Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Chapter 243: The Magical Use of the Time Converter!

The rain lasts for a whole month from November.

Into the small tail of 1993.

Hermione was always in a mess on the library desk no matter what time of day it was.

It's not that she doesn't like tidying up, but she has too many things to look at and doesn't have time to tidy up.

Hermione put down her wet-inked long paper on Arithmancy and Divination, and then began to flip through the wizards' book on Muggles, What Does Electricity Mean to Muggles? ".

After a while, Hermione began to delve into the transformation and translation of runes.

Hermione sighed with a heavy tone, as if carrying a heavy mountain on her back.

"Are you happy?" Harry said.

"What?" Hermione turned her sore wrist and continued to write on the parchment with a quill, but she didn't hear what Harry just said.

Harry snatched Hermione's quill.

Hermione looked at Harry, wondering what he was doing.

Harry said: "Let me ask you, are you happy after working so hard?"

"Of course..." Hermione couldn't continue.

She originally thought that she should like this kind of full and busy life, but it seems that she hasn't even looked up at the sky for a long time.

Harry said, "It wasn't like that when you were in first and second years."

Hermione said: "I don't know what's wrong, I like to learn new knowledge, it makes me happy. But after entering the third grade, I seem to seldom laugh. I use the space converter to study for more than ten hours a day, The weekly rest time is also used to complete more than a dozen homework, isn't this the life I want?"

Hermione's eyes had faint dark circles, which made people feel distressed.

"Knowledgeable and knowledgeable, such words are indeed gratifying, but you have tightened yourself too much. This kind of learning does not bring happiness, but pain."

Hermione's eyes were blank. She touched the small funnel hanging around her neck and said, "Maybe you're right."

"However..." Hermione insisted: "I still hope to have a beginning and an end, at least after my third year is over.

After saying this, Hermione suddenly felt relieved.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Actually, that's not how you use the Time Turner." Harry didn't know what he thought of, so he couldn't help laughing.

The smile is very pure.

Hermione froze: "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell you a story first."

"There is a girl named Tokisaki Kurumi, her ability is similar to that of a time converter, and she can have different selves in the same time and space..."

...

"But isn't it strictly forbidden to interfere with the original time and space? It seems that all wizards think so. Traveling through time and space is a terrifying and dangerous thing. No one knows what consequences it will cause." Hermione listened to what Harry said. After the story, he said in shock.

"Who knows?" Harry said.

"But that's not the point I want to say." Harry smiled harmlessly.

Hermione listened carefully.

"If we were in ****..."

"At this time, you will appear here one day later..."

"Then can we be three...two of yourself...what do you think?"

Hermione's face was flushed, and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes. She shouted in embarrassment and anger, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

She threw a heavy book with several thousand pages at Harry.

Harry dodged in embarrassment: "Ahem, it's just a bold idea... just forget it if you don't want to..."

Harry Potter's shamelessness once again broke through Hermione's imagination.

...

There are still two weeks until the end of last semester.

The sky suddenly cleared, the gray sky was gone, and it was a bright, dazzling white, like the egg white of a hard-boiled egg.

one morning.

Astoria jumped up and down on Harry's stomach with a look of excitement.

"Brother, look, it's snowing!"

Do children have snow sensors on top of their heads?

Astoria always woke up later than Harry, but today she woke up early for no reason.

Harry held Astoria in his arms, and opened the curtains, as expected: a world covered in powder makeup, jade carvings, ice carvings, and silver.

It was white everywhere, fluffy and shiny, floating to the ground and shining brightly and finely. Astoria's eyes were shining like stars. She squinted at the magnificent snow scene and giggled.

A layer of crystal clear hoarfrost covered the wet and muddy ground a few days ago.

In the ten days before Christmas, the castle has already begun to be filled with a busy atmosphere of Christmas.

Professor Flitwick of the Charms class began to decorate his classroom with colorful lights, and those lights would turn into real little fairies, glowing, with transparent wings, flying in the air.

The students began to happily discuss the plans for the holiday.

...

The last weekend is Hogsmeade Day.

Hermione was positive this time.

Because the last time Astoria bought a lot of candies at Honeydukes, they couldn't finish them all, so they were all distributed to Hermione and Zhang Qiu.

Hermione mailed some of the snack owls back to her parents.

Her mother wrote back and said that there was a kind of mint called maomaoya, which they liked very much, and hoped that Hermione could bring some back home.

Saturday morning.

Snowflakes floated outside the window.

