Driven by this idea, Hermione came to the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor of the castle, and heard Professor Quirrell's stammering voice coming from the classroom from a distance.
She opened the back door of the classroom a crack and saw Quirrell's signature large purple scarf.
In the real world, Voldemort was lurking in the scarf, but at this time they didn't know about it, and they didn't know Quirrell in the dream, was it the same?
Hermione was not interested in finding out, even seeing Voldemort in a dream would not be a happy thing, and it had nothing to do with her purpose here.
Thinking of this, she slipped in through the back door secretly, putting her finger to her lips and making a silent gesture to Hannah Abbott who looked at her in surprise.
undefined"Hermione, how did you get here?" Hannah whispered.
"Come and listen, what did Professor Quirrell talk about?" Hermione said casually, sitting beside Hannah Abbott and Susan Burns, looking around for Aiwen.
"It's the ones, you know, about how he helped an African prince free himself from a zombie haunt...Slytherin students are booing him to demonstrate magic."
Not surprisingly, teasing poor Professor Quirrell is something many students love to do.
Gryffindor students have also done it, usually seniors. The first year is generally more restrained. The most is to ask Quirrell's stories full of loopholes, but this is just the beginning of school. After a few months, everyone More of a sleep in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.
Hermione's eyes crossed the familiar and unfamiliar faces, her heart beat abruptly, and she saw Ai Wen, next to Malfoy, just as she had seen him back then.
The only difference is that the logo on Aiwen's school uniform robe is Slytherin's.
Although it has been said many times, Hermione has to say it again. This is really a wonderful feeling. Going back to her past and seeing the first-year Aiwen, especially he is still a Slytherin, can only be Such absurd things can only happen in a dream!
Ridiculous, yet it feels fresh, with a touch of surprise and nostalgia.
I don't know if everyone will feel this way. Years and months of work and life pressure make people physically and mentally exhausted, and life seems to have no meaning. After a hard day's work, I lie in bed, open my eyes again, and find myself back in my student days, back to the one I used to be very familiar with, but I knew I would never return to. time not to go.
I became a student again, sitting in a long-lost classroom, surrounded by classmates I hadn't seen for many years, they were bustling and noisy, just like the beginning, even if the next plot development may be absurd, it is still full of nostalgia, I hope this dream can last longer.
If everything could start over, there would be no more regrets.
Hermione had the feeling right now that it wouldn't be a bad thing to re-experience the next year.
She looked at Ai Wen with interest, thinking about how to greet him for a while, and her emotions poured out uncontrollably. Everything here is exactly the same as Hogwarts, with a strong sense of reality.
Soon, other students in the classroom also noticed Hermione, and they whispered, many people turned their heads to look at her, and everyone wondered why she appeared here.
The discussion got louder and louder, even Quirrell on the podium noticed.
"G, Miss Granger!" Quirrell stammered, startled, "Why, why are you, here? This, this is not, this is not a Gryffindor class. "
"I'm here to sit in, Professor."
Hermione repeated the explanation just now, Quirrell didn't go into it.
His expression was very nervous, one eye was twitching uncontrollably, as if a Gryffindor student suddenly came to sit in on the event itself, and he was terrified enough.
Seeing it again after knowing everything, Hermione admired Quirrell's superb acting skills.
She didn't feel that way back then, thinking that Quirrell was really like this.
Even if I recalled it several times later, it was not as clear as it is now. I have to admit that Quirrell's acting ability is really strong.
At this moment, Quirrell continued, "Miss Granger, can you please come and assist me in completing this, this magic?"
At this point, everyone in the classroom turned to look at Hermione, staring at her silently.
"No problem," said Hermione, standing up.
Although this development was very strange, and she stepped forward to help demonstrate the magic, Hermione wouldn't think there was anything wrong with dreaming, no matter how absurd it was.
In fact, she didn't remember what kind of magic Quirrell demonstrated in class. In order to hide his identity as a dark wizard, Quirrell's classes have always been terrible, mainly scripted, stammering and repeating the content of the textbook, magic demonstrations and so on. , did not appear at all! So, what is this Quirrell going to do with her?
Hermione came to the podium and asked, "Professor, what magic are we going to demonstrate?"
"The Imperius, Miss Granger."
"Imperial Curse?!" Hermione was shocked, her body tense, and she took a quick step back. "But that's illegal, and the Ministry of Magic prohibits the use of Unforgivable Curses on humans."
"Of course it is, but what are you going to do if you don't practice resisting dark magic in class and you encounter a dark wizard outside school?" Quirrell said coldly, not stammering at all, "I'm helping you learn. How to defend against the dark magic, you should be honored, I chose you. In my class, the demonstration of dark magic has always been very popular."
"We just love black magic."
"Yeah, we're going to learn black magic, which I think is pretty awesome!"
"If you learn black magic, you can defend yourself."
Below the podium, the Slytherin students echoed their voices, supporting Quirrell's demonstration of the Imperius Curse. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if this was the case in real school classes?
Students of Slytherin, never hide their love of black magic. They have a soft spot for the powerful and damaging black magic. Not to mention Imperius Curse, Avada Suo Life Curse, some of them are also very skilled in using it. There are many students here, eager to become Death Eaters when Voldemort returns.
But it was crazy to demonstrate the Imperius Curse in a first-year class.
At this point, Voldemort had not returned. Hermione didn't want to make herself the subject of a spell, even if it was in a dream.
"Look at what everyone has to say, Miss Granger, everyone supports us in demonstrating this magic. Learning a little more dark magic won't hurt you, it'll just make you stronger and more prepared." Quirrell Saying proudly, he raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione, "Out of body."
