HP Hermione's Phoenix

Hermione walked back to the lounge from floor to floor in the north tower.The sun was setting, and the castle was gradually shrouded in shadow.However, every time you go up a ladder, you can see a higher light, as if the sun is struggling with the fall, but eventually falls into darkness.

When she didn't know which floor she was on, Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped her who was silent.

"Hermione." Her expression was very gentle, and she didn't call her last name. "Come with me to the office."

Hermione followed Professor McGonagall to the second floor with some stiff legs.The headmistress of Gryffindor's office was the most normal office she had ever seen.Different from Dumbledore's chaotic design and Snape's gloomy and deep, this place is full of a capable atmosphere.

"Would you like some black tea?" She looked down at her, "I heard you like black tea the most."

Hermione sat down slowly, holding a cup of hot black tea.The temperature of the teacup wrapped the entire palm, and then spread to the whole body.

"Hermione..." McGonagall looked at her, slowly pursed her lips, and asked a little unaccustomed: "There were... a lot of things happened at the beginning of school. I just want to ask you, are you okay?"

Hermione suddenly had some complex emotions welling up in her heart.Professor McGonagall, her guide, can be said to be her real master in this world... She has always cared about herself from the bottom of her heart.

Hermione looked down at the teacup and said dumbly, "I don't know."

Mag sighed and was silent for a while before suddenly saying: "You are my bravest and best student. But even so, you are only a 13-year-old student. Next time I will never let you Face that danger head on."

"Thank you...professor."

"You've been in a bad mood, I can tell." She pursed her lips and looked at her. "Pomona said you were in a bad mood in the morning, and Lockhart also came to complain to me in the afternoon that you skipped class..."

"... Lockhart? I'll never take his class again," said Hermione dryly.

But Mag actually laughed.She said in an elder tone, "Hermione...Hermione. You put on a show."

"Impossible!" Hermione almost slapped the table, "You don't like it, do you? Why does the school recruit such a person?"

McGonagall said helplessly: "There is no way. He is the only teacher who applied for Defense Against the Dark Arts... Albus also... can't help it."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.The principal has time to test the savior to test himself, why not teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in person?

"You still go to the next class, it's good to put on a show." McGonagall persuaded her in a tone of headache, "If you take the lead and don't go to class in the future, Gryffindor will gradually have no one to go to this class." Lesson is over..."

Hermione sighed as she looked at her.

"Okay," she replied, "I'll go to the next class... But, professor, haven't you thought about it? Let such a person teach this class, what will happen to everyone's Defense Against the Dark Arts in the future? Especially the senior students, they are about to take the Wizarding Level Exam..."

McGonagall suddenly felt anxious.Hermione hit her right where it hurt.

Compared with Dumbledore's single-minded focus on the savior's development plan, Minerva McGonagall has always dismissed it, thinking that these children are too young.With so many students in the school, especially the senior graduates who are facing employment problems and grade test problems, their problems are more urgent...

Hermione looked at McGonagall's sudden sigh.Knowing that I was right, I couldn't help feeling a little depressed.Looking at this overly precocious little girl, Mag had many thoughts in her mind, but in the end she just sighed: "I mentioned this to the principal, and soon, the school will add some activities to ensure that you can really learn something. You'll see it soon."

Hermione nodded.

She looked at her again: "So... what about yourself? Hermione, you are very unhappy."

Hermione suddenly raised her head to look at her, and found that pair of deep and resolute eyes were staring at her tightly.She had never seen Professor McGonagall in such a tone, as if to her daughter:

"Hermione...I've watched you since you were 12 years old. You've always cared about others, friends, other people...but what about you?"

As he said this, many memories flashed before Mag's eyes. From trolls to the Forbidden Forest, this mysterious and powerful little girl was always covered in blood... How could she be so stubborn?Powerful and willful, it's really worrying.

A strong, indescribably warm, cared-for feeling hit Hermione's heart.She finally couldn't help it, and holding the cup of black tea, she whispered to Professor McGonagall.

But only 2 minutes later, McGonagall suddenly sat there, patted the table with helplessness and dissatisfaction: "So it was that woman Trelawney who made my student look like this?!"

"Uh..." Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.She had never seen Professor McGonagall attack other faculty members like this, even Quirrell and Lockhart...

"Cough." McGonagall straightened her face and looked at her a little ridiculously: "Sybill Trelawney predicts the painful death of more than 100 students every year. Since she taught until now, I have never seen Who of them is dead."

"..."

"She also predicted every year that I would encounter great danger and suffer pain," McGonagall said lightly, "I am still alive and well."

"..."

"She must have told you about the Celestial Eye and Mars, and then babbled at her crystal ball, and finally asked you to go back and look at the tea leaves, right?" Mag raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms impatiently.

"Uh... all..." Hermione looked at her speechlessly.

"So don't remember this little thing. I know that your level is already above the senior grade. Even if you don't want to go to class, read the few books I gave you when you have time—"

"But!" Hermione suddenly remembered what Trelawney said when she took her hand and suddenly changed her state, and a trace of doubt floated in her heart: "When she said those words, she looked very different." ..."

"That's her playing tricks, she's an old liar." Mag said bluntly, "Okay, it's getting late, go back quickly."

Hermione still felt something was wrong.

She did not explicitly tell Professor McGonagall the series of words after Trelawney's sudden change of state, but only vaguely said that she predicted that she would die...

