggling, getting redder and hotter, but he couldn't say a word...

At last it struggled to move.I don't know what method Hermione used, under the shocked gaze of everyone, she kneaded it into a ball with one hand, gradually kneaded it into an invisible powder, and threw it on the ground.

She glanced at everyone and sat back in her seat calmly.

Everyone immediately coughed a few times as if waking up from a dream, and turned back to continue eating.

"Hermione... thank you..." Ron looked at her weakly and tearfully.

"Ah...Hermione, you are amazing..." Neville's expression has become star-eyed, "I have received a Howler letter before, when I was young... I have never heard of a half-howled Letters can still be destroyed..."

"As long as the magic is stronger than it, you will do it if you master the method." Hermione lifted the lid of the milk and said softly, "Ron, it's not right for your mother to do this. There are so many people in the auditorium, how can you be in front of me?" People roar."

"Hey..." Ron sighed depressingly, feeling that his heartache for the past 12 years was all in it.

But Harry felt a strong unease burning in his heart.Was Mr. Weasley going to be investigated by the Ministry of Magic because of them?They got Ron's dad in trouble...

Hermione glanced at him calmly, and ate a bacon burger: "Don't worry about it. Draco is also involved in your matter, and his father will make it a big deal."

Harry raised his head slightly and glanced at Draco on the long table opposite.Draco kept drooping his head, not looking at him.

"Would Draco be blamed by his dad too..." he murmured.

"Don't worry about it. Why don't you worry about the fact that you will be punished for labor service in the future." Hermione stirred the milk and said with a sneering smile, "I heard that Professor Sprout is a new recruit this year. There are a lot of strange plants, maybe I want you to go to the green house to serve? That's a trivial matter, the key is that Filch has been hearing her complain that the precious Whomping Willow has been damaged and needs more maintenance...Hmph! What a precious thing The Whomping Willow? That kind of plant is so stubborn and unspiritual that it can’t even do the basics of not harming the students. How precious is it? When I have a chance, I must tear down that tree..."

Neville and Harry Ron met a complicated look at the same time...

After the class started, they quickly learned what "Professor Sprout's new strange plant" was.

"The Mandrake, to hear its cry kills, good answer, Mr. Longbottom. Ten points from Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said, pointing to the earmuffs on the bench. Pick one for yourself."

Those mandrakes are immature now, and hearing their cries only makes one faint.Even with their ears plugged in and only gestures to communicate with each other — caring for these ugly, fat doll-like dangerous plants can provide a thrilling satisfaction.

Harry's contentment lasted until Lockhart burst in.

The students all looked at each other, wondering what the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher meant by calling Harry out suddenly.He left half of his work and went out, watching the Mandrake doll Harry had just buried almost crawling out of the soil - Hermione quickly pinned it down.

They had lessons with Hufflepuff this time.For some reason, Harry's partner this time is Justin Finch, who had a crush on Hermione since the first grade.

Justin looked particularly excited.While staring at Hermione, he pressed the head of the mandrake, showing a little prince-like smile, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what he was talking about—

Everyone is wearing earmuffs, no one is looking this way.Hermione raised her eyebrows, and secretly formed a body shield to resist the Mandrake's scream, and opened a slit in the earmuffs;

"...I know you can't hear me, I just wanted to say something to you. You know, we are from the same place. I mean, we are actually the same people, different from them... I was originally I'm going to Eton College. Then I came here to study, and my mother was a little disappointed...but I think it's good, because I met you..."

Hermione turned around immediately, and quickly closed the earmuffs with black lines all over her head.

Harry went back to the conservatory.With a confused and pooped expression.

Ron and Neville quickly came over and took out a piece of paper: "What did Lockhart want from you?"

"I don't know, I really think there is something wrong with his brain..." Harry wrote on the note annoyedly, "He kept telling me about becoming famous and saying that he would invite me to reply to his readers , taught me how to learn to be a celebrity...what the hell? Isn't he pregnant?"

Hermione had been watching Harry bow his head to write, and felt someone poking her at the same time.She realizes it's Justin, and she really doesn't want to look up—

Until Professor Sprout came over, his fat body blocked the light source of the four friends.

She stretched out her hand, put the note away, and glanced at it.Then looked at them.

She turned away.

Hermione raised her head and saw Justin's helpless face. He mouthed, "I wanted to remind you, but you ignored me..."

But when he was able to talk after class, Ron immediately exaggerated: "Hey! What did you mean by Professor Sprout just now?! We passed notes in class and she didn't deduct points from us!!!"

Neville hesitated and said, "Uh, Professor Sprout is like this. She's a nice person, and she's not Snape..."

"No!" Ron said beamingly, "Have you forgotten the disgusted expression on Harry's face when Lockhart called him out?! She hates Lockhart!"