The next second, a miserable green curse light struck Hermione in response.
Hermione ducked, dodging the green light. This made Quirrell angry, his face contorted and his voice a little harsh.
"How dare you dodge, the disobedient students must be punished. I will kill you and maintain order in the classroom." Quirrell pointed his wand at Hermione again, "Avada!"
This guy is crazy. He uses the Killing Curse on disobedient students. What kind of punishment is this? It's killing people! Even a school run by a dark wizard can't do such a thing.
Hermione rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the Killing Curse, and pulled out her wand to fight back. She fired a stun spell. Taking advantage of Quirrell's dodging, Hermione's wand swung quickly, and the table, chair and bench beside it rose into the air. He smashed towards Quirrell at great speed.
She knew that she was no match for Quirrell, not to mention that Voldemort was behind Quirrell's head and had to find... Hermione stopped, surprised to see Quirrell being hit by a desk and chair.
undefinedHe cursed and waved his wand wildly for a while, but nothing happened, then he was hit by the table and chairs whizzing away, and fell heavily to the ground, in a coma.
The table and chair fell on him, making a shocking rumbling sound.
Quirrell has this kind of power?
This is impossible!
"Sure enough, I'm dreaming!" Hermione blinked and put down her wand in disbelief.
"My God, you beat Professor Quirrell!" a student shouted.
Hermione turned her head to see a Slytherin boy who had never spoken.
What's his name?
Just when she was thinking about this, another boy shouted, "What is this magic you used just now, I have never seen it before!"
"It's amazing, how can you be so strong."
"Better than Professor Quirrell, it's unbelievable."
"Unbelievable, I must be dreaming."
It was in a dream, but it was in my own dream.
Hermione saw all the students gathered around, no one cared about Quirrell who fell unconscious on the ground, and no one cared that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curse just now. They all praised her, including Slytherin's. Hermione, including the students, had never seen them speak to her with such awe.
It feels good, this is impossible in reality, no matter how good she is in school, Slytherin students don't care, it's good not to call her a mudblood.
Looking at the Slytherin students who kept praising themselves and even asking her to teach them magic, the sense of disobedience in the magic spell classroom just now came out again, and it was much stronger.
Although in the real world, she had some thoughts like this, but Hermione didn't think it made any sense. She didn't want to be praised by the Slytherins. She pushed the students around her hard and left the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. .
no one is chasing...
Hermione couldn't stay here, she was going to look for the house elf, but she stopped just after walking two corridors, and Ai Wen was following her.
"Hey, Hermione, the magic just now is awesome." Ivan said with a smile, "I dare to say that the professors can't use it."
"Ai Wen..." Hermione's thoughts were complicated, looking at Ai Wen who came over. Even if she knew it wasn't true, she wanted to chat with Ai Wen.
"In a few years, your spellcasting level will surpass other professors, even more powerful than Dumbledore, and become the strongest wizard." Ivan continued to praise Hermione.
"I'm not that good, you're much better than me." Hermione looked at Ai Wen deeply, her mood swings getting worse and worse, even if she knew she wouldn't get the answer, she couldn't help but ask, "You Will definitely be back, won't it?"
"Yes, I'll be here with you, I won't go anywhere." Ai Wen said firmly, walking to Hermione with a smile, "You know, since the first time I saw you, I've fallen in love with you, It's that uncontrollable liking... stay here forever, be my girlfriend, okay?"
Is this... a confession? !
Hermione's heart paused for a moment, and she felt as if her face was blushing. In the real world, Ai Wen also said similar things, but never once was this straightforward. Complicated emotions flooded her mind, mixed with surprise and excitement, as well as some feelings she couldn't express.
She stared at Ai Wen, tears flowed uncontrollably, and choked, "Promise me, you must come back, I'm waiting for you, I want to hear you say this to me in the real world."
"This is reality, as long as you want, we can be here forever..."
"No!" Hermione shook her head vigorously, raising her hands to dry her tears, "This is just a dream, I want to see you in the real world, and when you come back, we will be together forever."
Hermione knew that these words were for herself. Although she was immersed in it for a moment, she quickly woke up. This was a dream, not the real world.
Ivan is not a student of Slytherin, nor is he at Hogwarts. The most important point is, what the **** is this first-year Ivan? !
Although Hermione felt very kind and fond of the first-year Ai Wen, it was too strange for an eleven-year-old child to confess to her, even if Hermione was eleven years old now.
If she is really reborn and goes back to Hogwarts, she doesn't plan to fall in love in the first year, so much magic knowledge has not been learned, Voldemort has not solved it, and... If you really want to be reborn back to the first year, there are too many things to do .
Of course, Ai Wen is also very important, but the relationship must be determined after the fourth grade, it can't be earlier. If Voldemort returns again and the situation deteriorates, the engagement could be earlier.
...
One last glance at Ivan, Hermione left resolutely, she knew that she was going to end this strange dream. When Hermione returned to the hall, the sky was completely dark, it was daytime just now, but now it was night in an instant.
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Cheerful music echoed in the auditorium, and colorful decorations were everywhere. A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceilings, and a thousand more swirled and fluttered over the dining table like low clouds, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly flicker.
Delicious food is served on golden plates, just like the school opening banquet. When Hermione entered the auditorium, it was already full of students, and everyone was happily eating their dishes.
On the podium, except Quirrell, all the other professors sat there. Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and that shimmering signature white beard... Dumbledore, whom Hermione thought she would never see again.
The festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, mobilizing people's emotions. Hermione looked around until Parvati and Lavender called her over.
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