Is Trelawney really playing tricks?But... Both the devil and the savior have been changed, and the lonely broken soul will wake up, what do you mean?

——That state is weird and extraordinary, and it seems completely different from usual...

——She is a sword cultivator.Sword repairers all pay attention to free and easy mind, open mind, not to be troubled by external things, even if fate has been decided, they must go against the sky... She usually only pays attention to the changes of luck and fortune, which is different from those who think that the changes of luck and fortune have a long history. The God-ordained prophet's power can be said to be different in concept, so he has never been in contact with it and does not understand the prophecy.

And what Trelawney said was quite appalling, the devil and the savior?Who else but Voldemort and Harry?

——If you say that you are the one who changed your fate, that would be understandable. The centaur also said so... I broke through the void and came across the plane, seized luck, changed the fate, and changed the fate of some people on this plane. It's also natural...

But most importantly, she said in the end that she would just watch the person she cherished in her heart die in front of her eyes!

——No one knows, these words are like a lightning strike, bringing the past and the past, passing by one by one, stirring up countless complicated emotions...

Confused, when she finished her stroll and stopped, she found herself in the cellar without realizing it.

Medusa on the stone door of Snape's office smiled at her and opened the door automatically.

Hermione froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered the one thing she promised Snape before school started... That's right, you shouldn't think too much about things you can't figure out, and you should do the things right now.

Snape was working on a gigantic experiment.Test tubes are connected to test tubes, crucibles are connected to crucibles, countless colored smoke is flying over the experimental table, and several drug reactions occur simultaneously in a small moment, and the reaction at this moment becomes the cause of the reaction at the next moment, causality is interconnected With cause and effect, secondary reactions occur again...

He was obsessed with the indescribable changes in the potion's reaction, and the black robe was stained with various halos.Waving his hands, he looked like a potion king who was swaying all over the place.

But suddenly he paused and turned his head sharply to find Hermione standing behind him.

The 13-year-old girl looked at him silently, her eyes reflected the brilliance when the reaction of the potion changed.

Snape turned off the ignition immediately, and turned to look at her in the same silence.

He felt like he didn't know what to say.After going through all kinds of things, after seeing Hermione come out of the Forbidden Forest with a sword covered in blood, like a demon god... Every time he saw Hermione, he decided not to speak with complicated emotions.

Sure enough, Hermione spoke. The little girl's voice was tender and sweet, but the tone was very irritating: "Ah, Professor Snape's heart is actually colorful."

Snape rolled his eyes in his mind: "Is there something wrong?!"

——Don't take over my lab again!

"African tree snake skin, troll blood, a lot of lacewing insects, horn powder of bicorns..." Hermione squinted, looked at the ingredients on the table, and said leisurely: "Many ingredients contain ingredients of compound soup. Well... the professor's idea is very advanced."

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'll be the professor's assistant to help you research wolfbane potion." Hermione shrugged and picked up a bunch of materials: "You are indeed the youngest master of potions in Europe, this idea is too advanced... yes , Exactly. Why try to make werewolves safe? Just turn them into other safe creatures? Are you working on a permanent Polyjuice Potion? - that's such an interesting idea... I like it !"

Her words were rambunctious, but they were like lightning strikes, hitting and breaking the gate of another world by mistake, which made Snape's eyes light up...

They didn't know that at this moment, as the night was getting dark, Harry and Draco were running wildly in the corridor...

"This way!" Harry ran up the steps panting, pulling Draco up.

"It...it's there..." Draco's face changed suddenly.

In the wall, a very painful and old voice growled as if it hadn't spoken for a long time:

"Eat...hungry...tear you apart...eat you...hungry...hungry for a long time..."

They all looked at each other, a look of horror flashed in their eyes.

"Did you hear it all?" Harry whispered, "I'm very surprised why Lockhart said he couldn't hear it...I ran out when I heard it, and it turned out that you were also..."

—Of course Lockhart couldn't hear it!He's not a Parseltongue!

--really!It's the basilisk!

A flash of decisiveness flashed in Draco's heart, he closed his eyes deeply, tried to imagine the snake, and said, "Helbo?"

He did it right the first time.This is actually very difficult to do, at least Harry can't use Parseltongue out of thin air.But Harry didn't realize it at the moment.

Inside the thick wall, the voice suddenly moved and asked hoarsely, "Who is it?"

"I'm a Hogwarts Slytherin student." Draco said quickly, trying not to think about the discomfort he felt when speaking in that hissing voice: "Halpo, are you hungry?"

The voice hesitated, and said awkwardly: "Yes..."

"You don't know how to eat students' food?"

"Of course not... what kind of talk is this!" Haierbo's voice was furious, and he complained suddenly: "Everyone wakes me up for no reason, some tell me to eat people, some ask me not to eat people, can you eat people?" Can't you stop making trouble? If this is the case, let me continue to sleep!"

The two little friends pressed their faces against the wall, staring at each other with wide eyes at the same time.

At the same place, they vaguely heard the sound of some huge monster roaring away.

"So..." said Harry gravely, "someone awakened the basilisk?"

"Is that the talkative..." Draco murmured.

"No, it's people." Harry said firmly, "Talking snakes won't hurt students, let alone instigating basilisks to hurt students. Did you hear what Hai Bo said just now? Someone... right here In the school, just now, it was awakened! It even ran out to eat people..."

Draco's heart was like a thunderbolt, and he almost couldn't stand still.

——Who is Hai Erbo's master...