"Is that so?" Harry was taken aback.Although I feel that the faculty and staff will not hate anyone so easily...but it seems very understandable when it comes to Lockhart...

By the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone understood.

"1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?"

"2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?"

……

"54, when is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?..."

There is a whole large test paper with 54 big questions, all of which are questions like this.

Harry can assure you that everyone's eyeballs almost dropped the moment they got the test paper.He had that doubt again: Am I really dreaming? ——No, this is a dream within a dream, right?When I came to Hogwarts, it was the first layer of dreams, and then this ridiculous thing happened in Hogwarts, it was the second layer of dreams...

Lockhart was still looking at everyone triumphantly on the podium, constantly exuding that coquettish and disgusting atmosphere: "I know you have all bought my complete set of books, I am just doing a small quiz to see if you understand-- "

"Professor——" In the afternoon sun, Hermione suddenly raised her hand lazily, and said in a drawn-out tone, "We just want to know, what should we do if we encounter a vampire? Charm him?"

Someone burst out laughing immediately.

Lockhart's expression changed instantly.But before he could speak, everyone caught Hermione's meaning.Everyone chattered together:

"Professor, is it really all right for you to come to class while pregnant?"

"Can you tell us the details of the wizard's birth? My cousin is said to be conceiving a..."

"Professor, professor! Tell us, is Count Nikola handsome? Is he handsome?!"

"Is it really chilling to be with a vampire? Is it really exciting? Have you seen Interview with the Vampire?"

"Aww Parvati, have you read it too?! I thought you didn't read Muggle books—"

"No way! From a Muggle perspective, vampires are super charming! Louis is so handsome——"

"Stop! Everybody stop!" Lockhart gritted his teeth as if he had been splashed with dung, "I want to solemnly declare that some of the remarks about me in the "Daily Prophet" are all about Rita. This woman Skeeter is full of nonsense! Of course I defeated the vampires by relying on the truth! For details, please see my "On Boats with Vampires"—”

"What?" Suddenly, Seamus yelled in surprise, ""Same Bed with Vampires"?! Do you really want to recommend such a restricted-rated book to us... So there is really no publication classification system in the wizarding world?"

The classroom suddenly became more commotion.Everyone looked at Lockhart's abdomen with a strange expression...

Lockhart was extremely ashamed and indignant, and scolded Rita bloody in his heart, but he still wanted to maintain his image on his expression, so he could only restrain himself from patting the table and shouting: "Quiet! Quiet! I've said it very well. It is clear, indeed, because of the third class of the Order of Merlin, Mr. Smile five times from "Witch Weekly", such honors are easy to attract some slanders, but please see the facts clearly! I defeated the It's nothing but a vampire—"

"Wow——" led by two little girls, Lavender and Parvati, everyone showed a comprehensible expression.

Lockhart was even more depressed and anxious.Despite his fame, he actually didn't understand the public's psychology.Rita's gossip that he was pregnant is actually to win people's curiosity, and people's pursuit is just for fun-but he is very nervous, thinking that someone has discovered that he did not defeat vampires by himself.So he kept emphasizing the so-called "true skills"...

——Really?

Hermione has been sitting there lazily since the first sentence in class, turning the quill in her hand, motionless.

There were chattering around, and Lockhart's anxious expression was completely reflected in his heart.

——If you have the real ability, you will be out of trouble!

Hermione sneered from the bottom of her heart.From the first time when Lihen Bookstore saw Lockhart at the signing ceremony, she was surprised to find that the fluctuation of magic power in this man was terribly low, even worse than some third and fourth grade students... After watching His words and deeds are nothing more than a braggart, deceitful person...

Is Defense Against the Dark Arts really that miserable?Actually need this kind of guy to teach?

Hogwarts Castle, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly moved slightly.She jerked her head up, feeling a warm, faint wave of magic brush over her.

Hermione slammed the table and stood up.

Some people were still talking, but they were all quiet now.She glanced at Lockhart coldly, without saying a word, turned her head and pushed open the door to leave the classroom.

——Uh, that counts, blatantly skipping class...

The friends were all shocked.But Harry came to his senses quickly and hurriedly said, "Professor, she's feeling a bit uncomfortable..."

Lockhart still maintained that commercial smile, nodded and said: "Then let her go! I feel sorry for her, and I believe she will be sad because she can't finish my first class..."

Saying so, Lockhart was secretly startled.The girl who took the lead in making trouble just now exuded a chilling aura all over her body, and that look seemed to see through her whole self...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, already thinking about it.

Hermione stepped outside and laid her hands lightly on the castle's old, quiet walls.

"Are you also dissatisfied, Hogwarts?" She murmured, "How can such a person mess around with the thousands of years of magic school heritage? It was like that last year, and it's like this again this year...you don't know the principal What do you think? Yes, I don’t know either..."