The castle was quiet, because it was the last week, and the seventh graders had all gone out.

If you look down on Hogsmeade village from above, you will feel that Hogsmeade is like a foldable and unfolded Christmas card.

The thatched cottages and shops were covered with fresh snow and had holly wreaths on the doors.

The tree was dotted with strings of enchanted candles, which would keep burning even in the snow.

Harry and the others quickly bought candies from the crowded Honeydukes, and then left.

If there was any change from the last time I came to Hogsmeade, it would be that the notice posted by the Ministry of Magic was gone in front of all the shops.

Astoria also wants to drink.

So they went into the Three Broomsticks again.

It was bustling inside as usual, because Christmas was coming in a few days, so there were more wizards gathering to drink.

This kind of place is the best way to hear all kinds of news, and it is also the best way to know the thoughts of ordinary wizards-although Harry does not have such thoughts.

But some words still reached his ears.

"Cornel Fudge has been in a lot of trouble lately."

In the house near the beautiful Christmas tree, a group of wizards sat together, probably drunk, and one wizard made a drunken speech, showing no respect for Fudge in his words.

"What happened to him?" Someone asked curiously.

"It's not about Rita Skeeter."

"Since the witch broke out last month that Hogwarts was invaded by the dementors sent by Fudge and accused Fudge of being incompetent, she didn't know which tendon was right, and she even published it in the "Daily Prophet" every week. An article berating Fudge."

"Since Fudge has not yet become the Minister of Magic, and is just an ordinary member of the Ministry of Magic, he has been counting Fudge's faults one by one."

"My God, this woman can even find out about Chen Zhima's rotten millet, she is amazing."

"Hey, I have a friend who works in the Ministry of Magic. A few days ago, he said that he saw that Fudge was about to be blown up, and broke his favorite dragon tooth cup that had been used for twenty years."

"In my opinion, he is not far from stepping down. Not many wizards like him now."

"That's not necessarily true." A wizard said: "I've heard that Fujita seems to be trying to control the "Daily Prophet" to dominate the direction of public opinion. At that time, the pressure of public opinion formed by public opinion will not be in his hands. He said everything is peaceful. That was peace."

"We low-level wizards, just sing him a good song." Some wizards sneered.

"Heh... What Rita Skeeter said is really good. This is the Ministry of Magic that represents the public opinion. It's more eloquent than... the Death Eaters led by the mysterious man."

"Shh, silence, do you want the water meter checked?"

"Oh, if only Dumbledore could be Minister for Magic."

"If Dumbledore wanted to be Minister, he would have been thirty years ago."

No one has any objection to this sentence, because the entire British wizarding world is supported by Hogwarts graduates. It can be said that everyone has a respect for Dumbledore.

A drunken wizard raised his wine glass: "Why do you say it's useless? How dare I say that if Dumbledore became the Minister of Magic, I, Ben Wei Cappuccino Lou, would eat this table on the spot!" Already!"

"(ˉ▽￣～)cut~~" All the wizards thought that what he said was even more nonsense.

Ms. Rosmerta, who is the proprietress, listened to their chat and jokes, occasionally interjecting with a smile.

...

A bitter cold wind blew in.

Harry, Zhang Qiu, Hermione, Astoria, they just stood up and were about to go out.

In came a fat man with an ugly face, wearing a lime green bowler hat and a pinstriped cape.

It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

My Lord, here comes Cornelius Fudge.

"Currant rum, my dear," said Fudge, with a forced smile, to Miss Rosmerta.

Seeing Harry, Fudge paused for a moment, and then the two missed each other without talking.

He felt really crazy that he had just thought for a moment that maybe Harry Potter could help him, save him from this quagmire.

It's so funny, he's just a third grade student, and there are so many girls around him, it shows that he hasn't put much effort in his studies. If the halo on him is removed, what is left of him? He is just an ordinary student. There was a hint of sarcasm on Fudge's lips.

Harry walked out of the bar, and when the door was closed, Fudge passed by the place where the lively wizard was just now.

I only heard a group of voices like this: "Respect democracy, respect freedom, Merry Christmas!"

"(゜-゜)つロ Cheers~"

Wine glasses collide.

...

Hogsmeade, a snowstorm is approaching.

Harry and the others disappeared into the wind and snow, and in a blink of an eye, the footprints left behind were also buried by the heavy snow.

"Harry..." Zhang Qiu followed Harry and suddenly called his name.

"Um?"

"It's going to be a holiday..."

"Um. "

"I am going home……"