With mixed feelings she walked in the shadow of the tower, past the whispers of the portraits.Yesterday, the eight-eyed spider king's blood-like venomous words were still echoing in her ears. This school year has just begun, but it seems that another treacherous conspiracy is about to unfold.

- 50 years ago...

Fifty years ago, this body of hers was never born at all.Why did Aragog mistakenly believe that he was its enemy, so that he chased and killed him endlessly?

Is it really old and blind, did it admit the wrong person?

——However, how can you admit your mistake with such deep-seated hatred?Or, could someone set the blame on...

Unthinkable things kept haunting her.Thousands of thoughts flowed through her mind, until she stopped, and found herself in the North Tower on the side of the Astronomy Tower.

The little black dragon Caesar flew down from the top of the Astronomy Tower, its black wings spread out in the wind, shining brightly.It's now a regular at the Observatory - that's where it was born and survived.This led to many students running there to feed it after class.

It rubbed Hermione affectionately, and Hermione stroked its head slowly, and suddenly said to herself: "Prophecy... the so-called guidance of destiny? I understand."

She waved the little dragon goodbye and walked straight into the tallest north tower.

The most mysterious professor at Hogwarts, as a living person, but like Professor Binns, he never attends the staff table.60 years ago, he and Ollivander witnessed the phoenix break through the sky, and made that prophecy about himself...

—Sybill Trelawney!

Hermione walked up to the top of the spiral staircase and pushed open the silver door of the divination classroom.

"Who do I see? A little brunette walking towards me, stubborn, irritable, hating things beyond his control..."

In the halo of the crimson lampshade and the dull incense in the room, a woman with shaggy hair and wearing a huge sweater turned her back to Hermione.The crystal ball in front of the woman just reflected her shadow.

"Oh, my poor child." Professor Trelawney turned her head and said in an unpredictable tone: "Mars! The destiny is unknown! I'm afraid you will encounter unimaginable danger!..."

Hermione looked at her, suddenly doubting herself.The woman is clearly mentally disturbed.

"What's your name, my poor child?" she went on in that melancholy exaggerated tone.

"Hermione Granger. I'm only in the second year, and I'm here because, I have some interest in divination—"

"Poor Miss Granger." Her tone suddenly became sweet and cloying, and her voice was in a trance: "Divination is a very difficult and high-end subject...I regret that some of you don't have third eye, but I You are still welcome to take my class in the third grade...but!"

She suddenly sobbed like a play, and looked at her sadly: "What a tragic fate! You are going to encounter a long and difficult journey. I am afraid that I will not see you when you are in the third grade."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Trelawney jumped away in extreme fright as if a boulder had been thrown at her chest.After a long time, she stroked her chest and said as if she had been greatly offended: "Sure enough, poor Miss Granger...you are a child who has no third eye and is a little dull...I'm afraid that even if you choose me It is difficult to get a high grade in this class. The omen of Mars has crossed the sky, and you will die a tragic death!"

Hermione was startled suddenly, and she took a step back.

But she didn't go.She was still standing where she was, staring at Trelawney...Trelawney's big crystal bulb-like eyes stared at her too.After a long time, she felt something was wrong again.

"Whether I die or not, I want to ask you something." Hermione whispered, "Do you remember Ollivander?"

"Ollivander?" said Trelawney dreamily. "Oh, I saw him many years ago... Poor Ollivander, I was suddenly called by destiny to observe the crystal ball for him last month." had seen the terrible fate of his imminent captivity."

Hermione already felt something was wrong.But she still asked in a deep voice: "Do you remember the prophecy you made 60 years ago?"

"Sixty years ago?" Trelawney was taken aback, "What prophecy?"

Hermione basically understood.This person is similar to many decent guys I met on Temple Street in Hong Kong, he is a liar.

She turned around and walked away.

But before she had time to push the door open, her hand was suddenly grabbed again.

The divination professor's slender, skinny hands held her arm tightly.A deep, hoarse voice came from behind her: "The route of the planet has been completely changed. You have completely changed the trajectory of the original destiny, changed the devil, changed the savior, changed everything... When summer comes, the lonely broken soul will wake up again."

Hermione turned her head and looked at her deeply.One of her own arms was about to be pinched purple by Trelawney. I don't know where this woman got so much strength... But at this moment, she didn't care about it at all, and just stared at him intently.

At this moment, Trelawney was completely different from before.She seemed to be looking at Hermione, and at the same time she seemed to be looking further ahead, her tone was still deep, but her expression was extremely firm:

"But... In the end, you will lose him! You will lose the person you cherish most in your heart! He will personally end everything and die in front of you... All sins, everything ends, ashes to ashes, dust to dust! Only in history In the middle, with white hair, a sigh..."

The author has something to say: Although Trelawney said so, the ending is HE

Professor Trelawney said hello to everyone